<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929</id><updated>2011-11-28T04:50:15.876+05:30</updated><category term='tiger woods joke'/><category term='adult poem'/><category term='Mahabharat Joke'/><category term='dad  joke'/><category term='Funny Jokes'/><category term='funny  joke'/><category term='Fucking Blonde Jokes'/><category term='hell joke'/><category term='farm joke'/><category term='dirty joke'/><category term='men joke'/><category term='blowjob joke'/><category term='little johny joke'/><category term='internet humor'/><category term='granny joke'/><category term='bride jokes'/><category term='ghost joke'/><category term='genie joke'/><category term='sports joke'/><category term='quick jokes'/><category term='alcohol jokes'/><category term='divorce joke'/><category term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><category term='women joke'/><category term='US joke'/><category term='Matrimonial Jokes'/><category term='Pilot Joke'/><category term='pet joke'/><category term='honeymoon joke'/><category term='PJ'/><category term='bra joke'/><category term='Pune'/><category term='beer theory'/><category term='himesh reshmiya'/><category term='penis joke'/><category term='Misc Joke'/><category term='angle joke'/><category term='Kid joke'/><category term='doctor joke'/><category term='lawyer jokes'/><category term='hunter joke'/><category term='police joke'/><category term='Short Blonde Jokes'/><category term='adult joke'/><category term='husband joke'/><category term='brunette joke'/><category term='Family Joke'/><category term='one liners'/><category term='Cowboy joke'/><category term='racist jokes'/><category term='Grown up jokes'/><category term='Poona'/><category term='Clean joke'/><category term='sex joke'/><category term='Non Veg Jokes'/><category term='Widow joke'/><category term='Puneri'/><category term='commentry joke'/><category term='Jaane bhi do yaaro joke'/><category term='porn joke'/><category term='momma joke'/><category term='medical joke'/><category term='golf joke'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='halloween joke'/><category term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Dirty Blonde Jokes'/><category term='wedding joke'/><category term='adult one liner'/><category term='Alcohol Joke'/><category term='hindi joke'/><category term='funny conversation'/><category term='Harry'/><category term='beer joke'/><category term='Marathi Joke'/><category term='farmer joke'/><category term='mamma joke'/><category term='Computer joke'/><category term='Grafities'/><category term='Potter'/><category term='Military joke'/><category term='salesman joke'/><category term='chicken joke'/><category term='funeral joke'/><category term='Blonde Joke'/><category term='smart kid joke'/><category term='Chrismas Joke'/><category term='Cool Blonde Jokes'/><category term='disease joke'/><category term='Sexy Blonde Jokes'/><category term='chinese joke'/><category term='groom joke'/><category term='wife joke'/><category term='good joke'/><category term='fucking joke'/><category term='priest joke'/><category term='nun joke'/><category term='redhead joke'/><category term='Hillarious Joke'/><category term='short jokes'/><category term='couple joke'/><category term='barn joke'/><category term='software joke'/><category term='heaven joke'/><category term='Hilarious joke'/><category term='really funny joke'/><category term='Microsoft Joke'/><category term='vivah'/><category term='naughty one liners'/><category term='granpa joke'/><category term='office joke'/><category term='Grafity'/><category term='drunkard joke'/><category term='school joke'/><category term='really adult joke'/><category term='sailor joke'/><category term='company'/><category term='bar joke'/><category term='gay joke'/><category term='Christian Joke'/><category term='funny adult jokes'/><category term='Girlfriend Joke'/><category term='blonde jokes'/><category term='st. peter joke'/><category term='Sexy Joke'/><category term='teacher joke'/><category term='ap ka surror'/><category term='naughty joke'/><category term='college joke'/><category term='Bollywood jokes'/><category term='funny joke'/><category term='Funny Racist Jokes'/><category term='traveller joke'/><category term='Marriage joke'/><category term='Lost joke'/><category term='god joke'/><category term='one line joke'/><category term='Funny  Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Political Joke'/><title type='text'>Funny Jokes, Dirty Jokes, Short Jokes, SMS Jokes and One Liners - Jokes of The Week</title><subtitle type='html'>Adult jokes, Blonde jokes, Naughty jokes, Sex jokes, Dirty jokes, Clean jokes, Funny jokes, Naughty jokes &amp;amp; one liners at jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prashant M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-401380249939099786</id><published>2010-06-01T16:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:00:21.821+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>The Differences Between Men and Women - V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men never grow out of their obsession with toys. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive and silly and impractical. Examples of men’s toys: little miniature TV’s. Car phones. Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on command. Video games. Anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 “D” batteries to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asks a man to water her plants while she is on vacation. The man waters the plants. The woman comes home five or six days later to an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows why this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men take photography very seriously. They’ll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography classes. Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course women always end up taking better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women look nice when they wear jewelry. A man can get away with wearing one ring and that’s it. Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-401380249939099786?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/401380249939099786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=401380249939099786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/401380249939099786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/401380249939099786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/differences-between-men-and-women-v.html' title='The Differences Between Men and Women - V'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-944927054739645967</id><published>2010-06-01T16:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:56:10.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>The Differences Between Men and Women - IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are vain; they will always check themselves out in a mirror. Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, car windows, store windows, toasters, Joe Garagiola’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman is out driving, and she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. Men consider this to be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for hours, all the while saying things like, “Looks like I’ve found a new way to get there.” and, “I know I’m in the general neighborhood. I recognize that 7-11 store.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admitting Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will sometimes admit making a mistake. The last man who admitted he was wrong was General George Custer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-944927054739645967?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/944927054739645967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=944927054739645967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/944927054739645967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/944927054739645967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/differences-between-men-and-women-iv.html' title='The Differences Between Men and Women - IV'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3067549410271267362</id><published>2010-06-01T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:55:04.926+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>The Differences Between Men and Women - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by re-runs of old episodes of “Love, American Style.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear strange socks. Socks that are cut way below the ankles, that have pictures of clouds on them, that have a big fuzzy ball on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicknames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle get together for lunch, they will call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut-Brain and Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and when the check comes, Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though it’s only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back. When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3067549410271267362?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3067549410271267362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3067549410271267362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3067549410271267362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3067549410271267362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/differences-between-men-and-women-iii.html' title='The Differences Between Men and Women - III'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-116444301621155247</id><published>2010-06-01T16:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:59:52.485+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>The Differences Between Men and Women - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk. A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leg Warmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, even if she’s walking the dog or doing the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time she wants. A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for the “Gimme the Ball” number in “A Chorus Line.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she will be ready to go out, as soon as she finds her earring, finishes putting on her makeup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dressing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail etc. A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-116444301621155247?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/116444301621155247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=116444301621155247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/116444301621155247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/116444301621155247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/differences-between-men-and-women-ii.html' title='The Differences Between Men and Women - II'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3098678087466942126</id><published>2010-06-01T16:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:59:10.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>The Differences Between Men and Women - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled “All Men Are Idiots”. Then she will get on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, “I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I’ll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you’re a total floozy. But I want you to know that there’s always a chance for us”. This is known as the “I Hate You / I Love You” drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these classes rarely prove effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Handwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken- scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their “i’s” with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their “p’s” and “g’s”. It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she’s dumping you, she’ll put a smiley face at the end of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman’s bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Groceries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and buys these things. A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reached the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter that the Clampett’s car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3098678087466942126?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3098678087466942126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3098678087466942126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3098678087466942126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3098678087466942126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/differences-between-men-and-women-i.html' title='The Differences Between Men and Women - I'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-948324030077802156</id><published>2010-06-01T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:48:18.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>I’m Glad I’m A Woman</title><content type='html'>I’m Glad I’m A Woman&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’m a woman, yes I am, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live off of Budweiser, beer nuts and Spam&lt;br /&gt;I don’t brag to my buddies about my erections&lt;br /&gt;I won’t drive to Hell before I ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get wasted at parties and act like a clown&lt;br /&gt;and I know how to put the damned toilet seat down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t grab your hooters, I won’t pinch your butt&lt;br /&gt;my belt buckle’s not hidden beneath my beer gut&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t go around “readjusting” my crotch&lt;br /&gt;or yell like Tarzan when my head-board gets a notch&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belch in public, I don’t scratch my behind&lt;br /&gt;I’m a woman you see — I’m just not that kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’m a woman, I’m so glad I could sing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have body hair like shag carpeting&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t grow from my ears or cover my back&lt;br /&gt;When I lean over you can’t see 3 inches of crack&lt;br /&gt;And what’s on my head doesn’t leave with my comb&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never buy a toupee to cover my dome&lt;br /&gt;Or have a few hairs pulled from over the side&lt;br /&gt;I’m a woman, you know — I’ve got far too much pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly think its a privilege for me&lt;br /&gt;to have these two boobs and squat when I pee&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live to play golf and shoot basketball&lt;br /&gt;I don’t swagger and spit like a Neanderthal&lt;br /&gt;I won’t tell you my wife just does not understand&lt;br /&gt;stick my hand in my pocket to hide that gold band&lt;br /&gt;or tell you a story to make you sigh and weep&lt;br /&gt;then screw you, roll over and fall sound asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m glad I’m a woman, a woman you see&lt;br /&gt;you can forget all about that old penis envy&lt;br /&gt;I don’t long for male bonding, I don’t cruise for chicks&lt;br /&gt;join the Hair Club For Men, or think with my dick&lt;br /&gt;I’m a woman by chance and I’m thankful it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I’m a woman and not a man like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-948324030077802156?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/948324030077802156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=948324030077802156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/948324030077802156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/948324030077802156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-glad-im-woman.html' title='I’m Glad I’m A Woman'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6300990482478295641</id><published>2010-06-01T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:47:40.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>I’m Glad I’m A Man</title><content type='html'>I’m Glad I’m A Man&lt;br /&gt;I’m Glad I’m A Man&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’m a man, you better believe.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live off of yogurt, diet coke, or cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;I don’t bitch to my girlfriends about the size of my breasts&lt;br /&gt;I can get where I want to - north, south, east or west&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get wasted after only 2 beers&lt;br /&gt;and when I do drink I don’t end up in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t spend hours deciding what to wear,&lt;br /&gt;I spend 5 minutes max fixing my hair&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t go around checking my reflection&lt;br /&gt;in everything shiny from every direction.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t whine in public and make us leave early&lt;br /&gt;and when you ask why get all bitter and surly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’m a man, I’m so glad I could sing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to sit around waiting for that ring.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t gossip about friends or stab them in the back&lt;br /&gt;I don’t carry our differences into the sack.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never go psycho and threaten to kill you&lt;br /&gt;or think every guy out there’s trying to steal you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m rational, reasonable, and logical too&lt;br /&gt;I know what the time is and I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly think its a privilege for me&lt;br /&gt;to have these two balls and stand when I pee&lt;br /&gt;I live to watch sports and play all sorts of ball&lt;br /&gt;It’s more fun than dealing with women after all&lt;br /&gt;I won’t cry if you figure out it’s not going to work&lt;br /&gt;I won’t remain bitter and call you a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to use me for immediate pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I won’t assume it’s permanent by any measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m glad I’m a man, a man you see&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I’m not capable of child delivery&lt;br /&gt;I don’t get all bitchy every 28 days&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad that my gender gets me a much bigger raise&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man by chance and I’m thankful it’s true&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I’m a man and not a woman like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6300990482478295641?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6300990482478295641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6300990482478295641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6300990482478295641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6300990482478295641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-glad-im-man.html' title='I’m Glad I’m A Man'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6117687362548890998</id><published>2010-05-10T19:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:16:32.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Love Making Poem</title><content type='html'>Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, “Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert replied, “That’s because I make love to my wife every morning before work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s easy,” Robert said. “I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this: “Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue. I love waking up and making love to you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone said, “Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental.” But he decided it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. So he spent the rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife. The next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat to hell, bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert asked, “Man, what happened to you?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone said, “I don’t know, man. I went home and tried your advice. I just told her a poem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what poem did you tell her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone said: “Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If I could roll your fat ass over, I’d hump you like a dog!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6117687362548890998?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6117687362548890998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6117687362548890998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6117687362548890998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6117687362548890998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-making-poem.html' title='Love Making Poem'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-1567814577312929539</id><published>2010-05-10T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:14:37.578+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bra joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Three Types Of Bras</title><content type='html'>A man walked into the ladies department of a Belk’s Depaortment store. He reluctantly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What type of bra?”, asked the clerk. “Type?”, inquired the man “There is more than one type?”. “Look Around.”, said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size color and material. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only three types of bras.”, replied the salesclerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the man asked, “Only three? What are they?” The saleslady replied “The Catholic type, the, Salvation Army type, and the Baptist type. Which one do you need?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused the man asked “What is the difference between them?”. The lady responded “It is quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army type lifts up the fallen, and the Baptist type makes mountains out of mole hills.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-1567814577312929539?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/1567814577312929539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=1567814577312929539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1567814577312929539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1567814577312929539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-types-of-bras.html' title='Three Types Of Bras'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4531561557871095589</id><published>2010-05-10T19:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:13:18.517+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Do The Screw</title><content type='html'>It’s the Spring of 1957 and Lewis goes to pick up his date. He’s a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl’s father answers and invites him in. “Mary Jane’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?,” he says. “That’s cool” says Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane’s father asks Lewis what they’re planning to do. Lewis replies politely that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane’s father responds “why don’t you two go out and screw? I hear all the cool kids are doing it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this comes as a quite a surprise to Lewis - so he asks Mary Jane’s Dad to repeat it. “Yeah,” says Mary Jane’s father, “Mary Jane really likes to screw; she’ll screw all night if we let her!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this just made Lewis’ eyes light up, and his plan for the evening was beginning to look pretty good. A few minutes later, Mary Jane comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she’s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Lewis escorts his date out the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, Mary Jane rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dammit Daddy! It’s called the TWIST!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4531561557871095589?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4531561557871095589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4531561557871095589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4531561557871095589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4531561557871095589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-screw.html' title='Do The Screw'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-9209433383184795221</id><published>2010-05-10T19:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:09:44.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Potty Mouths For Breakfast</title><content type='html'>A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. “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. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 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.” WHACK! 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 stay there until I let you out!” 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?” “I don’t know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-9209433383184795221?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/9209433383184795221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=9209433383184795221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9209433383184795221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9209433383184795221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/05/potty-mouths-for-breakfast.html' title='Potty Mouths For Breakfast'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-403371812176772816</id><published>2010-05-10T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:08:56.012+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><title type='text'>Greatest Baseball Player In The World</title><content type='html'>A little kid was overheard talking to himself as he walked through his backyard, wearing his baseball cap and carrying a bat and ball, “I’m the greatest batter in the world,” he announced. Then, he tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Strike One!” he yelled. Undaunted, he picked up the ball and said again, “I’m the greatest swinger in the world!” He tossed the ball into the air. When it came down he swung again and missed. “Strike Two!” he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy paused a moment to examine his bat and ball carefully, surely there must be something wrong with one of them. Satisfied it was a fluke, he spit on his hands and rubbed them together. He straightened his cap and boasted - this time, “I’m the greatest hitter in the world!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he tossed the ball up in the air and swung at it. He missed. “Strike Three!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow!” he exclaimed. “I’m the greatest pitcher in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-403371812176772816?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/403371812176772816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=403371812176772816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/403371812176772816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/403371812176772816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-baseball-player-in-world.html' title='Greatest Baseball Player In The World'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7741796984565192886</id><published>2010-05-10T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:12:38.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Things You Probably Shouldn’t Say To A Police Officer</title><content type='html'>If you’re ever pulled over for speeding (or any other reason really), you probably shouldn’t say any of the following to the officer standing at your window…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I thought you had to be in good physical condition to be a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry, Officer, I didn’t realize my radar detector wasn’t plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;* Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, so long as one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;* Gee, Officer! That’s terrific. The last officer only gave me a warning, too!&lt;br /&gt;* I was trying to keep up with traffic. I know there are no other cars around. That’s how far ahead of me they are.&lt;br /&gt;* Hey pal, I pay your salary!&lt;br /&gt;* Aren’t you the guy from the Village People?&lt;br /&gt;* Hey, you must’ve been doing’ about 125 mph to keep up with me. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;* You’re not gonna check the trunk, are you?&lt;br /&gt;* When the Officer says “Gee Son….Your eyes look red, have you been drinking?” You probably shouldn’t respond with, “Gee Officer your eyes look glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7741796984565192886?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7741796984565192886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7741796984565192886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7741796984565192886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7741796984565192886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-you-probably-shouldnt-say-to.html' title='Things You Probably Shouldn’t Say To A Police Officer'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4742767954271000081</id><published>2010-05-10T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:11:59.889+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Amazing Story Of Man and Elephant</title><content type='html'>In 1988, Steve Jennings was on vacation in Australia after graduating from Southeastern University. During a hike through the Outback, he came across a young elephant standing with one leg raised in the air as if it was in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant seemed distressed, so Steve approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant’s foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Steve worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant turned to face the man and, with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Steve stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Steve never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later, Steve was walking through the Atlanta Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Steve and his son Nicolas were standing. The large elephant stared at Steve, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the encounter in 1988, Steve couldn’t help wondering if this was the same elephant. Steve summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Steve’s legs and slammed his dumb ass against the railing, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably wasn’t the same elephant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4742767954271000081?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4742767954271000081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4742767954271000081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4742767954271000081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4742767954271000081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing-story-of-man-and-elephant.html' title='Amazing Story Of Man and Elephant'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6876581351032514150</id><published>2010-04-21T18:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:06:51.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women joke'/><title type='text'>“Let There Be Bridge”</title><content type='html'>A biker was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, “Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.” The biker pulled over and said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, “Your request is materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for Me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker thought about it for a long time Finally he said, “Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand our wives. I want to know how she feels inside, what she’s thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing’s wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, “You want two lanes or four on that bridge?.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6876581351032514150?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6876581351032514150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6876581351032514150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6876581351032514150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6876581351032514150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-there-be-bridge.html' title='“Let There Be Bridge”'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3475296396408277859</id><published>2010-04-21T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:05:29.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><title type='text'>Curious Thirteen</title><content type='html'>A bright young man was walking down a road in his neighborhood and, as he walked past a red building with a tall white fence around it, he heard a crowd of people chanting “Twelve, twelve, twelve” over and over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity getting the best of  him, he tried to look up over the fence to see what was going on but it was too tall. Alas, he spotted a hole in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his eye to the hole. He had just managed to see some old people sitting on lawnchairs chanting when a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye! As he staggered back, the old people begain chanting, “Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3475296396408277859?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3475296396408277859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3475296396408277859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3475296396408277859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3475296396408277859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/curious-thirteen.html' title='Curious Thirteen'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3473223403237217465</id><published>2010-04-21T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:04:22.342+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm joke'/><title type='text'>The Darn Kids</title><content type='html'>A local farmer just outside of town grew watermelons for a living, and he was doing quite well but was being hassled by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon patch late at night and eat his watermelons. After some careful thought, he came up with a clever idea that he thought would scare the kids away for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a big sign and posted it right in the middle of the  watermelon field. The next day the kids show up to eat and  found the a sign that read, “Warning! One of the watermelons in this field has been injected with cyanide.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling violated, the kids made up their own sign and posted it next to the farmer’s sign, then ran off. When the farmer returned, he surveyed the field. He noticed that no watermelons are missing, but the sign next to his read, “Now there are two!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3473223403237217465?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3473223403237217465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3473223403237217465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3473223403237217465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3473223403237217465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/darn-kids.html' title='The Darn Kids'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6316774730291968013</id><published>2010-04-21T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:46:11.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad  joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Dead Daddy Long Legs</title><content type='html'>A little girl was playing in the garden next to her father when she noticed two large spiders on top of each other, apparently mating. “Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re mating,” her father replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a daddy long legs,” her father answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, the other one is a mommy long legs?” the little girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” her father replied. “Both of them are daddy long legs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, we’re not having any of THAT in our garden.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6316774730291968013?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6316774730291968013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6316774730291968013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6316774730291968013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6316774730291968013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/dead-daddy-long-legs.html' title='Dead Daddy Long Legs'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-543400959244113073</id><published>2010-04-21T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:44:18.690+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angle joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty joke'/><title type='text'>Heavenly Quicky In The Bushes</title><content type='html'>At a famous inner city park you’ll find two beautiful statues, one of a nude man and the other of a nude woman. They had been facing each other across a pathway for a hundred years when, one day, an angel comes down from the sky and, with a single gesture, brings the two of them to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel tells them, “As a reward for being so patient through a hundred blazing summers and dismal winters, you have been given life for thirty minutes to do what you’ve wished to do the most.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her, she looks at him, and they go running behind the shrubbery. The angel waits patiently as the bushes rustle and giggling ensues. After fifteen minutes, the two return, out of breath and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel again tells them, “You two still have fifteen minutes left, would you care to do it again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks her “Shall we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eagerly replies, “Oh, yes, let’s! But this time change positions. I’ll hold the pigeon down and you can poop on its head!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-543400959244113073?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/543400959244113073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=543400959244113073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/543400959244113073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/543400959244113073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/heavenly-quicky-in-bushes.html' title='Heavenly Quicky In The Bushes'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4782375140825439343</id><published>2010-04-21T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:43:19.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. peter joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer jokes'/><title type='text'>Qualifying For Heaven</title><content type='html'>Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, “What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher answered quickly, “That would be the Titanic.” St. Peter let him through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn’t *really* need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: “How many people died on the ship?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie. “1,228,” he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right! You may enter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter then turned his attention to the lawyer… “Name them.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4782375140825439343?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4782375140825439343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4782375140825439343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4782375140825439343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4782375140825439343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/qualifying-for-heaven.html' title='Qualifying For Heaven'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2232000295456916780</id><published>2010-04-21T17:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:26:34.316+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Why So Long???</title><content type='html'>Two brothers enlisting in the Army were getting their physicals. During the inspection, the doctor was surprised to discover that both of them possessed incredibly long, over-sized penises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you account for this?" he asked the brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hereditary, sir," the older one replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said the doctor, writing in his file. "Your father's the reason for your elongated penises?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir, our mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your  mother? You idiot, women don't have penises!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, sir," replied the recruit, "but she only had one arm, and when it came to getting  us out of the bathtub, she had to manage as best as she could."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2232000295456916780?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2232000295456916780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2232000295456916780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2232000295456916780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2232000295456916780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-so-long.html' title='Why So Long???'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8246379354870460240</id><published>2010-04-09T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:04:14.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>I Lost My Wife!</title><content type='html'>The man approached a very beautiful woman in the large supermarket and asked, "You know, I have lost my wife here in this supermarket. Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" the woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman, my wife appears out of nowhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8246379354870460240?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8246379354870460240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8246379354870460240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8246379354870460240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8246379354870460240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lost-my-wife.html' title='I Lost My Wife!'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-9112277722483110335</id><published>2010-04-09T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:50:36.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Why Men Get Out of Bed...</title><content type='html'>Why Men Get Out of Bed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent survey was conducted to discover why men get out of bed in the middle of the night...5% said it was to get a glass of water...12% said it was to go the toilet ...  83% said it was to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-9112277722483110335?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/9112277722483110335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=9112277722483110335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9112277722483110335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9112277722483110335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-men-get-out-of-bed.html' title='Why Men Get Out of Bed...'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6854794901554168978</id><published>2010-04-09T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:47:12.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>Before you leave</title><content type='html'>A wife arriving home from a shopping trip was horrified to find her husband in bed with a lovely young woman. Just as she was about to storm out of the house, her husband stopped her with these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you leave, I want you to hear how this all came about. While I was driving along the highway, I saw this young girl here, looking tired and bedraggled, So I brought her home and made her a meal from the roast beef you had forgotten in the refrigerator. She had only some worn-out sandals on her feet, so I gave her a pair of good shoes you had discarded because they had gone out of style. She was cold, so I gave her the sweater I bought you for your birthday that you never wore because the colors didn't suit you. Her slacks were worn out, so I gave her a pair of yours that were  perfectly good but too small for you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as the young girl was about to leave the house, she paused and asked, "Is there anything else your wife doesn't use anymore?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6854794901554168978?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6854794901554168978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6854794901554168978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6854794901554168978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6854794901554168978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-you-leave.html' title='Before you leave'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6801015241078995113</id><published>2010-04-09T17:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:45:03.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Why I Pay You?</title><content type='html'>The boss came early in the morning one day and found his manager kissing his secretary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted at him, "Is this what I pay you for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager replied: "No, sir, this I do free of charge."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6801015241078995113?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6801015241078995113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6801015241078995113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6801015241078995113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6801015241078995113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-pay-you.html' title='Why I Pay You?'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-553104788644981915</id><published>2010-04-05T19:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:01:40.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barn joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Barn Tales...</title><content type='html'>A lady barn keeper used to drive her cows to the farm, where a  bull was kept to get them pregnant. On one such day, the farm  keeper, a young lad and the girl happened to be standing and  watching the bull in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says to the girl: "Gee! I wish I could do that." The girl  answers: "Go ahead! I am not stopping you." The guy replies: "No ma’am! Perhaps the cow wouldn't like it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-553104788644981915?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/553104788644981915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=553104788644981915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/553104788644981915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/553104788644981915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/barn-tales.html' title='Barn Tales...'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3264981002140905291</id><published>2010-04-05T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:59:09.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Dont' Sleep With...</title><content type='html'>1. DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, but if you wear your watch to bed&lt;br /&gt;for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 DON'T SLEEP WITH SOMEONES' WIFE/HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;You may never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3264981002140905291?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3264981002140905291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3264981002140905291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3264981002140905291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3264981002140905291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-sleep-with.html' title='Dont&apos; Sleep With...'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7881199143847802523</id><published>2010-04-05T18:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:56:46.546+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Understanding Relationships</title><content type='html'>ATTRACTION- The act of associating horniness with a particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AT 1st SIGHT- What occurs when two extremely horny, but not entirely choosy people meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATING- The process of spending enormous amounts of money, time, and energy to get better acquainted with a person whom you don't especially like in the present and will learn to like a lot less in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTH CONTROL- Avoiding pregnancy through such tactics as swallowing special pills, inserting a diaphragm, using a condom, and dating repulsive men or spending time around young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASY- A term used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE CONTACT- A method utilized by a single woman to communicate to a man that she is interested in him. Despite being advised to do so, many women have difficulty looking a man directly in the eyes, not necessarily due to the shyness, but usually due to the fact that a woman's eyes are not located in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND- A member of the opposite sex in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIFFERENCE- A woman's feeling towards a man, which is interpreted by the man  as "playing hard to get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING- A word a man uses to describe a woman who lets him do all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING HABIT- What the endearing little qualities that initially attract two people to each other turn into after a few months together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF RELATIVITY- How attractive a given person appears to be is directly proportional to how unattractive your date is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYMPHOMANIAC- A man's term for a woman who wants to have sex more often than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGID- A man's term for a woman who wants to have sex less often than he does, or one who requires more foreplay than lifting her nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBER- Condition in which it is almost impossible to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAG- A man's term for a woman who wants more to her life with him than just sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7881199143847802523?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7881199143847802523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7881199143847802523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7881199143847802523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7881199143847802523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/understanding-relationships.html' title='Understanding Relationships'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5754822117105216269</id><published>2010-04-01T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:18:14.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Chicken Story!!!</title><content type='html'>A farmer rears twenty-five young hens and one old cock. As he feels that the old cock could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer bought one young cock from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock to Young cock : "Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : O.K. What kind of competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock: 50 meter run. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, the following morning, the Young cock allows the Old cock to start off and when the Old cock crosses the 10 meters mark the Young cock chases him with all his might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Bang! ...... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, "Hell! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5754822117105216269?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5754822117105216269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5754822117105216269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5754822117105216269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5754822117105216269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-story.html' title='Chicken Story!!!'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3719532963483386285</id><published>2010-04-01T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:15:49.410+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>I Bet...</title><content type='html'>Joe is sitting at a bar, staring at the sexy bartender. He slapped a ten on the table and says, "I bet I can keep an eye on this drink while I go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew the bathroom was around the corner so she accepted the bet. Joe took his glass eye out placed it beside the glass and went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betcha I can bite my own ear," Joe challenged. The bet was accepted and he took out his false teeth &amp; nipped his ear. Once more he scooped up the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he said, "I'll give you a chance to win your money back. I bet I can make love to you so tenderly you won't feel a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was one thing she knew about so she accepted the bet. Joe lifted her skirt &amp; away they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can feel you," she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well," Joe said, "You win some, you lose some !!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3719532963483386285?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3719532963483386285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3719532963483386285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3719532963483386285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3719532963483386285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-bet.html' title='I Bet...'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2183882391119212420</id><published>2010-04-01T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:09:09.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger woods joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf joke'/><title type='text'>Teeing Off With A Mercedes</title><content type='html'>On a golf tour in Newfoundland, Tiger Woods drives his Mercedes Benz into a gas station in a remote part of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendant at the pump greets him in a typical Newfoundland manner, completely unaware of who the golf pro is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mornin’ bye” says the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger nods a quick “hello” and bends forward to pick up the nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he does so, two tees fall out out of his shirt pocket onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are dey den, son?” asks the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re called tees” replies Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what on de good earth are dey for?” inquires the Newfie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re for resting my balls on when I’m driving” says Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Freeckin Jaysus” says the Newfie, “Dem boys at Mercedes tink of everything”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2183882391119212420?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2183882391119212420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2183882391119212420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2183882391119212420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2183882391119212420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/teeing-off-with-mercedes.html' title='Teeing Off With A Mercedes'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7307804860780425751</id><published>2010-04-01T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:03:51.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Golf or ---?</title><content type='html'>Four old-timers were playing their weekly game of golf when one one of them commented on how nice it would be to wake up on Christmas morning, roll out of bed - and without an argument, go directly to the golf course to meet his buddies for 18 holes. All three of his friends unanimously agree, “Let’s do it! We’ll make it a priority, figure out a way and meet here early Christmas morning!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later it’s Christmas morning - and there all are standing next to each other on the first tee box. One friend exclaims “Boy this game cost me a fortune! I had to buy my wife such a huge diamond ring, she can’t even take her eyes off it.” Another friend says, “I spent a ton, too. My wife is at home planning the cruise I gave her. She was up to her eyeballs in brochures.” The third friend replies “Well, my wife is at home admiring her new car… reading the manual.” Silence from the fourth guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three friends in the group look puzzled, while the final guy in the foursome is staring at them like they must have lost their minds. “I can’t believe you all went to such and expense for a round of golf. I just woke up, slapped her on the butt and said, ‘Well babe, Merry Christmas! Golf or sex, what’s it gonna be?” and she said “Take a sweater.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7307804860780425751?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7307804860780425751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7307804860780425751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7307804860780425751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7307804860780425751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/golf-or.html' title='Golf or ---?'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-553055819537064857</id><published>2010-04-01T15:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:56:16.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Moose Hunting</title><content type='html'>Two hunters went moose hunting every winter without success. Finally, they came up with a foolproof plan. They got a very authentic female moose costume and learned the mating call of a female moose. The plan was to hide in the costume, lure the bull, then come out of the costume and shoot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set themselves up on the edge of a clearing, donned their costume, and began to give the moose love call. Before long, their call was answered as a bull came crashing out of the forest and into the clearing. When the bull was close enough, the guy in front said, “Okay, let’s get out and get him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment that seemed like an eternity, the guy in the back shouted, “The zipper is stuck! What are we going to do?” The guy in the front said, “Well, I’m going to start nibbling grass, but you’d better brace yourself.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-553055819537064857?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/553055819537064857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=553055819537064857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/553055819537064857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/553055819537064857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/moose-hunting.html' title='Moose Hunting'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7982167608208374967</id><published>2010-04-01T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:54:24.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer jokes'/><title type='text'>Charity???</title><content type='html'>A local Goodwill office realized that their organization had never received a donation from the town’s most successful lawyer. The manager in charge of financial contributions telephoned the lawyer in an attempt to persuade him to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, our research shows that while you make an annual income of over $500,000 you haven’t donated anything to charity. Wouldn’t you like to give back to our community?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer thought this over for a bit and finally replied, “Well, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness and has medical bills adding up to several times over her annual income?” Embarrassed, the Goodwill manager mumbled, “Um… no sir but…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the Goodwill rep off, the lawyer interrupts, “or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?” The embarassed Goodwill rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted yet again. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that my sister’s husband died in a traffic accident,” the lawyer’s voice rising in indignation, “leaving her penniless with three children?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humiliated representative, completely beaten, simply sighed, “I had no idea… I’m sor…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, “So if I don’t give any money to them, why should I give any to you?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7982167608208374967?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7982167608208374967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7982167608208374967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7982167608208374967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7982167608208374967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/charity.html' title='Charity???'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3186439287261235804</id><published>2010-04-01T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:49:35.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. peter joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven joke'/><title type='text'>Not Enough!!!</title><content type='html'>A Chicago area divorce lawyer died and found his way to the pearly gates. Saint Peter asks him “What have you done to merit entrance into Heaven?” The lawyer thought for a moment and replied, “Last month I gave a quarter to a homeless person on the street.” Saint Peter asked Gabriel to check this out in the record, and after a moment Gabriel affirmed that this was in fact true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter said, “Well , that’s fine, but that in itself just isn’t enough to get you into Heaven.” The lawyer quickly retaliated, “Wait Wait! There’s more! Four years ago I gave another homeless person a quarter.” Saint Peter nodded to Gabriel, who after a moment nodded back, affirming this too had been verified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter, unsure of himself, whispered to Gabriel, “Well, what do you suggest we do with this fellow?” Gabriel gave the Lawyer a sidelong glance, then said to Saint Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s give him back his 50 cents and tell him to go to Hell.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3186439287261235804?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3186439287261235804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3186439287261235804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3186439287261235804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3186439287261235804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-enough.html' title='Not Enough!!!'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6479993199619206948</id><published>2009-12-28T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:18:28.475+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrismas Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce joke'/><title type='text'>Divorce for this Christmas</title><content type='html'>A man in Chicago calls his son in New York the day before Christmas and says, “I hate to ruin Christmas this year, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams. “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the father says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Atlanta and tell her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like hell they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Chicago immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Christmas and paying their own way.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6479993199619206948?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6479993199619206948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6479993199619206948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6479993199619206948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6479993199619206948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/divorce-for-this-christmas.html' title='Divorce for this Christmas'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7673777491063240798</id><published>2009-12-28T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:17:29.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveller joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>Journey On A Train Carriage</title><content type='html'>As awkward as it was to share a train carriage with a male stranger, one woman decided to not let it bother her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night both the woman and man settled down for bed. After about an hour had passed the woman felt terribly cold and leaned over the top bunk and said to the man “I’m awfully cold, would you please go and get me another blanket?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied “let’s just pretend like we’re married for this one night.” The woman thought for a moment and then decided that no harm could be done so she giggled and agreed. To which the man smiled and then replied “Well then, go get your own damn blanket!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7673777491063240798?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7673777491063240798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7673777491063240798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7673777491063240798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7673777491063240798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/journey-on-train-carriage.html' title='Journey On A Train Carriage'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5777949590962820766</id><published>2009-12-28T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:09:28.004+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny adult jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Paying The Rent</title><content type='html'>A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to spend the afternoon with her for $500. They did their thing, and, before he left, he told her that he did not have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a check and mail it to her, calling the payment “RENT FOR APARTMENT.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the office he regretted what he had done, realizing that the whole event had not been worth the price So he had his secretary send a check for $250 and enclose the following typed note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Madam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed find check in the amount of $250 for rent of your apartment. I am not sending the amount agreed upon, because when I rented the place, I was under the impression that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - it had never been occupied;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - there was plenty of heat; and&lt;br /&gt;#3 - it was small enough to make me feel cozy and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found out that it had been previously occupied, that there wasn’t any heat, and that it was entirely too large.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receipt of the note, the girl immediately returned the check for $250 with the following note :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I cannot understand how you could expect a beautiful apartment to remain unoccupied indefinitely. As for the heat, there is plenty of it, if you know how to turn it on. Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if you don’t have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your present landlady.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5777949590962820766?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5777949590962820766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5777949590962820766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5777949590962820766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5777949590962820766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/paying-rent.html' title='Paying The Rent'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6608000413964402944</id><published>2009-12-23T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:09:31.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Upset Blonde</title><content type='html'>A young, successful ventriloquist is on tour and stops in a small town to perform at a club. He’s going through his usual run of stupid blonde jokes, when a big blonde woman from the third row stands on her chair and screams: “I’ve had just about enough of your degrading blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What does a person’s physical attributes have to do with their worth as a human being?” she goes on to say… “It’s guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in my community, of reaching my full potential as a person because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes but women at large - all in the name of humor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to apologize, when the blonde screams again, “You stay out of this mister, I’m talking to that little sh*t on your lap!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6608000413964402944?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6608000413964402944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6608000413964402944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6608000413964402944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6608000413964402944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/upset-blonde.html' title='Upset Blonde'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5146167510613524487</id><published>2009-12-23T18:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:05:52.339+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Restroom Conversation</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was traveling down the interstate to visit family and I needed to use the restroom really bad, so I stopped at a rest area. I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying “‘Hi, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the type to start a conversation in the restroom and I don’t know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed, “Doin’ just fine!” So the other guy says “So what are you up to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is that? By this point, I’m thinking it’s pretty bizarre that a stranger expects to conversate while taking a dump so I reply “Uhhh I’m probably like you, just traveling?” At this point I’m wanting to get the hell outta there as fast as I can when dude asks another question… “‘Can I come over?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this question is just too weird for me. Like, WTF! But I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell them&lt;br /&gt;“Nah man, I’m a little busy right now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, dead silence… then I hear the person say (kinda nervously) “Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5146167510613524487?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5146167510613524487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5146167510613524487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5146167510613524487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5146167510613524487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/restroom-conversation.html' title='Restroom Conversation'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3258551759269033624</id><published>2009-12-23T18:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:03:34.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Blonde At Western Union</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes to the Western Union office and says, “I just have to get an urgent message to my mother in Europe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk says it will be $100, and she replies “But I don’t have that much money, and I must get a message to her, it’s urgent! I’ll do anything to get a message to her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk replies “Anything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes… ANYTHING!” replies the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leads her back to his office and closes the door. He tells her to kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. She does. “Take it out”, says the clerk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does this as well. She looks up at him, his member in her hands and he says “Well… go ahead and do it…” She brings her lips close to it and shouts “Hello? … Mom?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3258551759269033624?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3258551759269033624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3258551759269033624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3258551759269033624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3258551759269033624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/12/blonde-at-western-union.html' title='Blonde At Western Union'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4710165582836735805</id><published>2009-11-23T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:50:27.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military joke'/><title type='text'>Insurance</title><content type='html'>Airman Jackson was assigned to the induction center, where he advised new recruits about their government benefits, especially their GI insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t long before Captain Haverty noticed that Airman Jackson was having a staggeringly high success-rate, selling insurance to nearly 100% of the recruits he advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than asking him about this, the Captain stood at the back of the room and listened to Jackson’s sales pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson explained the basics of GI Insurance to the new recruits, and then said, “If you are killed in a battle and have a GI Insurance, the government has to pay $200,000 to your beneficiaries. But, if you don’t have a GI insurance and get killed in the battle, the government only has to pay a maximum of $6000.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” he concluded, “which group do YOU think they’re gonna send into battle first?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4710165582836735805?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4710165582836735805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4710165582836735805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4710165582836735805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4710165582836735805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/11/insurance.html' title='Insurance'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-1710263988403057684</id><published>2009-11-22T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:43:05.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><title type='text'>25 Things I Learned From My Mom - Part 2</title><content type='html'>13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting like your father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY.&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;You are going to get it when you get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP.&lt;br /&gt;Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR (so that I could write this blog… ummm yea).&lt;br /&gt;When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS.&lt;br /&gt;You’re just like your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.&lt;br /&gt;Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt;When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-1710263988403057684?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/1710263988403057684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=1710263988403057684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1710263988403057684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1710263988403057684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-things-i-learned-from-my-mom-part-2.html' title='25 Things I Learned From My Mom - Part 2'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8007611987308023953</id><published>2009-11-21T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:47:26.031+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><title type='text'>25 Things I Learned From My Mom - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Love your Mamma, for she will give you the tools to build a successful life. Even though mother’s day is still months away, appericiating your mother is always in season. Here’s why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;You better pray that will come out of the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;Because I said so, that’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.&lt;br /&gt;Shut your mouth and eat your supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.&lt;br /&gt;Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.&lt;br /&gt;If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8007611987308023953?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8007611987308023953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8007611987308023953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8007611987308023953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8007611987308023953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-things-i-learned-from-my-mom-part-1.html' title='25 Things I Learned From My Mom - Part 1'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4139361625442265395</id><published>2009-01-06T12:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:36:36.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunkard joke'/><title type='text'>Drunken Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>James, as usual, came home really late one Saturday night after being at the bar all night drinking. Not only was he drunk, he was sloppy drunk. He carefully crept into bed next his wife, who fell sleep angry hours earlier, and gave her a goodnight kiss on the check in hopes that she wouldn’t wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He awoke in the middle of the night to a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. “Who the hell are you,” demanded James, “and what are you doing in my bedroom?” The mysterious man answered “This is not your bedroom, and my name is St. Peter”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James didn’t take the news so well… “You mean I’m dead! That can’t be, I have so much to live for, I haven’t even said goodbye to my family… you’ve got to send me back right away!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter replied “You cannot go back as you were, you have passed away James. However, you can be reincarnated - but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen.” James was devastated, but knowing that there was a farm just down the road from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash of light later, he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking at corn on the ground. “This ain’t so bad,” he thought until he felt a strange feeling churning inside him. The farmyard rooster strolled over and said “So you’re the new hen, huh? How are you enjoying your first day here?” “It’s not so bad” replies James, “but I have this strange feeling inside like I’m about to explode”. “You’re ovulating” explained the rooster, “haven’t you ever laid an egg before?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Never” replies James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well just relax and let it happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he did, and just a few uncomfortable seconds later an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him - emotions got the better of him as he experienced the joy motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him… ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of motherhood continued to build and, just as he was just about to lay his third egg, he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shout “James, wake up you drunken bastard, you’re shitting the bed!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4139361625442265395?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4139361625442265395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4139361625442265395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4139361625442265395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4139361625442265395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/drunken-reincarnation.html' title='Drunken Reincarnation'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-980183249508897387</id><published>2009-01-05T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:32:49.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Arm with hook</title><content type='html'>A young sailor was sitting in a bar having a few drinks when he looks over and sees a pirate. The pirate has a wooden peg-leg, a hook for a hand, and patch over his eye. Unable to resist, the sailor asks “How’d you end up with a peg-leg?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was swept overboard during a fierce storm,” says the pirate. “and a bloody shark bit off me whole darn leg!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy cow!” said the sailor. “What about the hook, how’d you get that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me crew and I were boarding an enemy ship, a fierce sword battle ensued. One of them cut me darn arm!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely incredible!” gasped the sailor. “And the eye patch, tell me how you got that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A bloody seagull dropping fell into me eye,” replied the pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm, you lost your eye to a seagull dropping?” asked the sailor, admonished. Embarassed, the pirate answered “It was me first day with the hook.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-980183249508897387?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/980183249508897387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=980183249508897387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/980183249508897387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/980183249508897387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/arm-with-hook.html' title='Arm with hook'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-301243969256382313</id><published>2009-01-04T12:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:26:08.793+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Hitman</title><content type='html'>Three friends were playing golf one beautiful Sunday morning, as usual, and they never missed a weekend. As one of them was about to take the first tee a guy, by himself, asked if he could join their flight. The friends looked at each other and figured “sure, why not,” as they haven’t played with anyone else in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they teed off and all four were getting along pretty well. Right about the turn, on the 9th hole, they were all chit chatting and getting to know one another. Curious, one of the friends asked the new guy what he did for a living and, funny enough, he told them he was a hitman. They all kind of laughed it off, and asked him again - this time seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger said “No really, I’m hitman. My gun is in my golf bag, I carry it everywhere I go. You can take a look if you don’t believe me, I’ve never been dishonest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the guys in the group decided to take him up on the offer and, opening the bag, sure enough revealed a really nice rifle with huge scope mounted at the top. He got all excited about it. He said “WOW! I bet I can see my house through here! May I look through it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” said the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man looked around for a second and said “HELL YEAH! You can! I can even see through my windows into my bedroom. There’s my wife, naked. Sweet! Isn’t she beautiful? WAIT! There’s my next door neighbor! He’s naked too! And he’s in my room!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upset the golfer, terribly, so he asked the hitman how much he would charge for a hit. The hit man replied “It’s $1000 every time I pull the trigger.” The man said “$1000, ouch! Well, OK. I want two hits. I want you to shoot my wife right in the mouth. She’s always nagging at me and I can’t stand it. Then I want you to shoot my neighbor right in the crotch, for screwing around with my wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hit man agrees, gears up and takes aim through the scope. He’s looking for what has to be 10 minutes. The golfer begins to get impatient and asks the hitman what he’s waiting for. The hitman replies kind of anxiously, “Just hold on a minute… I’m about to save you a thousand bucks!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-301243969256382313?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/301243969256382313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=301243969256382313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/301243969256382313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/301243969256382313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/hitman.html' title='Hitman'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8068221688017531710</id><published>2009-01-03T12:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:37:37.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>I need a man...</title><content type='html'>Doc, you've gotta help me! My wife just isn't interested in sex anymore. Haven't you got a pill or something I can give her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I can't prescribe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc, we've been friends for years. Have you ever seen me this upset? I'm desperate! I can't think; I can't concentrate; my life is going utterly to hell! You've got to help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor opens his desk drawer and removes a small bottle of pills. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't do this. These are experimental; the tests so far indicate that they're VERY powerful. Don't give her more than ONE, understand? Just ONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, doc. She's awfully cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One. No more. In her coffee. Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um... okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thanks the doc and heads for home where his wife has dinner waiting. When dinner is finished, she goes to the kitchen to bring dessert. In fumbling haste, pulls the pills from his pocket and drops one into his wife's coffee. He thinks for a moment, hesitates, then drops in a second pill. And then he begins to worry. The doctor did say they were powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an inspiration strikes... he drops one pill into his own coffee. His wife returns and they enjoy their dessert and coffee. Sure enough, a few minutes after they finish, his wife shudders a little, sighs deeply and heavily, and a strange look enters her eyes. In a near-whisper and in a tone of voice he has never heard her use before, she says, "I need a man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes glitter, and his hands tremble as he replies, "Me too..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8068221688017531710?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8068221688017531710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8068221688017531710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8068221688017531710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8068221688017531710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/doc-youve-gotta-help-me-my-wife-just.html' title='I need a man...'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5720174732649689949</id><published>2009-01-02T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:13:59.142+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little johny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Does heart have legs?</title><content type='html'>One fine day at school, the teacher was teaching about the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had finished she said, "If any one has any doubts about what I have taught please ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johny stands up and asks, Teacher, does the heart have legs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "no it doesn't. What makes you ask such a question?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Last night when I went into my parents bedroom I over heard my dad saying SWEET HEART spread your LEGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5720174732649689949?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5720174732649689949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5720174732649689949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5720174732649689949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5720174732649689949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-heart-have-legs.html' title='Does heart have legs?'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8100397296493929277</id><published>2009-01-01T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:12:07.444+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Can I be pregnant?</title><content type='html'>A ten year old girl rushes to her grandmother and asks her, “Can I be pregnant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother, "Are you fooling. You can not be pregnant. Go and play out side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl then goes to grandfather and asks him the same question and the reply also is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl goes to her father with the same question and gets a slap on her face with a same reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she goes to her mother and asks her, “Mama, Can I be pregnant?"&lt;br /&gt;Mama shouts at her “You madcap. You fool. You can not. Don't even think like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl comes out of her building to meet her twelve year old boy-friend and shouts at him, “See every body has confirmed that I can not be pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to worry. You always worry unnecessarily. Come let us......."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8100397296493929277?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8100397296493929277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8100397296493929277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8100397296493929277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8100397296493929277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-be-pregnant.html' title='Can I be pregnant?'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8653616981710141457</id><published>2008-12-18T12:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:41:56.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Wet Problem</title><content type='html'>This lady is having a bed wetting problem, so she decides to go to the doctor. The doctor tells her to go and get undressed and wait for him in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor goes into the room he tells the lady to stand on her head facing the mirror. She figures he is a doctor and gets in front of the mirror. The doctor goes over to the lady and rests his chin between her legs and looks in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes he stands up and tells the lady to go ahead and put her clothes back on and he will talk to her when she is dressed. The lady puts her clothes on and asks the doctor what is wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells her that she needs to quit drinking before she goes to bed. The lady asks the doctor why he had her get naked in front of the mirror and stand on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "I wanted to see how I would look with a beard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8653616981710141457?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8653616981710141457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8653616981710141457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8653616981710141457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8653616981710141457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/12/wet-problem.html' title='Wet Problem'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-402546943492403200</id><published>2008-12-17T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:42:23.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Who Help?</title><content type='html'>A father with his curious son of seven years was walking on a calm road. Boy observed the sex of two dogs which had finally culminated in to locking and dragging them forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy being curious asks father, “Dad. What both the dogs are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is in trouble. He tells the boy, “My dear son, the dog who is on the top has fractured both his front legs. Hence the dog that is below him is helping him to take him to his home. Come-on do not look at them. Hurry up”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy replies, “Dad is it not surprising. That simply means like men, dogs also are ungrateful and fuck to the same, who try to help them out.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-402546943492403200?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/402546943492403200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=402546943492403200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/402546943492403200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/402546943492403200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-help.html' title='Who Help?'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-1576550462083743290</id><published>2008-12-16T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:43:05.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>1, 2, 3 or 4</title><content type='html'>Two teenaged brothers were arguing with each other very strongly. The issue was who knows better and more about the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder brother of seventeen gives a challenge to his fourteen year old younger brother. &lt;br /&gt;He says "I will ask you a basic question about sex and if you reply it correctly, then only I will admit that you know better and more about sex than &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O.K. Done. Please ask." said the younger of fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder brother asks his younger brother, “Tell me, how many testicles we have, taken both of us together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger replies instantly, “It’s so easy, Four”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder one says, “Wrong. I have only one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger one replies, “But I have three, what about that.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-1576550462083743290?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/1576550462083743290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=1576550462083743290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1576550462083743290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1576550462083743290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-2-3-or-4.html' title='1, 2, 3 or 4'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7653344577189007651</id><published>2008-12-15T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:43:38.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowjob joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Hot...Cold</title><content type='html'>Three women are talking about their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny," says Samantha, "Peter's balls are always cold as ice when I'm giving him a blow job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what?" replies Jenny, "It's exactly the same with my Richard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turn to the third girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's disgusting! I never put his thing in my mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're crazy," one of the girls pipes up. "A good blow job is the best way to keep a guy! You should try it!" She says she'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, they meet at the cafe and the blow job novice is sporting a wicked shiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!" the first girl asks, "How did you get that black eye?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris hit me when I was blowing him," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What on earth for?!" the second girl asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," she replied. "All I did was tell him how strange it was that his balls were so warm, seeing as Pete and Richard's are so cold!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7653344577189007651?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7653344577189007651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7653344577189007651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7653344577189007651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7653344577189007651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/hotcold.html' title='Hot...Cold'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6558719141401797502</id><published>2008-12-14T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:44:20.012+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Take me...Take me</title><content type='html'>Defense Attorney: What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: I am 86 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Did you know him?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: No, I didn't stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner passed away some 30 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: What happened next?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: No, I did not stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: What happened next?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I just spread my old legs and said to him......"Take me.... young man... Take me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense Attorney: Did he take you?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Woman: Hell, no. He just yelled, "April Fool!!"...And that's when I shot the son of a bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6558719141401797502?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6558719141401797502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6558719141401797502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6558719141401797502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6558719141401797502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-metake-me.html' title='Take me...Take me'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2055094021331036456</id><published>2008-12-13T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:44:54.054+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><title type='text'>Driving Styles</title><content type='html'>One hand on steering wheel, one hand out of window.&lt;br /&gt;- Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hand on steering wheel, one hand on horn&lt;br /&gt;- Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hand on steering wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot solidly on accelerator...&lt;br /&gt;- Boston&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both hands on steering wheel, eyes shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror&lt;br /&gt;- New York&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both hands in air, gesturing, both feet on accelerator, head turned to talk to someone in back seat&lt;br /&gt;- Italy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One hand on horn,&lt;br /&gt;One hand on holding gear,&lt;br /&gt;One ear listening to loud music,&lt;br /&gt;One ear on cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;One foot on accelerator,&lt;br /&gt;One foot on clutch,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on brake,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes on females in next car,&lt;br /&gt;- Welcome to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2055094021331036456?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2055094021331036456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2055094021331036456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2055094021331036456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2055094021331036456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/driving-styles.html' title='Driving Styles'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5106992131096431294</id><published>2008-12-12T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:45:16.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Surgeon Opinions</title><content type='html'>An Ontario surgeon, says, "I like to see accountants on my  operating table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quebec surgeon responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is colour coded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  B.C. surgeon, says, "No, I really think  librarians are the best - everything inside them is in alphabetical order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Alberta surgeon chimes in, "You know, I like construction workers... those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a Newfie surgeon shut them all up when he observed, "You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and no spine, and the head and the ass are interchangeable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5106992131096431294?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5106992131096431294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5106992131096431294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5106992131096431294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5106992131096431294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/surgeon-opinions.html' title='Surgeon Opinions'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2869019521932784161</id><published>2008-12-11T16:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:45:45.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>World War II</title><content type='html'>The elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if the priest would hear his confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, my son," said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Father, at the beginning of World War II, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans; I hid her in my attic, and they never found her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a wonderful thing, my son, and nothing that you need to confess," said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's worse, Father; I was weak, and told her that she had to pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favors," continued the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large risk - you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found you hiding her; I know that God, in his wisdom and mercy, will balance the good and the evil, and judge you kindly," said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Father," said the old man. "That's a load off of my mind. Can I ask another question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, my son," said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man asked, "Do I need to tell her that the war is over?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2869019521932784161?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2869019521932784161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2869019521932784161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2869019521932784161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2869019521932784161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/world-war-ii.html' title='World War II'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5135336509032690584</id><published>2008-12-10T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:46:25.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Nymphomaniac in Car</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a bar, late one night completely knackered and dripping with sweat and orders 5 whiskies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with you?" The barman says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my car I've got a nymphomaniac - you couldn't satisfy her if you were there 'til Christmas," he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see about that," says the barman and goes out to the car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been in the car with the woman for a while when there is a knock on the window and a policeman shines his torch in. The barman jumps up and winds down the window to talk to the policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all right officer, I'm just shagging the wife," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry sir, I didn't know it was your wife" replies the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman replies -"Neither did I 'til you shone your torch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5135336509032690584?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5135336509032690584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5135336509032690584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5135336509032690584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5135336509032690584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/nymphomaniac-in-car.html' title='Nymphomaniac in Car'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2787991522789426729</id><published>2008-12-09T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:48:11.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>Gift from Italy</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session. Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife answers : "Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?"&lt;br /&gt;The husband laughs and says: "An Italian girl !!!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman kept quiet and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: "So, honey, how was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, thank you." "And, what happened to my present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which present?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"The one I asked for - an Italian girl!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that" she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait for few months to see if it is a girl!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't tempt a woman, they are dangerously intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;From our dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2787991522789426729?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2787991522789426729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2787991522789426729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2787991522789426729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2787991522789426729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/gift-from-italy.html' title='Gift from Italy'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4054719064189331115</id><published>2008-12-08T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:48:50.960+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - VI</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Were you neutered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. It's a good thing you have so many other talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Does it come with an air pump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Where are the puppet strings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Your big gun is more like a BB gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Look, it fits my Barbie clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Never mind, why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Is that a second belly button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Where's the rest of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4054719064189331115?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4054719064189331115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4054719064189331115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4054719064189331115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4054719064189331115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-vi.html' title='Things Not to Say - VI'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3124381578967292775</id><published>2008-12-07T16:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:51:16.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - V</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Maybe it looks better in natural light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Why don't we skip right to the cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Oh, I didn't know you were in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you date Lorena Bobbitt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Aww, it's hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If you get me real drunk first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Is that an optical illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I'll go get the ketchup for your french fry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3124381578967292775?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3124381578967292775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3124381578967292775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3124381578967292775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3124381578967292775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-v.html' title='Things Not to Say - V'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2621115106661752000</id><published>2008-12-06T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:51:40.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - IV</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I didn't know they came that small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Why is God punishing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. At least this won't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I never saw one like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you call this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. But it still works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Damn, I hate baby-sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. It looks so unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you take steroids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I hear excessive masturbation shrinks it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2621115106661752000?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2621115106661752000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2621115106661752000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2621115106661752000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2621115106661752000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-iv.html' title='Things Not to Say - IV'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4084059645304798251</id><published>2008-12-05T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:03:23.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - III</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Let me go get my tweezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How sweet, you brought incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. This explains your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You must be a growing boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Maybe if we water it, it'll grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Thanks, I needed a toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you one of those pygmies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever thought of working in a sideshow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Every heard of clearasil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. All right, a treasure hunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4084059645304798251?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4084059645304798251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4084059645304798251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4084059645304798251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4084059645304798251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-iii.html' title='Things Not to Say - III'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6128609341876250081</id><published>2008-12-03T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:09:41.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - II</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wow, and your feet are so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My last boyfriend was 4" bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. It's ok, we'll work around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is this a mild or a spicy Slim Jim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Eww, there's an inch worm on your thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will it squeak if I squeeze it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Oh no, a flash headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. (giggle and point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can I be honest with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My 8-year-old brother has one like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6128609341876250081?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6128609341876250081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6128609341876250081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6128609341876250081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6128609341876250081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-ii.html' title='Things Not to Say - II'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5498620667561939337</id><published>2008-12-02T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:18:33.867+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one line joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Things Not to Say - I</title><content type='html'>Things Not to Say to a Naked Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ahh, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who circumcised you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why don't we just cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You know they have surgery to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's more fun to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make it dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know, there's a tower in Italy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can I paint a smiley face on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It looks like a night crawler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5498620667561939337?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5498620667561939337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5498620667561939337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5498620667561939337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5498620667561939337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-not-to-say-i.html' title='Things Not to Say - I'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-325357806112061799</id><published>2008-12-01T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:19:00.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little johny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce joke'/><title type='text'>Getting Divorced</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was playing in his room when his dad walked in and explained that he and his mom were getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Daddy?" asked a confused Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, son" he explained, "Your mother and I are no longer in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now more confused, Little Johnny asked, "What does being in love mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example, son. Love is when a husband rushes home from a long day at work to embrace and kiss his wife at the door. Your mom and I have lost that love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Daddy, I see Mommy getting excited lots of times right when you come home, so she must still be in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand, son. When has your mother recently been excited when I arrive home from work?"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, sometimes when Mommy is still sleeping in bed with the neighbor,and you pull into the driveway, she shouts at the top of her lungs, 'My husband's home! My husband's home!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-325357806112061799?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/325357806112061799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=325357806112061799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/325357806112061799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/325357806112061799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-divorced.html' title='Getting Divorced'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3059863363224294902</id><published>2008-11-30T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:26:33.779+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Getting the Shaft</title><content type='html'>Several years ago the United States funded a study to determine why the head on a man's penis is larger than the shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study took two years and cost over $180,000. The results of the study concluded that the reason the head of a man's penis is larger than the shaft was to provide the man with more pleasure during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the results were published, Germany decided to conduct their own study on the same subject. They were convinced that the results of the US study were incorrect. After three years of research and costs in excess of $250,000, they concluded that the head of a man's penis is larger than the shaft to provide the women with more pleasure during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the results of the German study were released, India decided to conduct their own study. The Indians didn't trust the US or German studies. So after nearly three weeks of intensive research at a cost of around $75, the Indians study reached a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to the final conclusion that the reason the head on a man's penis is larger than the shaft is to prevent his hand from flying off and hitting him in the forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3059863363224294902?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3059863363224294902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3059863363224294902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3059863363224294902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3059863363224294902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-shaft.html' title='Getting the Shaft'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3766593965481284082</id><published>2008-11-29T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:30:09.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>A Rope and Two Knots</title><content type='html'>One day a young cowboy and cowgirl decided to get married. He was a man of the world. She was an innocent bride with no experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding they left for their honeymoon. While driving down the road, the new bride sees two cows having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bride asks, "What are them cows up to honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, a bit flustered, answers, "Why can't you see? Them cows, they're roping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Oh, I see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more hours of driving they pass two horses having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the bride asks, "What are them horses doing honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband answers again, "Them horses, they're roping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Oh, I see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they arrive at their hotel. The couple washed up and started to get ready for bed. When they got in the bed, they start to explore each other's bodies. Things are going along fine until the bride discovers her husband's penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my!" she cries, "What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, darlin'" he chuckles proudly, "That's ma'rope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slides her hands down further and gasps, "Oh my goodness! What are those?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, those're my knots!" he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the couple begins to make love. After several minutes the bride says, "Stop honey, wait a minute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, panting a little, asks, "What's the matter honey, am I hurting you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the bride replies, "undo them damn knots, I need more rope!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3766593965481284082?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3766593965481284082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3766593965481284082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3766593965481284082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3766593965481284082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/rope-and-two-knots.html' title='A Rope and Two Knots'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4359926465548593062</id><published>2008-11-26T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:41:49.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Just Married</title><content type='html'>A young couple got married, and in their family, it was tradition that the best man dance with the bride for the first song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this happened...but then they danced for the second song too. And the third. By the time the fourth song came on, the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs. A riot broke out, and all the invited guests were hauled off to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In court the next week, the judge asked the best man what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your honor, we were just dancing, and the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That must have hurt," said the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No kidding," said the best man. "I broke three of my fingers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4359926465548593062?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4359926465548593062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4359926465548593062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4359926465548593062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4359926465548593062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-married.html' title='Just Married'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7222365786943765336</id><published>2008-11-25T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:42:13.504+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Holiday Dinner</title><content type='html'>A woman goes into a tattoo parlor and tells the tattoo artist that she wants a tattoo of a turkey on her right thigh just below her bikini line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wants him to put "Happy Thanksgiving" under the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy does it and it comes out looking really good. The woman then instructs him to put a Santa tattoo with "Merry Christmas" up on her left thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy does it and it comes out looking good, too. As the woman is getting dressed to leave, the tattoo artist asks, "If you don't mind, could you tell me why you had me put such unusual tattoos on your thighs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "I'm sick and tired of my husband complaining all the time that there's nothing good to eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7222365786943765336?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7222365786943765336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7222365786943765336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7222365786943765336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7222365786943765336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/holiday-dinner.html' title='Holiday Dinner'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-950896588893532397</id><published>2008-11-24T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:42:36.245+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - X</title><content type='html'>91. Keep it down, my mother is a light sleeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I'll bet you didn't know I work for "The Enquirer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. So that's why they call you Mr. Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. My old girlfriend used to do it a LOT longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Is this a sin too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. I've slept with more women than Wilt Chamberlain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Hey, when is it going to be my friend's turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Long kisses clog my sinuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Please understand that I'm only doing this for a raise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. How long do you plan to be "almost there"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101.You mean you're NOT my blind date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ix.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-950896588893532397?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/950896588893532397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=950896588893532397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/950896588893532397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/950896588893532397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-x.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - X'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6310219300995960513</id><published>2008-11-23T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:43:02.030+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - IX</title><content type='html'>81. Man: Maybe it would help if I thought about someone I really like.. Woman: Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Have you seen "Fatal Attraction"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Sorry about the name tags, I'm not very good with names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Don't mind me.. I always file my nails in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. (In a phone booth) Do you mind if I make a few phone calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I hope I didn't forget to turn the gas oven off. Do you have a light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Don't worry, my dog's really friendly for a Doberman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Sorry but I don't do toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. You could at least ACT like you're enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Petroleum jelly or no petroleum jelly, I said NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-viii.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-x.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6310219300995960513?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6310219300995960513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6310219300995960513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6310219300995960513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6310219300995960513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ix.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - IX'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6477284711514878503</id><published>2008-11-22T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:43:21.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VIII</title><content type='html'>71. I really hate women who actually think sex means something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Did you come yet, dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I'll tell you who I'm fanatasizing about if you tell me who you're fantasizing about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. A good plastic surgeon can take care of that in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Does this count as a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Oprah Winfrey had a show about men like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Hic! I need another beer for this please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I think biting is romantic -- don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. You can cook, too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. When would you like to meet my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vii.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ix.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6477284711514878503?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6477284711514878503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6477284711514878503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6477284711514878503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6477284711514878503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-viii.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VIII'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7414278291072469713</id><published>2008-11-21T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:44:10.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VII</title><content type='html'>61. Have you ever considered liposuction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. And to think, I didn't even have to buy you dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What are you planning to make for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I have a confession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. I was so horny tonight I would have taken a duck home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Are those real or am I just behind the times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Were you by any chance repressed as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Is that a hanging sculpture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You'll still vote for me, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Did I mention my transsexual operation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vi.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-viii.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7414278291072469713?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7414278291072469713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7414278291072469713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7414278291072469713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7414278291072469713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vii.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VII'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7076250242451185857</id><published>2008-11-20T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:44:37.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VI</title><content type='html'>51. Do you know the definition of statutory rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Is that you I smell or is it your mattress stuffed with rotten potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You look younger than you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Perhaps you're just out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You sweat more than a galloping stallion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. They're not cracker crumbs, it's just a rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Now I know why he/she dumped you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Does your husband own a sawed-off shotgun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You give me reason to conclude that foreplay is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What tampon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-v.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vii.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7076250242451185857?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7076250242451185857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7076250242451185857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7076250242451185857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7076250242451185857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vi.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - VI'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8239840686019816899</id><published>2008-11-19T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:45:11.082+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - V</title><content type='html'>41. I wish we got the Playboy channel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. That leak better be from the waterbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I told you it wouldn't work without batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. But my cat always sleeps on that pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Did I tell you my Aunt Martha died in this bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If you quit smoking you might have more endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. No, really.. I do this part better myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. It's nice being in bed with a woman I don't have to inflate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. This would be more fun with a few more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You're almost as good as my ex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iv.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-vi.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8239840686019816899?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8239840686019816899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8239840686019816899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8239840686019816899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8239840686019816899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-v.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - V'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6890386560496438996</id><published>2008-11-18T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:45:31.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - IV</title><content type='html'>31. (In a menage a trois) Why am I doing all the work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Maybe we should call Dr. Ruth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Did you know the ceiling needs painting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I think you have it on backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When is this supposed to feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Put that blender back in the kitchen where it belongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You're good enough to do this for a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is that blood on the headboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Did I remember to take my pill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you sure I don't know you from somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iii.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-v.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6890386560496438996?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6890386560496438996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6890386560496438996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6890386560496438996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6890386560496438996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iv.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - IV'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5564833471154671218</id><published>2008-11-17T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:46:01.955+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - III</title><content type='html'>21. (Holding a banana) It's just a little trick I learned at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you get any premium movie channels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Try not to smear my make-up, will ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. (Preparing to incorporate peanut butter) But I just steam-cleaned this couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Got any penicillin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. But I just brushed my teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Smile, you're on Candid Camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I thought you had the keys to the handcuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I want a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. So much for the fulfillment of sexual fantasies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ii.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ii.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iv.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5564833471154671218?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5564833471154671218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5564833471154671218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5564833471154671218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5564833471154671218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iii.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - III'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3086396033967247369</id><published>2008-11-16T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:46:23.231+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - II</title><content type='html'>11. Person 1: This is your first time... right? Person 2: Yeah... today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hurry up! This room rents by the hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Can you please pass me the remote control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you accept Visa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. On second thought, let's turn off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. And to think -- I was really trying to pick up your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. So much for mouth-to-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. (Using body paint) Try not to leave any stains, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hope you're as good looking when I'm sober...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-i.html"&gt;Previous 10&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-iii.html"&gt;Next 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3086396033967247369?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3086396033967247369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3086396033967247369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3086396033967247369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3086396033967247369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ii.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - II'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4430898703051813462</id><published>2008-11-15T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:46:44.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>101 Things Not To Say During Sex - I</title><content type='html'>1. But everybody looks funny naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You woke me up for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did I mention the video camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you smell something burning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (In a janitor's closet) And they say romance is dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Try breathing through your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A little rug burn never hurt anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is that a Medic-Alert Pendant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sweetheart, did you lock the back door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. But whipped cream makes me break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-ii.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4430898703051813462?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4430898703051813462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4430898703051813462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4430898703051813462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4430898703051813462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/101-things-not-to-say-during-sex-i.html' title='101 Things Not To Say During Sex - I'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6552664429199305691</id><published>2008-11-14T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:03:16.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Easily Explained</title><content type='html'>A man goes to his doctor and complains that his wife hasn't wanted to have sex with him for the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor tells the man to bring his wife in so he can talk to her and hopefully determine what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, the wife goes to the doctor's office. The doctor asks her what's wrong, why doesn't she want to have sex with her husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's easily explained. For the past six months," the wife says, "I've been taking a cab to work every morning. I don't have any money. The cab driver asks me, 'Are you going to pay today, or what?' So, I take an 'or what'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, when I get to work," she continues, "I'm late, so the boss asks me, 'Are we going to write this down in the book, or what?' So, I take an 'or what'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a cab to go home after work and, as usual, I have no money. The cab driver asks me again, 'So, are you going to pay this time, or what?' Again, I take an 'or what'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, doc, by the time I get home I'm all tired out and don't want it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I see," replies the doctor. "So, are we going to tell your husband, or what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6552664429199305691?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6552664429199305691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6552664429199305691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6552664429199305691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6552664429199305691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/easily-explained.html' title='Easily Explained'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-3637681100921088865</id><published>2008-11-13T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:07:21.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>Duct Tape</title><content type='html'>Jeff walks into a bar and sees his friend Paul slumped over the bar. He walks over and asks Paul what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replies Paul, "you know that beautiful girl at work that I wanted to ask out, but I got an erection every time I saw her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," replies Jeff with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says Paul, straightening up, "I finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and she agreed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" says Jeff, "When are you going out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went to meet her this evening," continues Paul, "but I was worried I'd get an erection again. So I got some duct tape and taped my penis to my leg, so if I did, it wouldn't show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sensible" says Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I get to her door," says Paul, "and I rang her doorbell. She answered it in the sheerest, tiniest dress you ever saw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what happened then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paul slumps back over the bar again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I kicked her in the face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-3637681100921088865?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/3637681100921088865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=3637681100921088865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3637681100921088865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/3637681100921088865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/duct-tape.html' title='Duct Tape'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-7930132596842686255</id><published>2008-11-12T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:11:44.941+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>Honeymoon Disease</title><content type='html'>A young couple left the church and arrived at the hotel where they were spending the first night of their honeymoon. They opened the champagne and began undressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bridegroom removed his socks, his new wife asked, "Ewww - what's wrong with your feet? Your toes look all mangled and weird. Why are your feet so gross?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had tolio as a child," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean polio?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, tolio. The disease only affected my toes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride was satisfied with this explanation, and they continued undressing. When the groom took off his pants, his bride once again wrinkled up her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with your knees?" She asked. "They're all lumpy and deformed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a child, I also had kneasles," he explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean measles?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, kneasles. It was a strange illness that only affected my knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bride had to be satisfied with this answer. As the undressing continued, her husband at last removed his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me," she said. "Let me guess.. Smallcox?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-7930132596842686255?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/7930132596842686255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=7930132596842686255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7930132596842686255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/7930132596842686255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/honeymoon-disease.html' title='Honeymoon Disease'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5952859079783207927</id><published>2008-02-11T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:56:10.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart kid joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Quickie</title><content type='html'>Joe and Wanda had a small apartment in the city and they decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighborhood activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a young boy, they thought, spying would be a lot of fun and would distract him for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An ambulance just drove by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Matt's riding a new bike and the Coopers are making whoopie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad shot up in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Their kid is standing out on the balcony too," his son replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5952859079783207927?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5952859079783207927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5952859079783207927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5952859079783207927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5952859079783207927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/afternoon-quickie.html' title='Afternoon Quickie'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-873186701038679002</id><published>2008-02-10T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:00:51.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Always Been a Doubt</title><content type='html'>A man is talking to his best friend about married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," he says, "I really trust my wife, and I think she has always been faithful to me. But there's always that doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend says, "Yeah, I know what you mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks later the man has to go out of town on business. Before he goes, he gets together with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I'm away, could you do me a favor? Could you watch my house and see if there is anything fishy going on? I mean, I trust my wife but there's always that doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend agrees to help out, and the man leaves town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he comes back and meets his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So did anything happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have some bad news for you," says the friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The day after you left I saw a strange car pull up in front of your house. The horn honked and your wife ran out and got into the car and they drove away. Later, after dark, the car came back. I saw your wife and a strange man get out. They went into the house and I saw a light go on, so I ran over and looked in the window. Your wife was kissing the man. Then he took off his shirt. Then she took off her blouse. Then they turned off the light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what happened?" says the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. It was too dark to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, you see what I mean? There's always that doubt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-873186701038679002?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/873186701038679002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=873186701038679002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/873186701038679002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/873186701038679002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/always-been-doubt.html' title='Always Been a Doubt'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2781106934439918709</id><published>2008-02-09T12:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:58:32.709+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Two Hours</title><content type='html'>Did you hear about the fellow that was talking to his buddy, when he said, "I don't know what to get my wife for her birthday. She has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants. So, I'm stumped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddy said, "I have an idea. Why don't you make up a certificate that says she can have two hours of great sex, any way she wants it. She'll probably be thrilled!" So the first fella did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day his buddy asked, "Well, did you take my suggestion? How did it turn out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She loved it. She jumped up, thanked me, kissed me on the mouth, and ran out the door yelling, 'I'll see you in two hours'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2781106934439918709?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2781106934439918709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2781106934439918709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2781106934439918709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2781106934439918709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-hours.html' title='Two Hours'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2966522226906136425</id><published>2008-02-08T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:59:42.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Jeff the Bellboy</title><content type='html'>Three couples got married and spent their honeymoons at the same hotel, where they were all attended to by Jeff the Bellboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man married a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff showed them to their room, all the while thinking to himself, "Lucky guy! Nurses are known to be hot to trot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man married a telephone operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff showed them to their room, while thinking to himself, "Wow, he's one lucky dude. Telephone operators have such sexy voices and once you pop that top button.. Va-voom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man married a school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff showed them to their room and thought to himself, "Poor sap. She may be pretty, but teachers are way too frigid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:30 the following morning, Jeff reported to work. He expected the teacher's husband to call for breakfast any minute, but was sure the other two wouldn't call until much later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang at 6 a.m. and it was the nurse's husband wanting breakfast. Jeff took breakfast up to the room and when the husband opened the door, Jeff stepped back in shock. The man's pajamas were still pressed and his hair nicely combed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, what happened?" asked Jeff. "You married a nurse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, don't ever marry a nurse," the man sourly replied. "All I heard last night was her nagging voice saying, 'You're not sanitary, you're not sanitary'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang again at 6:30 a.m. and this time it was the telephone operator's husband calling for breakfast. Jeff took it to the room as quickly as possible. When the man opened the door, Jeff stepped back in shock. The man's hair was neatly combed and his pajamas nicely pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" Jeff asked with surprise. "Telephone operators as supposed to be as sexy as their voices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, don't ever marry a telephone operator," the man groaned. "All I heard last night was her nasal voice saying, 'Your three minutes are up, your three minutes are up'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff returned to his desk, sure that the teacher's husband would be calling at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 4 p.m., the teacher's husband called for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff couldn't believe it, but quickly took the breakfast to the couple's room. When the man opened the door, Jeff stepped back in shock. The man was wearing only a pair of boxers, his hair was a mess, and there were scratches all over his chest, arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My goodness sir, what happened to you?" Jeff asked, fearing the worst. "Did you have a fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, grinning from ear to ear, happily replied, "No. Son, when you marry be sure it's to a school teacher. All I heard last night was her sexy, smooth voice saying, 'We're going to do this over, and over, and over again, until we get it right'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2966522226906136425?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2966522226906136425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2966522226906136425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2966522226906136425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2966522226906136425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/jeff-bellboy.html' title='Jeff the Bellboy'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5492637347777661434</id><published>2008-02-07T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:57:57.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>New Cigarette Warnings</title><content type='html'>Recent Canadian government research has shown that cigarette smoking not only impairs sexual ability, it actually causes shrinkage of the male sexual "equipment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! If that is true, we need to get the word out ASAP! Maybe the warning on the cigarette packs should be updated to reflect this new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: These cigarettes are king size -- how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Smoking sections in restaurants aren't the only things getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: If you don't reduce your smoking, your smoking will reduce you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Smoking may lead to ridicule on your honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Smoke rises, but you may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Second-hand smoke can be harmful to children -- That is.. if you're capable of conceiving any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Cigarettes get shorter the more you puff -- so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: How can you enjoy a smoke afterwards, if there's no before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: The only thing left after a smoke is a dead stub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Warning: Don't throw lit cigarettes in the urinal -- you might not have the range to put them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5492637347777661434?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5492637347777661434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5492637347777661434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5492637347777661434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5492637347777661434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-cigarette-warnings.html' title='New Cigarette Warnings'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-1882552828480879786</id><published>2008-02-06T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:55:54.843+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><title type='text'>How Many Women</title><content type='html'>After three years of marriage, Kim was still questioning her husband about his lurid past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, tell me," she asked for the thousandth time, "how many women have you slept with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby," he protested, "if I told you, you'd throw a fit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim promised she wouldn't get angry, and convinced her hubby to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he said, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - then there's you - nine, ten, 11, 12, 13.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-1882552828480879786?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/1882552828480879786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=1882552828480879786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1882552828480879786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1882552828480879786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-many-women.html' title='How Many Women'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5908484608639569913</id><published>2008-02-05T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:51:59.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>10 Ways to Know You've Had Good Sex</title><content type='html'>1. Your mattress has turned into a giant sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It takes five minutes to unknot your bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. An earthquake of 3.4 on the Richter Scale is recorded in your area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cat's exhausted from just watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A trampoline company has to come to adjust your bed springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You've both gone down one clothing size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You cancel your chiropractic appointment. There's nothing left to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have to breathe into a brown paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boy, are you hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You're absolutely satisfied yet uncontrollably horny at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5908484608639569913?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5908484608639569913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5908484608639569913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5908484608639569913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5908484608639569913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-ways-to-know-youve-had-good-sex.html' title='10 Ways to Know You&apos;ve Had Good Sex'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-4435968746611593455</id><published>2008-02-04T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:50:05.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny  Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><title type='text'>First Visit</title><content type='html'>The young blonde bride made her first appointment with a gynecologist and told him that she and her husband wished to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've been trying for months now, doctor, and I don't seem to be able to get pregnant," she confessed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure we´ll solve your problem," the doctor reassured her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you'll just take off your clothes and get up on the examining table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all right, doctor," agreed the young woman, blushing, "but I'd rather have my husband's baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-4435968746611593455?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/4435968746611593455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=4435968746611593455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4435968746611593455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/4435968746611593455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-visit.html' title='First Visit'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-9185361315661000097</id><published>2008-02-03T19:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:48:51.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Sperm Count</title><content type='html'>A 70 year old man went to his doctor's office to get a sperm count. The doctor gave the man a jar and said, "Take this jar home and bring me back a sample tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the 70 year old man reappears at the doctor's office and gives him the jar, which is as clean and empty as on - the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked what happened and the man explains: "Well, doc, it's like this: First I tried with my right hand, but, nothing. Then I tried with-my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She - tried with her right hand, with nothing. Then her left, but nothing. She - even tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with the teeth-out, and still nothing. We even called up the lady next door and-she tried with both hands and her mouth too, but nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked! "You asked your neighbor?" the old man replied, "yep, but no matter what we tried we couldn't get the DARN jar open!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-9185361315661000097?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/9185361315661000097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=9185361315661000097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9185361315661000097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/9185361315661000097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/sperm-count.html' title='Sperm Count'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-2840376095385512789</id><published>2008-02-02T19:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:47:11.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Grass Sandwich</title><content type='html'>At a local college dance, a guy from America asked the girl from Sweden to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were dancing, he gives her a little squeeze, and says, "In America, we call this a hug".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Yaah, in Sweden, we call it a hug too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, he gives her a peck on the cheek, and says, "In America, we call this a kiss".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Yaah, in Sweden, we call it a kiss too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the night, and a lot of drinks later, he takes her out on the campus lawn, and proceeds to have sex with her, and says, "In America, we call this a grass sandwich".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Yaaah in Sweden, we call it a grass sandwich too, but we usually put more meat in it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-2840376095385512789?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/2840376095385512789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=2840376095385512789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2840376095385512789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/2840376095385512789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/grass-sandwich.html' title='Grass Sandwich'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-98078843057391707</id><published>2008-02-01T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:44:44.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Subway</title><content type='html'>The subway car was packed. It was rush hour, and many people were forced to stand. One particularly cramped woman turned to the man behind her and said, "Sir, if you don't stop poking me with your thing, I'm going to the cops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what you're talking about miss - that's just my pay check in my pocket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really," she spat. "Then you must have some job, because that's the fifth raise you've had in the last half hour!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-98078843057391707?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/98078843057391707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=98078843057391707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/98078843057391707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/98078843057391707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/02/subway.html' title='Subway'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-1359664033687259549</id><published>2008-01-31T19:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:39:51.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Knickerless</title><content type='html'>Joe is sitting on a train across from a busty blonde wearing a tiny mini skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his efforts, he is unable to stop staring at the top of her thighs. To his delight, he realises she has gone without underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde realises he is staring and inquires, "Are you looking at my pussy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm sorry," says Joe and promises to avert his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's quite alright," replies the woman, "It's very talented, watch this, I'll make it blow a kiss to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough the pussy blows him a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, who is completely absorbed, inquires what else the wonder pussy can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can also make it wink," says the woman. Joe stares in amazement as the pussy winks at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and sit next to me," suggests the woman, patting the seat. Joe moves over and is asked, "Would you like to stick a couple of fingers in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, Joe replies, "Good grief! Can it whistle, too?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-1359664033687259549?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/1359664033687259549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=1359664033687259549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1359664033687259549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/1359664033687259549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/01/knickerless.html' title='Knickerless'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8033035150933470523</id><published>2008-01-30T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:19:26.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Gold Medalist</title><content type='html'>Three women were sitting around talking about their sex lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first said, "I think my husband's like a championship golfer. He's spent the last ten years perfecting his stroke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woman said, "My husband's like the winner of the Indy 500. Every time we get into bed he gives me several hundred exciting laps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third woman was silent until she was asked, "Tell us about your husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment and said, "My husband's like an Olympic gold-medal-winning quarter-miler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's got his time down to under 40 seconds."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8033035150933470523?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8033035150933470523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8033035150933470523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8033035150933470523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8033035150933470523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/01/gold-medalist.html' title='Gold Medalist'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-5125011478687085786</id><published>2008-01-29T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:18:00.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blowjob joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Off to Vegas</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work one day to find his wife on the front porch with her bags packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just where the heck do you think you're going!', said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm going to Las Vegas', said the wife, 'I just found out I can get $400 a night for what I give you for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The man said, 'Wait a minute!', and then ran inside the house only to come back a few minutes later with his suitcases in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where the heck are you going?', said the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'I want to see how you're gonna live on $800 a year!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-5125011478687085786?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/5125011478687085786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=5125011478687085786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5125011478687085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/5125011478687085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-to-vegas.html' title='Off to Vegas'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-8927903016539679044</id><published>2008-01-28T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:16:35.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad  joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>Curious Girl</title><content type='html'>A little girl walks into her parents' bathroom and notices for the first time, her father's nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, she is curious: he has equipment that she doesn't have. She asks, "What are those round things hanging there, daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly, he replies, "Those, sweetheart, are God's Apples of Life. Without them we wouldn't be here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, she seeks her mommy out and tells her what daddy has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which mommy asks, "Did he say anything about the dead branch they're hanging from?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-8927903016539679044?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/8927903016539679044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=8927903016539679044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8927903016539679044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/8927903016539679044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/01/curious-girl.html' title='Curious Girl'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352166165768445929.post-6421333797598672658</id><published>2008-01-27T16:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:15:00.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucking joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult one liner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty one liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult joke'/><title type='text'>What men would do</title><content type='html'>What men would do if they had a vagina for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Immediately go shopping for zucchini and cucumbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Squat over a hand-held mirror for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. See if they could finally do the splits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. See if it's truly possible to launch a ping pong ball 20 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cross their legs without rearranging their crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get picked up in a bar in less than 10 minutes ... BEFORE closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have consecutive multiple orgasms and still be ready for more without sleeping first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the gynecologist for a pelvic exam and ask to have it recorded on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit on the edge of the bed and pray for breasts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally find that damned G-spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352166165768445929-6421333797598672658?l=jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/feeds/6421333797598672658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352166165768445929&amp;postID=6421333797598672658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6421333797598672658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352166165768445929/posts/default/6421333797598672658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesoftheweek.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-men-would-do.html' title='What men would do'/><author><name>Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14259307179566285111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
