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<modified>2009-07-14T23:19:25Z</modified>
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<title>Revenge is Sweet [PIC]</title>
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<modified>2009-07-14T23:19:25Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-16T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2252</id>
<created>2009-07-16T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain"></summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<entry>
<title>Working for the Kibble [PIC]</title>
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<modified>2009-07-14T23:17:01Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-15T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2251</id>
<created>2009-07-15T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain"></summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center"><img src="/p/200907/working.jpg" /></p>]]>
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<entry>
<title>Dog Owners Beware [PIC]</title>
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<modified>2009-07-14T02:25:03Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-14T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2250</id>
<created>2009-07-14T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain"></summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center"><img src="/p/200907/sniper.jpg" /></p>]]>
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<entry>
<title>Be diligent at all border crossings ... [PIC]</title>
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<modified>2009-07-11T03:57:37Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-13T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2248</id>
<created>2009-07-13T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain"></summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center"><img src="/p/200907/border_crossing.jpg" /></p>]]>
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<entry>
<title>First Day with the New Boat [PIC]</title>
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<modified>2009-07-11T03:55:56Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-12T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2247</id>
<created>2009-07-12T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain"></summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center"><img src="/p/200907/new_boat.jpg" /></p>]]>
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<entry>
<title>Blonde Teenage Girl</title>
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<modified>2009-07-08T20:30:34Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-09T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2243</id>
<created>2009-07-09T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">A blonde teenage girl, wanting to earn some extra money for the Summer, decided to hire herself out as a &apos;handy-woman&apos; and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house, and asked...</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />A blonde teenage girl, wanting to earn some extra money for the Summer,
    decided to hire herself out as a 'handy-woman' and started
    canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood.
    She went to the front door of the first house, and asked the owner if
    he had any odd jobs for her to do.<br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[
    'Well, I guess I could use somebody to paint my porch,' he said.
    'How much will you charge me?'

    <br />Delighted, the girl quickly responded, 'How about $50?'
<br /><br />The man agreed and told her that the paint brushes and everything
    she would need was in the garage. <br /><br />The man's wife, hearing the
    Conversation said to her husband, 'Does she realize that our porch
    Goes ALL the way around the house?'

    <br /><br />He responded, 'That's a bit cynical, isn't it?'

    <br /><br />The wife replied, 'You're right.
    I guess I'm starting to Believe all those dumb blonde jokes.

    <br />Later that day, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.

    <br /><br />'You're finished already?' the startled husband asked.

    <br /><br />'Yes, the blonde replied, and I even had paint left over,
    so I gave it two coats.'
<br /><br />Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.00 and handed
    it to her along with a ten dollar tip.

    <br /><br />'And by the way,' the blonde added, 'it's not a Porch, it's a Lexus.'
     **<br /><br />]]>
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<entry>
<title>Understanding Men</title>
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<modified>2009-07-02T02:00:54Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-08T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2242</id>
<created>2009-07-08T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">Because I&apos;m a man, when I lock my keys in the car I will fiddle with a wire long after hypothermia has set in....</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>PG-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />Because I'm a man, 
<br />when I lock my keys in the car I will fiddle with a wire long after hypothermia has set in.<br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[Because I'm a man, <br />when the car isn't running very well, I will pop the hood and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another man shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't, know <br />where to start." We will then drink beer.<br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />when I catch a cold, I need someone to bring me soup and take care of me while I lie in bed and moan. You're a woman. You never get as sick as I do, so for you this isn't a problem.<br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />I can be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk or bread. I cannot be expected to find exotic items like "cumin" or "tofu." For all I know, these are the same thing. And never, under any circumstances, expect me to pick up anything for which "feminine <br />hygiene product" is a euphemism. <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />when one of our appliances stops working, I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as, much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together. <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If the thing has been misplaced, I may miss a whole show looking for it (though one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator). <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />I don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone. Why would you listen to a complete stranger? I mean, how the hell could he know where we're going? <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />there is no need to ask me what I'm thinking about. The answer is always either sex, cars, beer, or football. I have to make up something else when you ask, so don't ask. <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />I do not want to visit your mother, or have your mother come visit us, or talk to her when she calls, or think about her any more than I have to. Whatever you got her for Mother's Day is okay; I don't need to see it. And don't forget to pick up something for my mother, too. <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't. <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />I think what you're wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it---looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now? <br /><br />Because I'm a man, <br />and this is, after all, the year 2003, I will share equally in the housework. You just do the laundry, the cooking, the gardening, the cleaning, the vacuuming, and the dishes, and I'll do the rest. <br /><br />This has been a public service message for Women to better understand the Male sex.<br /><br />]]>
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<entry>
<title>Southern Bartering</title>
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<modified>2009-07-02T01:54:59Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-07T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2241</id>
<created>2009-07-07T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">Bubba was fixing a door and he found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent Mary Louise to the hardware store....</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>PG-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />Bubba was fixing a door and he found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent Mary Louise to the hardware store.<br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[At the hardware store Mary Louise saw a beautiful teapot on a top shelf as she was waiting for Joe Bob to finish waiting on a customer. <br /><br />When Joe Bob was finished, Mary Louise asked how much for the teapot? <br /><br />Joe Bob replied "That's silver and it costs $100!" <br /><br />"My goodness, that sure is a lotta money!" Mary Louise exclaimed. She then proceeded to describe the hinge that Bubba had sent her to buy, and Joe Bob went to the backroom to find a hinge. <br /><br />From the backroom Joe Bob yelled " Mary Louise, you wanna screw for that hinge?' <br /><br />To which Mary Louise replied, "No, but I will for the teapot."<br /><br />]]>
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<entry>
<title>The Dentist</title>
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<modified>2009-07-02T01:46:35Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-04T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2238</id>
<created>2009-07-04T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">A man walks into a dentist&apos;s surgery and says, &quot;Excuse me, can you help me? I think I&apos;m a moth.&quot;...</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>G-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />A man walks into a dentist's surgery and says, "Excuse me, can you help me? I think I'm a moth."<br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[Dentist: "You don't need a dentist. You need a psychiatrist." <br /><br />Man: "Yes, I know." <br /><br />Dentist: "So why did you come in here?" <br /><br />Man: "Well, the light was on...."<br /><br />]]>
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</entry>



<entry>
<title>Never Piss off a Woman</title>
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<modified>2009-07-02T01:44:37Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-03T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2237</id>
<created>2009-07-03T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">A wife came home just in time to find her husband in bed with another woman. With super-human strength borne of fury, she dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and into the tool shed ......</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>PG-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />A wife came home just in time to find her husband in bed with another 
woman. With super-human strength borne of fury, she dragged him down the 
stairs, out the back door, and into the tool
shed ... <br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[in the back yard and put his penis in a vice. She then secured it 
tightly and removed the handle.<br /><br />Next she picked up a hacksaw. The husband was terrified, and screamed, "Stop! Stop! You're not going to cut it off, are you?" The wife with a gleam of revenge in her eye, put the saw in her husband's hand and said, "Nope. I'm going to set the shed on fire. You do whatever you have to".<br /><br />]]>
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</entry>



<entry>
<title>Blonde in a Pharmacy</title>
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<modified>2009-07-02T01:41:42Z</modified>
<issued>2009-07-02T14:00:00Z</issued>
<id>tag:,2009:/4.2236</id>
<created>2009-07-02T14:00:00Z</created>
<summary type="text/plain">A blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist for some rectum deodorant. The pharmacist explains to the woman they don&apos;t sell rectum deodorant......</summary>
<author>
<name>IAC</name>
<url>http://forwardedfunnies.com</url>
<email>vea1@pugetsoundsoftware.com</email>
</author>
<dc:subject>PG-Rated</dc:subject>
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<![CDATA[<br />A blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist for some rectum
deodorant. The pharmacist explains to the woman
they don't sell rectum deodorant...<br /><br />]]>
<![CDATA[and that in fact he's never heard of it before. The blonde assures the pharmacist that she has been buying the stuff from this store for years and needs some more. "I'm sorry", says the pharmacist, "But we don't have any." "But I always get it here," says the blonde. "Do you have the container it comes in?" asks the pharmacist. "Yes!" said the blonde, "I'll go home and get it." She returns with the container and hands it to the pharmacist who looks at it and says to her, "This is just a normal stick of underarm deodorant." Annoyed, the blonde snatches the container back and reads out loud from the container: "To apply, push up bottom..."<br /><br />]]>
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