<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422</id><updated>2009-08-03T16:24:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs OnLine</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome Home to Humor and e-mail Jokes on the net. You can view, search, find, share, copy and paste Jokes until all hours of the night. I hope you find your Gut Busting! Remember to Laugh every day, for better Health!    Enjoy!  :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-115792837201078949</id><published>2006-09-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T04:04:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gardening</title><content type='html'>A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager tells her, "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager wants to die. She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gardening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-115792837201078949?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/115792837201078949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=115792837201078949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/115792837201078949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/115792837201078949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-gardening.html' title='Happy Gardening'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-112102630908340741</id><published>2005-05-18T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T12:46:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other, outside the operating room. The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in here for?" The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous." The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze." The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?" The first kid says, "A Circumcision." And the second kid says, "Whoa, Good luck buddy, I had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-112102630908340741?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/112102630908340741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=112102630908340741' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/112102630908340741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/112102630908340741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-112102594336521203</id><published>2005-05-18T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T13:05:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Razor Blade of Life</title><content type='html'>As You Slide Down The Razor Blade Of Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggert have written an impressive new book.&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Ministers Do More Than Lay People."&lt;br /&gt;2. Transvestite: A guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary.&lt;br /&gt;3. The difference between the Pope and your boss...&lt;br /&gt;the Pope only expects you to kiss his ring.&lt;br /&gt;4. My mind works like lightning.&lt;br /&gt;One brilliant flash and it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;5. The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate sex in the movies. Tried it once.&lt;br /&gt;The seat folded up, the drink spilled and that ice, well, it really chilled the mood.&lt;br /&gt;7. It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, there's shipping and handling, too.&lt;br /&gt;8. A husband is someone who, after taking the trash out,&lt;br /&gt;gives the impression that he just cleaned the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;9. My next house will have no kitchen -&lt;br /&gt;just vending machines and a large trash can.&lt;br /&gt;10. A blonde said, "I was worried that my mechanic might try to rip me off.&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved when he told me all I needed was turn signal fluid."&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm so depressed. My doctor refused to write me a prescription for Viagra.&lt;br /&gt;He said it would be like putting a new flag pole on a condemned building.&lt;br /&gt;12. My neighbour was bit by a stray rabid dog. I went to see how he was and found him writing frantically on a piece of paper. I told him rabies could be cured and he didn't have to worry about a Will. He said, "Will? What Will? I'm making a list of the people I want to bite."&lt;br /&gt;13. Definition of a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;God's punishment for enjoying sex.&lt;br /&gt;14. As we slide down the bannister of life,&lt;br /&gt;may the splinters never point the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-112102594336521203?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/112102594336521203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=112102594336521203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/112102594336521203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/112102594336521203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/razor-blade-of-life.html' title='The Razor Blade of Life'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748523273343374</id><published>2005-05-14T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:50:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blonde and Chimpanzees</title><content type='html'>A blonde lady motorist was about two hours from San Diego when she was flagged down by a man whose truck had broken down. The man walked up to the car and asked, "Are you going to San Diego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," answered the blonde, "do you need a lift?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not for me. I'll be spending the next three hours fixing my truck. My problem is I've got two chimpanzees in the back which have to be taken to the San Diego Zoo. They're a bit stressed already, so I don't want to keep them on the road. Could you possibly take them to the zoo for me? I'll give you $100 for your trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be happy to, " said the blonde. So the two chimpanzees were ushered into the back seat of the blonde's car and carefully strapped into their seat belts. Off they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours later, the truck driver was driving through San Diego when suddenly he was horrified! There was the blonde walking down the street and holding hands with the two chimps, much to the amusement of a big crowd. With a screech of brakes he pulled off the road and ran over to the blonde. "What the heck are you doing here? " he demanded, "I gave you $100 to take these chimpanzees to the zoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know you did, " said the blonde, "but we had money left over---so now we're going to Sea World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748523273343374?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748523273343374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748523273343374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748523273343374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748523273343374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/blonde-and-chimpanzees.html' title='The Blonde and Chimpanzees'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748127904059738</id><published>2005-05-14T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:13:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You Know Everything</title><content type='html'>A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.&lt;br /&gt;A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue.&lt;br /&gt;A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.&lt;br /&gt;A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.&lt;br /&gt;All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without knee caps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs only have about 10.&lt;br /&gt;"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt."&lt;br /&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;If the population of China walked past you, in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend an average of 6 months waiting at red lights.&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.&lt;br /&gt;On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;Our nose and ears never stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and "lollipop" with your right.&lt;br /&gt;The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.&lt;br /&gt;The cruise liner, QE2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel fuel that it burns.&lt;br /&gt;The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid.&lt;br /&gt;The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes).&lt;br /&gt;There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: "abstemious" and "facetious."&lt;br /&gt;There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones Chewables Vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.&lt;br /&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks; otherwise it will digest itself.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.................Now you know everything !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748127904059738?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748127904059738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748127904059738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748127904059738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748127904059738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/now-you-know-everything.html' title='Now You Know Everything'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748483553907267</id><published>2005-05-07T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:27:15.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Ponder</title><content type='html'>Can you cry under water?&lt;br /&gt;How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?&lt;br /&gt;If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?&lt;br /&gt;Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to "put your two cents in"...&lt;br /&gt;but it's only a"penny for your thoughts"?&lt;br /&gt;Where's that extra penny going to?&lt;br /&gt;Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America?&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctors leave the room while you change?&lt;br /&gt;They're going to see you naked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call?&lt;br /&gt;Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?&lt;br /&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br /&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?&lt;br /&gt;Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;br /&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br /&gt;Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you just try singing the two songs above?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere,&lt;br /&gt;but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748483553907267?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748483553907267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748483553907267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748483553907267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748483553907267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things To Ponder'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748387228574313</id><published>2005-05-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:14:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving At The Pearly Gates</title><content type='html'>A minister dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of him is a guy who is dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, a leather jacket, and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter addresses this guy, "Who are you so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies, "I'm Joey Shasta, a retired airline pilot from Dallas."&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the pilot, "Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;The pilot goes into Heaven with his robe and staff.&lt;br /&gt;Next it's the minister's turn. He stands erect and booms out, "I am Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary's for the last 43 years."&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the minister, "Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom."&lt;br /&gt;"Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a pilot and he gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?"&lt;br /&gt;"Up here, we work by results," says Saint Peter. "While you preached, people slept; while he flew, people prayed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748387228574313?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748387228574313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748387228574313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748387228574313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748387228574313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/arriving-at-pearly-gates.html' title='Arriving At The Pearly Gates'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748348788557173</id><published>2005-05-07T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:47:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your State Motto</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alabama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yes, We Have Electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11,623 Eskimos Can't Be Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arizona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It's A Dry Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arkansas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literacy Ain't Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;California&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 30, Our Women Have More Plastic Than Your Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Ski,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connecticut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Massachusetts,&lt;br /&gt;Only The Kennedy's Don't Own It Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delaware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Really Do Like The Chemicals In Our Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Us About Our Grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Put The Fun In Fundamentalist Extremism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hawaii &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru.&lt;br /&gt;(Death To Mainland Scum,&lt;br /&gt;Leave Your Money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idaho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than Just Potatoes...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Okay, We're Not,&lt;br /&gt;But The Potatoes Sure Are Real Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Illinois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Don't Pronounce the "s".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Billion Years Tidal Wave Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iowa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Do Amazing Things With Corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kansas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Of The Rectangle States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kentucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Million People; Fifteen Last Names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louisiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Not ALL Drunk Cajun Wackos,&lt;br /&gt;But That's Our Tourism Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Really Cold,&lt;br /&gt;But We Have Cheap Lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Can Dream It,&lt;br /&gt;We Can Tax It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Taxes Are Lower Than Sweden's...&lt;br /&gt;or Most Tax Brackets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michigan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Line Of Defense From The Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minnesota &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,000 Lakes...&lt;br /&gt;And 10,000,000,000,000 Mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mississippi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come And Feel Better About Your Own State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missouri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Federal Flood Relief Tax Dollars At Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Of The Big Sky, The Unabomber,&lt;br /&gt;Right-wing Crazies, and Very Little Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nebraska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask About Our State Motto Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hookers and Poker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Hampshire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Away And Leave Us Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Jersey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Want A ##$%##! Motto?&lt;br /&gt;I Got Yer ##$%##! Motto Right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Mexico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizards Make Excellent Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Have The Right To Remain Silent,&lt;br /&gt;You Have The Right To An Attorney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Carolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobacco Is A Vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North Dakota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Really Are One Of The 50 States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Least We're Not Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like The Play,&lt;br /&gt;But No Singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oregon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Owl...&lt;br /&gt;It's What's For Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook With Coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhode Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Not REALLY An Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Carolina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember The Civil War?&lt;br /&gt;We Didn't Actually Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Dakota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer Than North Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tennessee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EdyoocashunState.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÃ&amp;shy;, Hablo Ingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Jesus Is Better Than Your Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vermont&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virginia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Says Government Stiffs,&lt;br /&gt;And Slackjaw Yokels Don't Mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more rain than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Be Mayor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Virginia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Big Happy Family...&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Cut The Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wyoming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Men Are Men...&lt;br /&gt;And The Sheep Are Scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748348788557173?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748348788557173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748348788557173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748348788557173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748348788557173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/05/know-your-state-motto.html' title='Know Your State Motto'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111748153311491457</id><published>2005-04-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:56:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Needs A Wabbit</title><content type='html'>A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python weally gives a thit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111748153311491457?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111748153311491457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111748153311491457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748153311491457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111748153311491457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/girl-needs-wabbit.html' title='Girl Needs A Wabbit'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111747981874570069</id><published>2005-04-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:17:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for shopping at Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Joe says to Wayne behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Wayne 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 and it's a lot cheaper than a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer prints the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener.(Aisle 9)&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm.Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.(Aisle 7)&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111747981874570069?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111747981874570069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111747981874570069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111747981874570069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111747981874570069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-you-for-shopping-at-wal-mart.html' title='Thank You for shopping at Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111747814978615473</id><published>2005-04-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T08:30:10.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>One morning on a lake in Idaho, the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors and continues to read her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, ma'am. What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reading a book," she replies (thinking isn't that obvious?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're in a restricted fishing area", he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I have not even touched you," says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111747814978615473?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111747814978615473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111747814978615473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111747814978615473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111747814978615473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111318353035110483</id><published>2005-04-10T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:38:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Driver</title><content type='html'>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. God works in Mysterious ways. After they crawl out of their cars, 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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111318353035110483?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111318353035110483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111318353035110483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111318353035110483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111318353035110483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/woman-driver.html' title='Woman Driver'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111317921446622883</id><published>2005-04-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:38:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Minister</title><content type='html'>A visiting minister during the offertory prayer: "Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."&lt;br /&gt;He would have continued, but at that moment one little girl leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"&lt;br /&gt;Church was pretty much over at that point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111317921446622883?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111317921446622883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111317921446622883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317921446622883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317921446622883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/visiting-minister.html' title='Visiting Minister'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111317877422660461</id><published>2005-04-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:19:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atheist</title><content type='html'>An atheist was taking a walk through the woods. "What majestic trees! What powerful rivers!What beautiful animals!" he said to himself. As he was walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. He turned to look. He saw a 7 foot grizzly charge towards him. He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the bear was closing in on him. He looked over his shoulder again, and the bear was even closer. He tripped and fell on the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up but saw the bear right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw and raising his right paw to strike him. At that instant the Atheist cried out: "Oh my God!..." Time stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent. As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky: "You deny my existence for all of these years, teach others I don't exist, and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?" The atheist looked directly into the light, "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask You to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps could you make the BEAR a Christian?" "Very well," said the voice. The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. And then the bear dropped his right paw, brought both paws together and bowed his head and spoke: "Lord, bless this food, which I am about to receive, from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111317877422660461?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111317877422660461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111317877422660461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317877422660461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317877422660461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/atheist.html' title='The Atheist'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111317559918834753</id><published>2005-04-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:26:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife Surprises Downsized Husband</title><content type='html'>On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter. In his highly aroused state her husband readily agreed. This scenario was repeated each time they made love, for the next 30 years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that she needed. Arriving home around noon one day, she was surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state. During the next few minutes, he explained that his employer was going through a process of corporate downsizing, and he had been let go. It was unlikely that at the age of 55, he'd be able to find another position that paid anywhere near what he'd been earning, and therefore, they were financially ruined. Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which showed thirty years of deposits and interest totaling nearly $1 million. Then, she showed him certificates of deposits issued by the bank which were worth over $2 million, and informed him that they were one of the largest depositors in the bank. She explained that for the 30 years she had charged him for sex, these holdings had multiplied and these were the results of her savings and investments. Faced with evidence of cash and investments worth over $ 3 million, her husband was so astounded he could barely speak, but finally he found his voice and blurted out "If I'd had any idea what you were doing, I would have given you all my business !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111317559918834753?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111317559918834753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111317559918834753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317559918834753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317559918834753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/wife-surprises-downsized-husband.html' title='Wife Surprises Downsized Husband'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111317103761702355</id><published>2005-04-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T15:10:37.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Now that's more like it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(O.M.G.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Creepy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Don't try this at home...maybe at work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body.&lt;br /&gt;The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(30 minutes..lucky pig! Can you imagine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Hmmmmmm......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(okay, so that would be a good thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I know some people like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I know some people like that too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(What about that pig??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111317103761702355?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111317103761702355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111317103761702355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317103761702355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111317103761702355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111316921058275442</id><published>2005-04-10T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:44:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;DEMOCRATIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;You feel guilty for being successful.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Streisand sings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;REPUBLICAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SOCIALIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;COMMUNIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government seizes both and provides you with milk.&lt;br /&gt;You wait in line for hours to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It is expensive and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Your stock goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go to lunch and drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.&lt;br /&gt;Most are at the top of their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some more vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;TALIBAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.&lt;br /&gt;You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature' private parts.&lt;br /&gt;You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;They send radio tapes of their mooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;POLISH CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two bulls.&lt;br /&gt;Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BELGIAN CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one cow.&lt;br /&gt;The cow is schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.&lt;br /&gt;The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.&lt;br /&gt;The French cow wants control of the Flemish cows milk.&lt;br /&gt;The cow asks permission to be cut in half.&lt;br /&gt;The cow dies happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a black cow and a brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone votes for the best looking one.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for both.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for neither.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best-looking cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;CALIFORNIA CORPORATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have millions of cows.&lt;br /&gt;They make real California cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Only five speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Most are illegals.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111316921058275442?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111316921058275442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111316921058275442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111316921058275442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111316921058275442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/cows.html' title='Cows'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111257568538305958</id><published>2005-04-03T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:59:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Cats</title><content type='html'>Four men were bragging about how smart their cats are. The first man was an Engineer, the second man was an Accountant, the third man was a Chemist, the fourth was a Government Employee. To show off, the Engineer called to his cat, "Tsquare, do your stuff." Tsquare pranced over to a desk, took out some paper and a pen and promptly drew a circle, a square, and a triangle. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Accountant said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said, "Spreadsheet, do your stuff." Spreadsheet went out into the kitchen and returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies each. Everyone agreed that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Chemist said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said, "Measure, do your stuff." Measure got up, walked over to the fridge, took out a quart of milk, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop. Everyone agreed that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the three men turned to the Government Employee and said, "What can your cat do?" The Government Worker called to his cat and said, "CoffeeBreak, do your stuff." Coffee Break jumped to his feet, ate the cookies, drank the milk, shit on the paper, screwed the other three cats, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for Workers Compensation and went home for the rest of the day on sick leave ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111257568538305958?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111257568538305958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111257568538305958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257568538305958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257568538305958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/smart-cats.html' title='Smart Cats'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111257251837776764</id><published>2005-04-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:55:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligator Shoes</title><content type='html'>A young blonde was on vacation and driving through the Everglades. She wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking. After becoming very frustrated with the "no haggle on prices" attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, "Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator, so I can get a pair of shoes for free!". The shopkeeper said with a sly, knowing smile, "Little lady, just go and give it a try!" The blonde headed out toward the swamps, determined to catch an alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, as the shopkeeper is driving home, he pulls over to the side of the levee where he spots that same young woman standing waist deep in the murky bayou water, shotgun in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he spots a huge 9-foot gator swimming rapidly toward her. With lightning speed, she takes aim, kills the creature and hauls it onto the slimy bank of the swamp. Lying nearby were 7 more of the dead creatures, all lying on their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement. The blonde struggled and flipped the gator onto its back. Rolling her eyes heaven-ward and screaming in great frustration, she shouts out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SH* T... THIS ONE'S BAREFOOT TOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111257251837776764?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111257251837776764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111257251837776764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257251837776764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257251837776764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/alligator-shoes.html' title='Alligator Shoes'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111256993109364704</id><published>2005-04-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:12:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Buds &amp; Hanging Baskets</title><content type='html'>A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with a very sheer blouse on and no bra. Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on. The teenager wants to die..  She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie. If you can show off your rosebuds, then I can display my hanging baskets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111256993109364704?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111256993109364704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111256993109364704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111256993109364704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111256993109364704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/rose-buds-hanging-baskets.html' title='Rose Buds &amp; Hanging Baskets'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111257947931915383</id><published>2005-04-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:51:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Little Animals</title><content type='html'>A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"&lt;br /&gt;A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want out of life is four little animals."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Really and what four little animals would that be sugar?"&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "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."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111257947931915383?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111257947931915383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111257947931915383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257947931915383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111257947931915383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/04/four-little-animals.html' title='Four Little Animals'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111258075057492918</id><published>2005-03-31T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:16:18.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-March 2005: Favorite Selections-</title><content type='html'>Favorite Joke : "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Church Gossip&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Link : "&lt;a href="http://www.organdonor.org/register.html"&gt;The National Organ And Tissue Donor Registry&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Comedian Site : "&lt;a href="http://www.kathleenmadigan.com/"&gt;Kathleen Madigan&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember to submit your vote for next month!&lt;br /&gt;Send your e-mail to &lt;a href="mailto:Laughsonline@ABCcash.biz"&gt;Laughsonline@ABCcash.biz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111258075057492918?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111258075057492918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111258075057492918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111258075057492918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111258075057492918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/03/march-2005-favorite-selections.html' title='-March 2005: Favorite Selections-'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111204346491188541</id><published>2005-03-28T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:57:44.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor In Uniform</title><content type='html'>On some air bases, the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day such a tower received a call from an aircraft asking,"What time is it?" The tower responded, "Who's calling?" The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?" and the tower explained, "It makes a lot of difference. If it is an American Airlines flight, it is 3 o'clock. If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3; and if it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it's Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to "Happy Hour."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel. "Your jeep stuck, sir?" asked the lieutenant as he pulled alongside. "Nope," replied the colonel, coming over and handing him the keys, "yours is."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, then called out for the airman to enter. As the airman entered the office, the colonel said into the phone, "Yes,General, I'll be seeing him this afternoon and I'll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir." Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, "What do you want?" "Nothing important, sir," the airman replied, "I'm just here to hook up your telephone."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "Soldier, do you have change for a dollar? "Soldier: "Sure, buddy." Officer: "That's no way to address an officer! Now let's try it again! Soldier, Do you have change for a dollar?" Soldier: "No, SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;An Air Force Chief Master Sergeant and a General were sitting in the barbershop. They were both just getting finished with their shaves, when the barbers reached for some after-shave to slap on their faces. The General shouted, "Hey, don't put that stuff on me! My wife will think I've been in a whore house!" The Chief turned to his barber and said, "Go ahead and put it on. My wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Well," snarled the tough old Navy Chief to the bewildered Seaman, "I suppose after you get discharged from the Navy, you'll just be waiting for me to die so you can come and pee on my grave." "Not me, Chief!" the Seaman replied. "Once I get out of the Navy, I'm never going to stand in line again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111204346491188541?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111204346491188541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111204346491188541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111204346491188541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111204346491188541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/03/humor-in-uniform.html' title='Humor In Uniform'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111205321752937594</id><published>2005-03-27T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:40:17.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Your Hymns</title><content type='html'>One Sunday a pastor told the congregation that the church needed some extra money &amp; asked the people to prayerfully consider giving a little extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns. After the offering plates were passed, the pastor glanced down &amp;amp; noticed that someone had placed a $1,000 bill in offering. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation &amp; said he'd like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate. A very quiet, elderly &amp;amp; saintly lady all the way in the back shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much &amp;amp; in thanksgiving asked her to pick out three hymns. Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to the three handsomest men in the building and said, "I'll take him... And him... And him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111205321752937594?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111205321752937594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111205321752937594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111205321752937594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111205321752937594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/03/pick-your-hymns.html' title='Pick Your Hymns'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605422.post-111205169553024868</id><published>2005-03-27T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:14:55.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Gossip</title><content type='html'>Mildred, the church gossip and self-appointed arbiter of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose in the other members private lives. Church members were unappreciative of her activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence. She made a mistake, however, when she accused George, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his pickup truck parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She commented to George and others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing. George, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny, he said nothing. Later that evening, George quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house.....And left it there all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;**Happy Easter Everyone**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605422-111205169553024868?l=laughsonline.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/feeds/111205169553024868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605422&amp;postID=111205169553024868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111205169553024868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605422/posts/default/111205169553024868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughsonline.blogspot.com/2005/03/church-gossip.html' title='Church Gossip'/><author><name>Diane Nivens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410652956051677401</uri><email>di-is-finally-surfing@att.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09504911657836894206'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>