<?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-7416164024922704657</id><updated>2011-09-10T07:27:14.170-07:00</updated><category term='BABIES'/><category term='ART'/><category term='BETROTHAL Funny Jokes'/><category term='Funny Jokes'/><category term='BONE OF CONTENTION'/><category term='Really Funny Jokes'/><category term='APPRECIATION'/><category term='BIRTH'/><category term='BRUTALITY'/><category term='Jokes of the Day'/><category term='Clean Jokes'/><category term='AFFECTION'/><category term='BAPTISTS'/><category term='ATHLETICS'/><category term='ACTORS'/><category term='Free Jokes'/><category term='Good Funny Clean Jokes'/><category term='Free Text Jokes'/><category term='APPEARANCE'/><category term='Best Short Jokes Ever'/><category term='Clean Funny Jokes'/><category term='BLESSING'/><category term='APPETITE'/><category term='ABSENTMINDEDNESS'/><category term='Joke of the Day'/><category term='Favorite Joke of the Day'/><category term='BRIBERY'/><category term='Short Funny Jokes'/><category term='BREVITY'/><category term='BAPTISM'/><category term='ANATOMY'/><category term='BLINDNESS'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='BURGLARY'/><category term='BAIT'/><category term='BEGGARS'/><category term='ACQUAINTANCE'/><category term='ARGUMENT'/><category term='Humor Jokes'/><category term='Short Jokes'/><category term='BASEBALL'/><category term='BREAKFAST'/><category term='AUTHORS'/><category term='BETROTHAL'/><category term='Alibi'/><category term='ADVERTISING'/><category term='BATTLE'/><category term='AGE'/><category term='BEARS'/><category term='Really Funny Quick Jokes'/><category term='Clean Short Funny Jokes'/><category term='FUNNY SHORT JOKES'/><category term='AMNESTY'/><category term='BLOCKHEAD'/><category term='BLIND'/><category term='BEER'/><category term='BEGINNERS'/><category term='BIGAMY'/><category term='BALDNESS'/><category term='Online Jokes'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Great collection of joke of the day, favorite joke of the day, clean joke of the day, funniest joke of the day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416164024922704657.post-9214060490391860632</id><published>2010-05-22T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T05:03:54.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY HARD TO PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The rather ferocious-appearing husband who had taken his wife to the beach for a holiday scowled heavily at an amateur photographer, and rumbled in a threatening bass voice:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What the blazes d'ye mean, photographin' my wife? I saw ye when ye  done it."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The man addressed cringed, and replied placatingly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You're mistaken, really! I wouldn't think of doing such a thing."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Ye wouldn't, eh?" the surly husband growled, still more savagely.  "And why not? I'd like to know. She's the handsomest woman on the beach."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-9214060490391860632?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/9214060490391860632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-hard-to-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9214060490391860632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9214060490391860632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-hard-to-please.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY HARD TO PLEASE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5888770260590966961</id><published>2010-05-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:06:05.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY HAIR</title><content type='html'>The school girl from Avenue A, who had just learned that the notorious Gorgon sisters had snakes for hair, chewed her gum thoughtfully as she commented:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tough luck to have to get out and grab a mess of snakes any time you want an extry puff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5888770260590966961?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5888770260590966961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5888770260590966961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5888770260590966961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-hair.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY HAIR'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8430293671626658249</id><published>2010-05-11T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T04:03:34.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day It is a matter of...</title><content type='html'>It is a matter of common knowledge that there have been troublous times in Ireland before those of the present. In the days of the Land League, an Irish Judge told as true of an experience while he was holding court in one of the turbulent sections. When the jury entered the court-room at the beginning of the session, the bailiff directed them to take their accustomed places.... And every man of them walked forward into the dock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8430293671626658249?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8430293671626658249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-it-is-matter-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8430293671626658249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8430293671626658249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-it-is-matter-of.html' title='Joke of the day It is a matter of...'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3237023694304591383</id><published>2010-05-10T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:47:57.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The old woman</title><content type='html'>The old woman in indigent circumstances was explaining to a visitor, who found her at breakfast, a long category of trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And," she concluded, "this very morning, I woke up at four o'clock, and cried and cried till breakfast time, and as soon as I finish my tea I'll begin again, and probably keep it up all day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3237023694304591383?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3237023694304591383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-old-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3237023694304591383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3237023694304591383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-old-woman.html' title='Joke of the Day The old woman'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7362290784350975580</id><published>2010-05-06T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:47:19.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY HABIT</title><content type='html'>It was the bridegroom's third matrimonial undertaking, and the bride's second. When the clergyman on whom they had called for the ceremony entered the parlor, he found the couple comfortably seated. They made no effort to rise, so, as he opened the book to begin the service, he directed them, "Please, stand up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom looked at the bride, and the bride stared back at him, and then both regarded the clergyman, while the man voiced their decision in a tone that was quite polite, but very firm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have ginerally sot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7362290784350975580?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7362290784350975580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7362290784350975580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7362290784350975580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/05/joke-of-day-habit.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY HABIT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1427316206819733395</id><published>2010-04-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:33:30.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GRIEF</title><content type='html'>At the wake, the bereaved husband displayed all the evidences of frantic grief. He cried aloud heart-rendingly, and tore his hair. The other mourners had to restrain him from leaping into the open coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a friend who had been at the wake encountered the widower on the street and spoke sympathetically of the great woe displayed by the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you go to the cemetery for the burying?" the stricken husband inquired anxiously, and when he was answered in the negative, continued proudly: "It's a pity ye weren't there. Ye ought to have seen the way I cut up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1427316206819733395?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1427316206819733395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day-grief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1427316206819733395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1427316206819733395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day-grief.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GRIEF'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8211340602130728653</id><published>2010-04-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:48:02.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GREED</title><content type='html'>An eminent doctor successfully attended a sick child. A few days later, the grateful mother called on the physician. After expressing her realization of the fact that his services had been of a sort that could not be fully paid for, she continued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I hope you will accept as a token from me this purse which I myself have embroidered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physician replied very coldly to the effect that the fees of the physician must be paid in money, not merely in gratitude, and he added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Presents maintain friendship: they do not maintain a family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your fee?" the woman inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two hundred dollars," was the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman opened the purse, and took from it five $100 bills. She put back three, handed two to the discomfited physician, then took her departure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8211340602130728653?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8211340602130728653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day-greed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8211340602130728653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8211340602130728653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/04/joke-of-day-greed.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GREED'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5013226574619501275</id><published>2010-03-31T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:36:17.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GRASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The auctioneer, offering the pasture lot for sale, waved his hand enthusiastically, pointed toward the rich expanse of herbage, and shouted:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Now, then, how much am I offered for this field? Jest look at that grass, gentlemen. That's exactly the sort of grass Nebuchadnezzar would have given two hundred dollars an acre for."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5013226574619501275?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5013226574619501275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5013226574619501275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5013226574619501275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grass.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GRASS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3727386943936575023</id><published>2010-03-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:15:52.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The witness, in answer to the lawyer's question, said:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Them hain't the boots what was stole."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The judge rebuked the witness sternly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Speak grammatic, young man—speak grammatic! You shouldn't ought to say, 'them boots what was stole,' you should ought to say, 'them boots as was stealed.'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3727386943936575023?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3727386943936575023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-witness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3727386943936575023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3727386943936575023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-witness.html' title='Joke of the Day The witness'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2136812797579946500</id><published>2010-03-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:02:19.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The teacher asked the little girl if she was going to the Maypole  dance. "No, I ain't going," was the reply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The teacher corrected the child:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You must not say, 'I ain't going,' you must say, 'I&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_112" id="Page_112"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am  not going.'" And she added to impress the point: "I am not going. He is not going. We are not going. You are not going. They are not going. Now, dear, can you say all that?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little girl nodded and smiled brightly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Sure!" she replied. "They ain't nobody going."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2136812797579946500?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2136812797579946500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2136812797579946500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2136812797579946500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-teacher.html' title='Joke of the Day The teacher'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3354595839393465226</id><published>2010-03-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T05:40:31.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GRAMMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The passing lady mistakenly supposed that the woman shouting from a window down the street was calling to the little girl minding baby brother close by on the curb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Your mother is calling you," she said kindly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little girl corrected the lady:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Her ain't a-callin' we. Us don't belong to she."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3354595839393465226?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3354595839393465226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grammar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3354595839393465226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3354595839393465226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grammar.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GRAMMAR'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1464768955329731791</id><published>2010-03-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:20:31.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The new clergyman</title><content type='html'>The new clergyman in the country parish, during his visit to an old lady of his flock, inquired if she accepted the doctrine of Falling from Grace. The good woman nodded vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir," she declared with pious zeal, "I believe in it, and, praise the Lord! I practise it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1464768955329731791?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1464768955329731791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-new-clergyman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1464768955329731791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1464768955329731791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-new-clergyman.html' title='Joke of the Day The new clergyman'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3130346366528863401</id><published>2010-03-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:34:43.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GRACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The son and heir had just been confirmed. At the dinner table, following the church service, the father called on his son to say grace. The boy was greatly embarrassed by the demand. Moreover, he was tired, not only from the excitement of the special service&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_111" id="Page_111"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;through which he had passed, but also from walking to and from the church, four miles away, and, too, he was very hungry indeed and impatient to begin the meal. Despite his protest, however, the father insisted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, at last, the little man folded his hands with a pious air, closed his eyes tight, bent his head reverently, and spoke his prayer:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"O Lord, have mercy on these victuals. Amen!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3130346366528863401?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3130346366528863401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3130346366528863401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3130346366528863401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-grace.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GRACE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7585495642005456534</id><published>2010-03-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:26:42.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GOLF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The eminent English Statesman Arbuthnot-Joyce plays golf so badly that he prefers a solitary round with only the caddy present. He had a new boy one day recently, and played as wretchedly as usual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I fancy I play the worst game in the world," he confessed to the caddy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Oh, I wouldn't say that, sir," was the consoling response. "From what the boys were saying about another gentleman who plays here, he must be worse even than you are."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What's his name?" asked the statesman hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the caddy replied:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Arbuthnot-Joyce."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7585495642005456534?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7585495642005456534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7585495642005456534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7585495642005456534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-golf.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GOLF'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3472126643015533513</id><published>2010-03-03T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:32:26.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GOD'S WILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The clergyman was calling, when the youthful son and heir approached his mother proudly, and exhibited a dead rat. As she shrank in repugnance, he attempted to reassure her:&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_110" id="Page_110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, it's dead all right, mama. We beat it and beat it and beat it, and it's deader 'n dead."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His eyes fell on the clergyman, and he felt that something more was due to that reverend presence. So he continued in a tone of solemnity:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Yes, we beat it and beat it until—until God called it home!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3472126643015533513?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3472126643015533513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-gods-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3472126643015533513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3472126643015533513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-gods-will.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GOD&apos;S WILL'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2703824574758887802</id><published>2010-03-03T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:31:02.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GOD</title><content type='html'>The little boy was found by his mother with pencil and paper, making a sketch. When asked what he was doing, he answered promptly, and with considerable pride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm drawing a picture of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But," gasped the shocked mother, "you cannot do that. No one has seen God. No one knows how God looks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the little boy replied, complacently, "when I get through they will."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2703824574758887802?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2703824574758887802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2703824574758887802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2703824574758887802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/03/joke-of-day-god.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GOD'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8326519974840671106</id><published>2010-02-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:13:37.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GHOSTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a haunted house down South which was carefully avoided by all the superstitious negroes. But a new arrival in the community, named Sam, bragged of his bravery as too superior to be shaken by any ghosts, and declared that, for the small sum of two dollars cash in hand paid, he would pass the night alone in the haunted house. A score of other darkies contributed, and the required amount was raised. It was not, however, to be delivered to the courageous Sam until&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_109" id="Page_109"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his reappearance after the vigil. With this understanding the boaster betook himself to the haunted house for the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When a select committee sought for Sam next morning, no trace of him was found. Careful search for three days failed to discover the missing negro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But on the fourth day Sam entered the village street, covered with mud and evidently worn with fatigue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hi, dar, nigger!" one of the bystanders shouted. "Whar you-all been de las' foh days?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Sam answered simply:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Ah's been comin' back."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8326519974840671106?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8326519974840671106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8326519974840671106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8326519974840671106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-ghosts.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GHOSTS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-9163799485605607935</id><published>2010-02-27T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:12:37.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GEOGRAPHY</title><content type='html'>The airman, after many hours of thick weather, had lost his bearings completely. Then it cleared and he was able to make a landing. Naturally, he was anxious to know in what part of the world he had arrived. He put the question to the group of rustics that had promptly assembled. The answer was explicit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've come down in Deacon Peck's north medder lot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-9163799485605607935?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/9163799485605607935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-geography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9163799485605607935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9163799485605607935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-geography.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GEOGRAPHY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-543800344945087778</id><published>2010-02-25T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:37:44.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY GENTLEMAN</title><content type='html'>There has been much controversy for years as to the proper definition of the much abused word "gentleman." Finally, by a printer's error in prefixing un to an adverb, an old and rather mushy description of a gentleman has been given a novel twist and a pithy point. A contributor's letter to a metropolitan daily appeared as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir—I can recall no better description of a gentleman than this—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'A gentleman is one who never gives offense unintentionally.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-543800344945087778?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/543800344945087778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/543800344945087778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/543800344945087778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-gentleman.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY GENTLEMAN'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4936943935813743332</id><published>2010-02-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:35:35.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>FREE JOKE OF THE DAY GENDER</title><content type='html'>It is quite possible to trap clergymen, as well as laymen, with the following question, because they are not always learned in the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If David was the father of Solomon, and Joab was the son of Zeruiah, what relation was Zeruiah to Joab?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most persons give the answer that Zeruiah was the father of Joab, necessarily. That is not the correct answer. The trouble is that Zeruiah was a woman. And, of course, David and Solomon having nothing whatever to do with the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4936943935813743332?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4936943935813743332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-joke-of-day-gender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4936943935813743332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4936943935813743332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-joke-of-day-gender.html' title='FREE JOKE OF THE DAY GENDER'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3581504435858377098</id><published>2010-02-23T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:04:01.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FUSSINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The traveler in the Blue Ridge Mountains made his toilet as best he could with the aid of the hand basin on its bench by the cabin door and the roller towel. He made use of his own comb and brush, tooth-brush, nail-file and whiskbroom. The small son of the cabin regarded his operations with rounded eyes, and at last broke forth:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"By cricky, mister, I wantta know! Be ye allus thet much trouble to yerself?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3581504435858377098?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3581504435858377098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fussiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3581504435858377098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3581504435858377098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fussiness.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FUSSINESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3169191963114711490</id><published>2010-02-23T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T06:03:29.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FRENCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An American tourist in France found that he had a two hours' wait for his train at a junction, and set out to explore the neighborhood. He discovered at last that he was lost, and could not find his way back to the station. He therefore addressed a passer-by in the best French he could recollect from his college days, mispronouncing it with great emphasis. He voiced his request for information as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Pardonnez-moi. J'ai quitté ma train et maintenant je ne sais pas où le trouver encore. Est-ce que vous pouvez me montrer le route à la train?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Let's look for it together," said the stranger genially. "I don't speak French, either."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3169191963114711490?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3169191963114711490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-french.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3169191963114711490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3169191963114711490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-french.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FRENCH'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7392148026529574019</id><published>2010-02-22T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:40:10.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The clergyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The clergyman on his vacation wrote a long letter concerning his traveling experiences to be circulated among the members of the congregation. The letter opened in this form:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dear Friends:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I will not address you as ladies and gentlemen, because I know you so well."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7392148026529574019?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7392148026529574019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-clergyman_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7392148026529574019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7392148026529574019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-clergyman_22.html' title='Joke of the Day The clergyman'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8620025311985670717</id><published>2010-02-22T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:39:28.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The kindly lady accosted the little boy on the beach, who stood with downcast head, and grinding his toes&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_106" id="Page_106"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into the sand and looking very miserable and lonely indeed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Haven't you anybody to play with?" she inquired sympathetically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The boy shook his head forlornly, as he explained:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I have one friend—but I hate him!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8620025311985670717?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8620025311985670717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8620025311985670717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8620025311985670717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-friendship.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6633065364949442691</id><published>2010-02-21T02:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:21:24.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FRAUD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The hired man on a New England farm went on his first trip to the city. He returned wearing a scarf pin set with at least four carats bulk of radiance. The jewelry dazzled the rural belles, and excited the envy of the other young men. His employer bluntly asked if it was a real diamond.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"If it ain't," was the answer, "I was skun out o' half a dollar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6633065364949442691?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6633065364949442691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fraud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6633065364949442691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6633065364949442691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fraud.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FRAUD'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4119152024046767343</id><published>2010-02-21T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:20:44.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day A worker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A worker in the steel mills applied direct to Mr. Carnegie for a holiday in which to get married. The magnate inquired interestedly concerning the bride:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Is she tall or short, slender or plump?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The prospective bridegroom answered seriously:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well, sir, I'm free to say, that if I'd had the rollin' of her, I sure would have given her three or four more passes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4119152024046767343?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4119152024046767343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4119152024046767343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4119152024046767343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-worker.html' title='Joke of the Day A worker...'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7127557588980859690</id><published>2010-02-20T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:15:07.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The traveler wrote an indignant letter to the officials of the railroad company, giving full details as to why he had sat up in the smoking-room all night, instead of sleeping in his berth. He received in reply a letter from the company, which was so courteous and logical&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_105" id="Page_105"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that he was greatly soothed. His mood changed for the worse, however, when he happened to glance at his own letter, which had been enclosed through error. On the margin was jotted in pencil:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Send this guy the bed-bug letter."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7127557588980859690?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7127557588980859690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-form.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7127557588980859690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7127557588980859690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-form.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FORM'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-626226993883700748</id><published>2010-02-20T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:12:33.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day The clergyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The clergyman drew near to the baptismal font, and directed that the candidates for baptism should now be presented. A woman in the congregation gave a gasp of dismay and turned to her husband, whom she addressed in a strenuous whisper:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"There! I just knew we'd forget something. John, you run right home as fast as you can, and fetch the baby."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-626226993883700748?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/626226993883700748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-clergyman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/626226993883700748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/626226993883700748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-clergyman.html' title='Joke of the Day The clergyman'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8125086265706243242</id><published>2010-02-19T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:47:25.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day Two men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two men met on the city street in the evening, and had a number of drinks together. The one who lived in the suburbs became confidential, and exhibited a string tied around a finger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I don't dare to go home," he explained. "There's something my wife told me to do, without fail, and to make sure I wouldn't forget, she tied that string around&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_104" id="Page_104"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my finger. But for the life of me I can't remember what the thing was I am to do. And I don't dare to go home!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few days later the two men met again, this time in the afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well," the one asked, "did you finally remember what that string was to remind you of?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other showed great gloom in his expression, as he replied:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I didn't go home until the next night, just because I was scared, and then my wife told me what the string was for all right—she certainly did!" There was a note of pain in his voice. "The string was to remind me to be sure to come home early."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8125086265706243242?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8125086265706243242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-two-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8125086265706243242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8125086265706243242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-two-men.html' title='Joke of the Day Two men'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-132758947285259061</id><published>2010-02-19T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:46:23.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FORGETFULNESS</title><content type='html'>The foreman of a Southern mill, who was much troubled by the shiftlessness of his colored workers, called sharply to two of the men slouching past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, you! where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, suh, boss," one of them answered, "we is goin' to de mill wid dis-heah plank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plank? What plank? Where's the plank?" the foreman demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colored spokesman looked inquiringly and somewhat surprisedly at his own empty hands and those of his companion, whom he addressed good-naturedly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, if dat don't beat all, George! If we hain't gone an' clean forgitted dat plank!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-132758947285259061?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/132758947285259061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-forgetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/132758947285259061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/132758947285259061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-forgetfulness.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FORGETFULNESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7688856080518069160</id><published>2010-02-15T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:19:55.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FORESIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The master directed that the picture should be hung on the east wall; the mistress preferred the west wall.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_103" id="Page_103"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The servant drove the nail where his master directed, but when he was left alone in the room he drove a nail in the other wall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"That," he said to himself, "will save my lugging the steps up here again to-morrow, when he has come around to agreeing with her."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7688856080518069160?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7688856080518069160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-foresight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7688856080518069160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7688856080518069160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-foresight.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FORESIGHT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3328645778508607503</id><published>2010-02-13T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:16:48.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FOREHANDEDNESS</title><content type='html'>The highly efficient housewife bragged that she always rose early, and had every bed in the house made before anybody else in the house was up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3328645778508607503?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3328645778508607503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-forehandedness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3328645778508607503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3328645778508607503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-forehandedness.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FOREHANDEDNESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-506134878058230722</id><published>2010-02-13T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:15:42.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The young mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The young mother asked the man who supplied her with milk if he kept any calves, and smiled pleasedly when he said that he did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Then," she continued brightly, "bring me a pint of calf's milk every day. I think cow's milk is too strong for baby."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-506134878058230722?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/506134878058230722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-young-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/506134878058230722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/506134878058230722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-young-mother.html' title='Joke of the day The young mother'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4938723161158383178</id><published>2010-02-12T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:01:22.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Arctic explorer at a reception on his return gave an informal talk concerning his experiences. He explained that a point further north would have been reached, if the dogs had not given out at a critical time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A lady, who had followed the explorer's remarks carefully, ventured a comment as the speaker paused:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But I thought those Esquimaux dogs were actually tireless."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The explorer hesitated, and cleared his throat before answering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I spoke," he elucidated, "in a—er—culinary sense."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4938723161158383178?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4938723161158383178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4938723161158383178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4938723161158383178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-food.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FOOD'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7096570256293299322</id><published>2010-02-12T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:00:34.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FOLLIES</title><content type='html'>A wise old Quaker woman once said that men were guilty of three most astonishing follies. The first was the climbing of trees to shake down the fruit, when if they would but wait, the fruit would fall of itself. The second was the going to war to kill one another, when if they would only wait, they must surely die naturally. The third was that they should run after women, when, if they did not do so, the women would surely run after them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7096570256293299322?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7096570256293299322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-follies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7096570256293299322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7096570256293299322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-follies.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FOLLIES'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2330858537442797109</id><published>2010-02-11T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:21:19.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The old gentleman was lost in a London fog, so thick that he could hardly see his hand before his face. He became seriously alarmed when he found himself in a slimy alley. Then he heard footsteps approaching through the obscurity, and sighed with relief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Where am I going to?" he cried anxiously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A voice replied weirdly from the darkness beyond:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Into the river—I've just come out!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2330858537442797109?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2330858537442797109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2330858537442797109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2330858537442797109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fog.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FOG'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4928222315243230653</id><published>2010-02-11T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:20:43.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FLOWERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gilbert wrote a couplet concerning—&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="poem"&gt;&lt;div class="stanza"&gt; &lt;div&gt;"An attachment &lt;i&gt;à la&lt;/i&gt; Plato&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For a bashful young potato."&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_101" id="Page_101"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Such suggestion is all very well in a humorous ballad, but we do not look for anything of the sort in a serious romance of real life. Nevertheless, a Welsh newspaper of recent date carried the following paragraph:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"At —— Church, on Monday last, a very interesting wedding was solemnized, the contracting parties being Mr. Richard ——, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. ——, and a bouquet of pink carnations."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4928222315243230653?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4928222315243230653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4928222315243230653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4928222315243230653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flowers.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FLOWERS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4999607773047275594</id><published>2010-02-08T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:57:46.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FLOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The breakfaster in the cheap restaurant tried to make conversation with the man beside him at the counter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Awful rainy spell—like the flood."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The flood?" The tone was polite, but inquiring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; flood—Noah, the Ark, Mount Ararat."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other bit off half a slice of bread, shook his head, and mumbled thickly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hain't read to-day's paper yit."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4999607773047275594?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4999607773047275594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4999607773047275594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4999607773047275594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flood.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FLOOD'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7252937437826049671</id><published>2010-02-08T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:57:08.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FLIRTATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The gentleman at the party, who was old enough to know better, turned to another guest, who had just paused beside him:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Women are fickle. See that pretty woman by the window? She was smiling at me flirtatiously a few minutes ago and now she looks cold as an iceberg."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I have only just arrived," the other man said. "She is my wife."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7252937437826049671?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7252937437826049671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flirtation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7252937437826049671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7252937437826049671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flirtation.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FLIRTATION'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8850361370343696715</id><published>2010-02-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T04:20:16.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FLEAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The debutante was alarmed over the prospect of being taken in to dinner by the distinguished statesman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Whatever can we talk about?" she demanded anxiously of her mother.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Afterward, in the drawing-room, she came to her mother with a radiant smile.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_100" id="Page_100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"He's fine," she exclaimed. "We weren't half way through the soup before we were chatting cozily about the fleas in Italian hotels."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8850361370343696715?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8850361370343696715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fleas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8850361370343696715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8850361370343696715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fleas.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FLEAS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2679784228991166202</id><published>2010-02-06T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:01:53.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FLATTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An eminent statesman was being driven rapidly by his chauffeur, when the car struck and killed a dog that leaped in front of it. At the statesman's order, the chauffeur stopped the car, and the great man got out and hurried back to where a woman was standing by the remains. The dead dog's mistress was deeply grieved, and more deeply angered. As the statesman attempted to address her placatingly, she turned on him wrathfully, and told him just what she thought, which was considerable and by no means agreeable. When, at last, she paused for breath, the culprit tried again to soothe her, saying:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Madam, I shall be glad to replace your dog."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman drew herself up haughtily, surveyed the statesman with supreme scorn, and hissed:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Sir, you flatter yourself!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2679784228991166202?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2679784228991166202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flattery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2679784228991166202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2679784228991166202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-flattery.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FLATTERY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7459992701063446740</id><published>2010-02-06T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:00:56.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FISHING</title><content type='html'>The congressman from California was telling at dinner in the hotel of tuna fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just run out in a small motor boat," he explained, "and anything less than a hundred pounds is poor sport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colored waiter was so excited that he interrupted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You say you go after hundred-pound fish in a little motor boat, suh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congressman nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But," the darky protested, "ain't you scairt fer fear you'll ketch one?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7459992701063446740?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7459992701063446740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7459992701063446740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7459992701063446740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fishing.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FISHING'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2195839313745564608</id><published>2010-02-05T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:18:09.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FINANCIERS</title><content type='html'>"My pa, he's a financier," boasted one small boy to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Tain't much to brag of," the other sneered. "My pa an' uncle Jack are in jail, too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2195839313745564608?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2195839313745564608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-financiers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2195839313745564608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2195839313745564608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-financiers.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FINANCIERS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7606694118464399621</id><published>2010-02-05T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:17:19.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The eminent banker</title><content type='html'>The eminent banker explained just how he started in business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had nothing to do, and I rented an empty store, and put up a sign, Bank. As soon as I opened for business, a man dropped in, and made a deposit of two hundred dollars. The next day another man dropped in and deposited three hundred dollars. And so, sir, the third day, my confidence in the enterprise reached such a point that I put in fifty dollars of my own money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7606694118464399621?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7606694118464399621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-eminent-banker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7606694118464399621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7606694118464399621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-eminent-banker.html' title='Joke of the day The eminent banker'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7348082057662970721</id><published>2010-02-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:48:35.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The eminent financier</title><content type='html'>The eminent financier was discoursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The true secret of success," he said, "is to find out what the people want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the next thing," someone suggested, "is to give it to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The financier shook his head contemptuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No—to corner it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7348082057662970721?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7348082057662970721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-eminent-financier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7348082057662970721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7348082057662970721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-eminent-financier.html' title='Joke of the day The eminent financier'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3635707975513105183</id><published>2010-02-04T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:49:06.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The successful financier</title><content type='html'>The successful financier snorted contemptuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money! pooh! there are a million ways of making money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But only one honest way," a listener declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What way is that?" the financier demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naturally, you wouldn't know," was the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3635707975513105183?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3635707975513105183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-the-successful-financier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3635707975513105183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3635707975513105183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-the-successful-financier.html' title='Joke of the day The successful financier'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3441174470976343655</id><published>2010-02-03T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:22:36.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FINANCE</title><content type='html'>A very black little girl made her way into the presence of the lady of the house, and with much embarrassment, but very clearly, explained who she was, and what her mission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, mum, I'se Ophelia. I'se de washerwoman's little girl, an' mama, she sent me to say, would you please to len' her a dime. She got to pay some bills."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3441174470976343655?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3441174470976343655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-finance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3441174470976343655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3441174470976343655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-finance.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FINANCE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4957430783834553472</id><published>2010-02-03T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:21:39.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FIGHTING</title><content type='html'>The boy hurried home to his father with an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and Joe Peck had a fight to-day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father nodded gravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Peck has already called to see me about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy's face brightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, pop! I hope you made out 's well 's I did!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4957430783834553472?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4957430783834553472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4957430783834553472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4957430783834553472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fighting.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FIGHTING'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8357430656864140839</id><published>2010-02-01T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:43:45.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FAVORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At the village store, the young farmer complained bitterly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Old Si Durfee wants me to be one of the pall-bearers once more at his wife's funeral. An' it's like this. Si had me fer pall-bearer when his first wife was buried. An' then agin fer his second. An' when Eliza died, she as was his third, he up an' axed me agin. An' now, I snum, it's the fourth time. An' ye know, a feller can't be the hull time a-takin' favors, an' not payin' 'em back."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8357430656864140839?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8357430656864140839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-favors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8357430656864140839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8357430656864140839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-favors.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FAVORS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6668283109600797884</id><published>2010-02-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:43:01.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FASHION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After years of endeavor in poverty, the inventor made a success, and came running home with pockets bulging real money. He joyously strewed thousand-dollar bills in his wife's lap, crying:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Now, at last, my dear, you will be able to buy you some decent clothes."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I'll do nothing of the kind," was the sharp retort. "I'll get the same kind the other women are wearing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6668283109600797884?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6668283109600797884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6668283109600797884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6668283109600797884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-fashion.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FASHION'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8288206211230978747</id><published>2010-01-31T04:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:09:57.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY FACTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The burly man spoke lucidly to his gangling adversary:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You're a nincompoop, a liar and hoss-thief."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other man protested, with a whine in his voice:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Sech talk ain't nice—and, anyhow, 'tain't fair twittin' on facts."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8288206211230978747?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8288206211230978747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8288206211230978747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8288206211230978747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-facts.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY FACTS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-297882457867347542</id><published>2010-01-31T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:09:10.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXTRAVAGANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A rich and listless lady patron examined the handbags in a leading jeweler's shop in New York City. The clerk exhibited one bag five inches square, made of platinum and with one side almost covered with a setting of diamonds. This was offered at a price of $9,000.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the lady surveyed the expensive bauble without enthusiasm. She turned it from side to side and over and over, regarding it with a critical eye and frowning disapprovingly. At last she voiced her comment:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Rather pretty, but I don't like this side without diamonds. Honestly, the thing looks skimpy—decidedly skimpy!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For $7,000 additional, the objectional skimpiness was corrected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-297882457867347542?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/297882457867347542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-extravagance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/297882457867347542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/297882457867347542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-extravagance.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXTRAVAGANCE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3382449997959232560</id><published>2010-01-30T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:17:39.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXPLICITNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On her return home after an absence of a few hours, the mother was displeased to find that little Emma, who&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_95" id="Page_95"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was ailing, had not taken her pill at the appointed time, although she had been carefully directed to do so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You were very naughty, Emma," the mother chided. "I told you to be sure and take that pill."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But, mamma," the child pleaded in extenuation, "you didn't tell me where to take it to."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3382449997959232560?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3382449997959232560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-explicitness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3382449997959232560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3382449997959232560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-explicitness.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXPLICITNESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1970561359082550973</id><published>2010-01-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:16:38.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXPERTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a chicken-stealing case before the court. The colored culprit pleaded guilty and was duly sentenced. But the circumstances of the case had provoked the curiosity of the judge, so that he questioned the darky as to how he had managed to take those chickens and carry them off from right under the window of the owner's house, and that with a savage dog loose in the yard. But the thief was not minded to explain. He said:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hit wouldn't be of no use, jedge, to try to 'splain dis ting to you-all. Ef you was to try it you more'n like as not would git yer hide full o' shot an' git no chickens, nuther. Ef you want to engage in any rascality, jedge, you better stick to de bench, whar you am familiar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1970561359082550973?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1970561359082550973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-experts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1970561359082550973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1970561359082550973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-experts.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXPERTS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2816313885866975721</id><published>2010-01-28T02:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:14:20.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The baby pulled brother's hair until he yelled from the pain of it. The mother soothed the weeping boy:&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_94" id="Page_94"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Of course, she doesn't know how badly it hurts." Then she left the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She hurried back presently on hearing frantic squalling from baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What in the world is the matter with her?" she questioned anxiously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Nothin' 'tall," brother replied contentedly. "Only now she knows."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2816313885866975721?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2816313885866975721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2816313885866975721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2816313885866975721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-experience.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5476442044495148943</id><published>2010-01-28T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:13:38.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXPENSE ACCOUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The woman wrote a reference for her discharged cook as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Maggie Flynn has been employed by me for a month. She is an excellent cook, but I could not afford to make use of her services longer."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The husband, who was present, afterward expressed his surprise at the final clause.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But it's true," the wife answered. "The dishes she smashed cost double her wages."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5476442044495148943?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5476442044495148943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-expense-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5476442044495148943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5476442044495148943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-expense-account.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXPENSE ACCOUNT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8887413450095439562</id><published>2010-01-25T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:02:17.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXPECTANCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An Irishman on a scaffolding four stories high heard the noon whistle. But when he would have descended, he found that the ladder had been removed. One of his fellow workmen on the pavement below, to whom he called, explained that the foreman had carried off the ladder for another job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But how'll I get down?" Pat demanded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mike, on the pavement, suggested jumping as the&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_93" id="Page_93"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;only means. Pat's lunch was below, he was hungry, and he accepted the suggestion seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Will yez kitch me?" he demanded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Sure, an' I'll do that," Mike agreed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pat clapped his arms in imitation of a rooster, and crowed, to bolster up his courage, and leaped. He regained consciousness after a short interval, and feebly sat up on the pavement. He regarded Mike reproachfully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"For why did yez not kitch me?" he asked, and the pain in bones sounded in his voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Begorry," Mike replied sympathetically, "I was waiting for yez to bounce!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8887413450095439562?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8887413450095439562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-expectancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8887413450095439562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8887413450095439562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-expectancy.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXPECTANCY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3852890721347857573</id><published>2010-01-25T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:01:06.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EXCLUSIVENESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of the New York churches is notorious for its exclusiveness. A colored man took a fancy to the church, and promptly told the minister that he wished to join. The clergyman sought to evade the issue by suggesting to the man that he reflect more carefully on the matter, and make it the subject of prayers for guidance. The following day, the darky encountered the minister.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Ah done prayed, sah," he declared, beaming, "an' de Lawd he done sent me an answer las' night."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"And what was it?" queried the clergyman, somewhat at a loss. "What did the Lord say?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well, sah, He done axed me what chu'ch Ah wanted to jine, an' Ah tole Him it was yourn. An' He says: 'Ho, ho, dat chu'ch!' says he. 'You can't git in dere. Ah know you can't—'cause Ah been tryin' to git in dat chu'ch fer ten years mahself an' Ah couldn't!'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3852890721347857573?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3852890721347857573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-exclusiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3852890721347857573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3852890721347857573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-exclusiveness.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EXCLUSIVENESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6595791240737317681</id><published>2010-01-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:25:36.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day Shall I leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Shall I leave the hall light burning, ma'am?" the servant asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No," her mistress replied. "I think my husband won't get home until daylight. He kissed me goodbye before he went, and gave me twenty dollars for a new hat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6595791240737317681?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6595791240737317681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-shall-i-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6595791240737317681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6595791240737317681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-shall-i-leave.html' title='Joke of the day Shall I leave...'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4166660195296118491</id><published>2010-01-22T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:24:31.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The smug...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The smug satisfaction of the rustic in his clear perception and shrewd reasoning is illustrated by the dialogue between two farmers meeting on the road.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Did you hear that old man Jones's house burned down last night?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I ain't a mite surprised. I was goin' past there in the evenin', an' when I saw the smoke a-comin' out all round under the eaves, I sez to myself, sez I, 'Where there's smoke there must be fire.' An' so it was!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4166660195296118491?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4166660195296118491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-smug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4166660195296118491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4166660195296118491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-smug.html' title='Joke of the day The smug...'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6672003699663341882</id><published>2010-01-21T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:44:48.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EVIDENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The prisoner, a darky, explained how it came about that he had been arrested for chicken-stealing:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I didn't hab no trouble wiv de constable ner nobody. It would ab been all right if it hadn't been fer the women's love o' dress. My women folks, dey wasn't satisfied jes' to eat mos' all o' them chickens. Dey had to put de feathers in der hats, an' parade 'em as circumstantial evidence."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6672003699663341882?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6672003699663341882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-evidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6672003699663341882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6672003699663341882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-evidence.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EVIDENCE'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8181245681045842705</id><published>2010-01-21T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:44:06.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EPITAPH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In an Irish cemetery stands a handsome monument with an inscription which runs thus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"This monument is erected to the memory of James&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_91" id="Page_91"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O'Flinn, who was accidentally shot by his brother as a mark of affection."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8181245681045842705?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8181245681045842705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-epitaph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8181245681045842705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8181245681045842705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-epitaph.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EPITAPH'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8060338749047019514</id><published>2010-01-21T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:43:06.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The darky's clothes were in the last stages of dilapidation, and he wore open work shoes, but his face was radiant, and he whistled merrily as he slouched along the street. A householder called from his porch:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Sam, I have a job for you, if you want to earn a quarter."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The tattered colored man grinned happily as he shook his head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No, suh, thank yoh all de same, boss—I done got a quarter."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8060338749047019514?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8060338749047019514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8060338749047019514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8060338749047019514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-enough.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY ENOUGH'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1804679972339359262</id><published>2010-01-21T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:42:27.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY ELOPEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some months after the elopement, an old friend met the bridegroom, and asked eagerly for details.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What about her father? Did he catch you?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Just that!" quoth the bridegroom grimly. "Incidentally, I may add that the old boy is living with us still."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1804679972339359262?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1804679972339359262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-elopement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1804679972339359262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1804679972339359262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-elopement.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY ELOPEMENT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1506397778525253040</id><published>2010-01-21T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:41:53.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY ELEPHANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A circus man was scouring the countryside in search of an elephant that had escaped from the menagerie and wandered off. He inquired of an Irishman working in a field to learn if the fellow had seen any strange animal thereabouts.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_90" id="Page_90"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Begorra, Oi hev thot!" was the vigorous answer. "There was an inju-rubber bull around here, pullin' carrots with its tail."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1506397778525253040?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1506397778525253040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-elephant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1506397778525253040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1506397778525253040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-elephant.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY ELEPHANT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-830109481730635020</id><published>2010-01-20T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:24:58.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EGOTISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The pessimist spoke mournfully to his friend:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It is only to me that such misfortunes happen."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What's the matter now?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The pessimist answered dolefully:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Don't you see that it is raining?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-830109481730635020?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/830109481730635020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-egotism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/830109481730635020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/830109481730635020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-egotism.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EGOTISM'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6137480617481752603</id><published>2010-01-20T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:23:54.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EGGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The farmer decided to give special attention to the development of his poultry yard, and he undertook the work carefully and systematically. His hired man, who had been with him for a number of years, was instructed, among other things, to write on each egg the date laid and the breed of the hen. After a month, the hired man resigned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I can't understand," the farmer declared, surprised and pained, "why you should want to leave."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I'm through," the hired man asserted. "I've done the nastiest jobs, an' never kicked. But I draw the line on bein' secretary to a bunch o' hens."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6137480617481752603?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6137480617481752603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6137480617481752603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6137480617481752603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-eggs.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EGGS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3153579708196404354</id><published>2010-01-20T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:23:08.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An engineer, who was engaged on railroad construction in Central America, explained to one of the natives living alongside the right of way the advantages that would come from realization of the projected line. To illustrate his point, he put the question:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"How long does it take you to carry your produce to market by muleback?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Three days, &lt;i&gt;señor&lt;/i&gt;," was the answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Then," said the engineer, "you can understand the benefit the road will be to you. You will be able to take your produce to market, and to return home on the same day."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Very good, &lt;i&gt;señor&lt;/i&gt;," the native agreed courteously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"But, &lt;i&gt;señor&lt;/i&gt;, what shall we do with the other two days?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3153579708196404354?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3153579708196404354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3153579708196404354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3153579708196404354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2709137933495903636</id><published>2010-01-20T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:22:22.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day The undertaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The undertaker regarded the deceased in the coffin with severe disapproval, for the wig persisted in slipping back and revealing a perfectly bald pate. He addressed the widow in that cheerfully melancholy tone which is characteristic of undertakers during their professional public performance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Have you any glue?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The widow wiped her eyes perfunctorily, and said that she had.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Shall I heat it?" she asked. The undertaker nodded gloomily, and the relic departed on her errand. Presently, she returned with the glue-pot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the undertaker shook his head, and regarded her with the gently sad smile to which undertakers are addicted, as he whispered solemnly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I found a tack."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2709137933495903636?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2709137933495903636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-undertaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2709137933495903636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2709137933495903636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-undertaker.html' title='Joke of the day The undertaker'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2935287684387265437</id><published>2010-01-20T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:20:35.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EFFICIENCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In these days of difficulty in securing domestic servants, mistresses will accept almost any sort of help, but there are limits. A woman interrogated a husky girl in an employment office, who was a recent importation from Lapland. The dialogue was as follows:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Can you do fancy cooking?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Naw."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Can you do plain cooking?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Naw."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Can you sew?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Naw."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Can you do general housework?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Naw."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Make the beds, wash the dishes?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Naw."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well," cried the woman in puzzled exasperation, "what can you do?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I milk reindeer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2935287684387265437?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2935287684387265437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-efficiency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2935287684387265437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2935287684387265437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-efficiency.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EFFICIENCY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-624863751621600611</id><published>2010-01-19T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:07:00.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day Wife-Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wife:—"Women are not extravagant. A woman can dress smartly on a sum that would keep a man looking shabby."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Husband:—"That's right. What you dress on keeps me looking shabby."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-624863751621600611?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/624863751621600611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-wife-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/624863751621600611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/624863751621600611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-wife-husband.html' title='Joke of the Day Wife-Husband'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4539824325685476931</id><published>2010-01-19T07:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:05:39.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY ECONOMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One Japanese bragged to another that he made a fan last twenty years by opening only a fourth section, and using this for five years, then the next section, and so on.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_87" id="Page_87"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other Japanese registered scorn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Wasteful!" he ejaculated. "I was better taught. I make a fan last a lifetime. I open it wide, and hold it under my nose quite motionless. Then I wave my head."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4539824325685476931?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4539824325685476931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-economy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4539824325685476931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4539824325685476931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-economy.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY ECONOMY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3120921622551743343</id><published>2010-01-19T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:04:40.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY EASY LIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Southerner in the North, while somewhat mellow, discoursed eloquently of conditions in his home state. He concluded in a burst of feeling:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"In that smiling land, suh, no gentleman is compelled to soil his hands with vulgar work. The preparing of the soil for the crops is done by our niggers, suh, and the sowing of the crops, and the reaping of the crops—all done by the niggers.... And the selling is done by the sheriff."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3120921622551743343?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3120921622551743343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-easy-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3120921622551743343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3120921622551743343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-easy-living.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY EASY LIVING'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4532951562554543230</id><published>2010-01-19T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:03:59.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>SHORT JOKE OF THE DAY DUTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The traveler was indignant at the slow speed of the train. He appealed to the conductor:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Can't you go any faster than this?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Yes," was the serene reply, "but I have to stay aboard."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4532951562554543230?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4532951562554543230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-joke-of-day-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4532951562554543230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4532951562554543230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-joke-of-day-duty.html' title='SHORT JOKE OF THE DAY DUTY'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7203902638296231061</id><published>2010-01-19T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:03:12.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE THE DRUGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The police physician was called to examine an unconscious prisoner, who had been arrested and brought to the station-house for drunkenness. After a short examination, the physician addressed the policeman who had made the arrest.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;"This fellow is not suffering from the effects of alcohol. He has been drugged."&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_86" id="Page_86"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The policeman was greatly disturbed, and spoke falteringly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I'm thinkin', ye're right, sor. I drugged him all the way to the station."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7203902638296231061?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7203902638296231061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-the-drugged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7203902638296231061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7203902638296231061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-the-drugged.html' title='JOKE OF THE THE DRUGGED'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2260668903576078143</id><published>2010-01-18T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:27:28.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - The Irish gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Irish gentleman encountered the lady who had been ill, and made gallant inquiries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I almost died," she explained. "I had ptomaine-poisoning."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"And is it so?" the Irishman gushed. And he added in a burst of confidence: "What with that, ma'am, and delirium tremens, a body these days don't know what he dare eat or drink."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2260668903576078143?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2260668903576078143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-irish-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2260668903576078143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2260668903576078143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-irish-gentleman.html' title='Joke of the Day - The Irish gentleman'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1209879524486297984</id><published>2010-01-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:26:46.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - Kentucky colonel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When the Kentucky colonel was in the North, some one asked him if the Kentuckians were in fact very bibulous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No, suh," the colonel declared. "I don't reckon they're mo' than a dozen Bibles in the whole state."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1209879524486297984?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1209879524486297984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-kentucky-colonel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1209879524486297984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1209879524486297984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-kentucky-colonel.html' title='Joke of the Day - Kentucky colonel'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5295881959013068237</id><published>2010-01-18T09:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:25:46.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - In the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the days before prohibition, a bibulous person issued from a saloon in a state of melancholy intoxication, and outside the door he encountered a teetotaler friend.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The friend exclaimed mournfully:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Oh, John, I am so sorry to see you come out of such a place as that!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bibulous one wept sympathetically.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Then," he declared huskily, "I'll go right back!" And he did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5295881959013068237?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5295881959013068237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-in-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5295881959013068237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5295881959013068237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-in-days.html' title='Joke of the Day - In the days...'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3797327248381500977</id><published>2010-01-18T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:24:51.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - Mrs. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mrs. Smith addressed her neighbor, whose husband was notoriously brutal, and she spoke with a purr that was catty:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"You know, my dear, my husband is so indulgent!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the other woman retorted, quite as purringly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Oh, everybody knows that. What a pity he sometimes indulges too much!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3797327248381500977?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3797327248381500977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-mrs-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3797327248381500977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3797327248381500977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-mrs-smith.html' title='Joke of the Day - Mrs. Smith'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-9189293863616920566</id><published>2010-01-17T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:18:04.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day- The old farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The old farmer was driving home from town, after having imbibed rather freely. In descending a hill, the horse stumbled and fell, and either could not, or would not, get to its feet again. At last, the farmer spoke savagely:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Dang yer hide, git up thar—or I'll drive smack over ye!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-9189293863616920566?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/9189293863616920566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-old-farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9189293863616920566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9189293863616920566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-old-farmer.html' title='Joke of the Day- The old farmer'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2613333884675371054</id><published>2010-01-17T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:17:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - The owner of a.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The owner of a hunting lodge in Scotland presented his gamekeeper with a fur cap, of the sort having ear flaps. When at the lodge the following year, the gentleman asked the gamekeeper how he liked the cap. The old man shook his head dolefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I've nae worn it since the accident."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What accident was that?" his employer demanded. "I've heard of none."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"A mon offered me a dram, and I heard naething of it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2613333884675371054?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2613333884675371054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-owner-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2613333884675371054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2613333884675371054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-owner-of.html' title='Joke of the Day - The owner of a.......'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-975368171571018966</id><published>2010-01-16T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:42:50.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - A mouse chanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A mouse chanced on a pool of whiskey that was the result of a raid by prohibition-enforcement agents. The mouse had had no previous acquaintance with liquor, but now, being thirsty, it took a sip of the strange fluid, and then retired into its hole to think. After some thought, it returned to the pool, and took a second sip of the whiskey. It then withdrew again to its hole, and thought. Presently, it issued and drew near the pool for the third time. Now, it took a big drink. Nor did it retreat to its hole. Instead, it climbed on a soap box, stood on its hind legs, bristled its whiskers, and squeaked:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Now, bring on your cat!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-975368171571018966?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/975368171571018966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-mouse-chanced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/975368171571018966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/975368171571018966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-mouse-chanced.html' title='Joke of the Day - A mouse chanced'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7274993211219548058</id><published>2010-01-16T08:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:42:06.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - A farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A farmer, who indulged in sprees, was observed in his Sunday clothes throwing five bushels of corn on the ear into the pen where he kept half a dozen hogs, and he was heard to mutter:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Thar, blast ye! if ye're prudent, that orter last ye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7274993211219548058?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7274993211219548058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7274993211219548058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7274993211219548058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-farmer.html' title='Joke of the Day - A farmer'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-9018868035824945028</id><published>2010-01-16T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:41:34.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - The old toper.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The old toper was asked if he had ever met a certain gentleman, also notorious for his bibulous habits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Know him!" was the reply. "I should say I do! Why, I got him so drunk one night it took three hotel porters to put me to bed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-9018868035824945028?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/9018868035824945028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-old-toper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9018868035824945028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/9018868035824945028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-old-toper.html' title='Joke of the Day - The old toper.......'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4947150108015986416</id><published>2010-01-16T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:40:57.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - Two Southern gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two Southern gentlemen, who were of very convivial habits, chanced to meet on the street at nine o'clock in the morning after an evening's revel together. The major addressed the colonel with decorous solemnity:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Colonel, how do you feel, suh?"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The colonel left nothing doubtful in the nature of his reply:&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Major," he declared tartly, "I feel like thunder, suh, as any Southern gentleman should, suh, at this hour of the morning!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4947150108015986416?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4947150108015986416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-two-southern-gentlemen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4947150108015986416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4947150108015986416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-two-southern-gentlemen.html' title='Joke of the Day - Two Southern gentlemen'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5211107556443232033</id><published>2010-01-15T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:59:27.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Joke of the Day - The proprietor......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The proprietor of the general store at the cross-roads had his place overrun by rats, and the damage was such that he offered a hundred dollars reward to anyone who would rid him of the pests. A disreputable-appearing person turned up one morning, and announced that he was a professional rat-killer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Get to work," the store-keeper urged.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I must have a pound of cheese," the killer declared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When this had been provided:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Now give me a quart of whiskey."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Equipped with the whiskey, the professional spoke briskly:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Now show me the cellar."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An hour elapsed, and then the rat-catcher galloped up the cellar stairs and leaped into the store. His face was red, the eyes glaring, and he shook his fists in defiance of the world at large, as he jumped high in air and shouted:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Whoopee! I'm ready! bring on your rats!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5211107556443232033?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5211107556443232033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-proprietor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5211107556443232033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5211107556443232033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-proprietor.html' title='Funny Joke of the Day - The proprietor......'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5801910635932343229</id><published>2010-01-15T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:58:43.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day - The highly inebriated......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The highly inebriated individual halted before a solitary tree, and regarded it as intently as he could, with the result that he saw two trees. His attempt to pass between these resulted in a near-concussion of the brain. He reeled back, but presently sighted carefully, and tried again, with the like result. When this had happened a half-dozen times, the unhappy man lifted up his voice and wept.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_82" id="Page_82"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Lost—Lost!" he sobbed. "Hopelessly lost in an impenetrable forest!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5801910635932343229?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5801910635932343229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-highly-inebriated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5801910635932343229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5801910635932343229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-highly-inebriated.html' title='Joke of the Day - The highly inebriated......'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2592211585617636942</id><published>2010-01-14T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:42:59.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY - The very convivial.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The very convivial gentleman left his club happy, but somewhat dazed. On his homeward journey, made tackingly, he ran against the vertical iron rods that formed a circle of protection for the trunk of a tree growing by the curb. He made a tour around the barrier four times, carefully holding to one rod until he had a firm grasp on the next. Then, at last, he halted and leaned despairingly against the rock to which he held, and called aloud for succor:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Hellup! hellup! Somebody let me out!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2592211585617636942?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2592211585617636942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-very-convivial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2592211585617636942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2592211585617636942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-very-convivial.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY - The very convivial.......'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5392049269527166682</id><published>2010-01-14T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:42:14.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY DRINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was nine o'clock in the morning, but this particular passenger on the platform of the trolley car still wore a much crumpled evening suit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As the car swung swiftly around a curve this riotous liver was jolted off, and fell heavily on the cobble stones.&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_81" id="Page_81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The car stopped, and the conductor, running back, helped the unfortunate man to scramble to his feet. The bibulous passenger was severely shaken, but very dignified.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Collision?" he demanded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No," the conductor answered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Off the track?" was the second inquiry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"No," said the conductor again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well!" was the indignant rejoinder. "If I'd known that, I wouldn't have got off."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-5392049269527166682?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5392049269527166682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5392049269527166682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5392049269527166682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-drink.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY DRINK'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-3040565454822241556</id><published>2010-01-13T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:14:52.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY - DRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The son of the house had been reading of an escaped lunatic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"How do they catch lunatics?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The father, who had just paid a number of bills, waxed sarcastic:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"With enormous straw hats, with little bits of ones, with silks and laces and feathers and jewelry, and so on and so on."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I recall now," the mother spoke up, "I used to wear things of that sort until I married you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-3040565454822241556?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/3040565454822241556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3040565454822241556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/3040565454822241556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-dress.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY - DRESS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-1616876800842063790</id><published>2010-01-13T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:14:22.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY - Oh, have you heard.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Oh, have you heard? Mrs. Blaunt died to-day while trying on a new dress."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"How sad! What was it trimmed with?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-1616876800842063790?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/1616876800842063790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-oh-have-you-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1616876800842063790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/1616876800842063790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-oh-have-you-heard.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY - Oh, have you heard.....'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-4508010136817067170</id><published>2010-01-13T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:13:48.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The group of dwellers at the seaside was discussing the subject of dreams and their significance. During a&lt;span class="pagenum"&gt;&lt;a name="Page_80" id="Page_80"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pause, one of the party turned to a little girl who had sat listening intently, and asked:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Do you believe that dreams come true?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Of course, they do," the child replied firmly. "Last night I dreamed that I went paddling—and I had!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-4508010136817067170?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/4508010136817067170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4508010136817067170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/4508010136817067170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-dreams.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY DREAMS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7744554807210263278</id><published>2010-01-12T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:50:19.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The new play was a failure. After the first act, many left the theatre; at the end of the second, most of the others started out. A cynical critic as he rose from his aisle seat raised a restraining hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Wait!" he commanded loudly. "Women and children first!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7744554807210263278?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7744554807210263278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7744554807210263278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7744554807210263278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-drama.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY DRAMA'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-2398330586532044421</id><published>2010-01-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:49:43.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOUBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ability to look on two sides of a question is usually a virtue, but it may degenerate into a vice. Thus, a visitor found his bachelor friend glumly studying an evening waistcoat. When inquiry was made, this explanation was forthcoming:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It's quite too soiled to wear, but really, it's not dirty enough to go to the laundry. I can't make up my mind just what I should do about it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-2398330586532044421?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/2398330586532044421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2398330586532044421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/2398330586532044421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-doubt.html' title='FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOUBT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6410400860215741909</id><published>2010-01-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:48:52.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY DOUBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Small Jimmie discussed with his chief crony the minister's sermon which had dealt with the sheep and the goats.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Me," he concluded, "I don't know which I am. Mother calls me her lamb, and father calls me kid."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6410400860215741909?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6410400860215741909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6410400860215741909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6410400860215741909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-doubt.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY DOUBT'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-6634822091821866754</id><published>2010-01-11T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:15:43.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOMESTIC QUARRELS</title><content type='html'>The good wife, after she and her husband had retired for the night, discoursed for a long time with much eloquence. When she was interrupted by a snore from her spouse, she thumped the sleeper into wakefulness, and then remarked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John, do you know what I think of a man who will go to sleep while his own wife is a-talkin' to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, now, I believe as how I do, Martha," was the drowsily uttered response. "But don't let that stop you. Go right ahead, an' git it off your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Great collection of &lt;strong&gt;joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-6634822091821866754?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/6634822091821866754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-domestic-quarrels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6634822091821866754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/6634822091821866754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-domestic-quarrels.html' title='FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOMESTIC QUARRELS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-647158304250212348</id><published>2010-01-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:14:24.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>DOMESTIC QUARRELS JOKES</title><content type='html'>The newly married pair quarreled seriously, so that the wife in a passion finally declared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going home to my mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband maintained his calm in the face of this calamity, and drew out his pocketbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here," he said, counting out some bills, "is the money for your railroad fare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife took it, and counted it in her turn. Then she faced her husband scornfully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that isn't enough for a return ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Great collection of &lt;strong&gt;joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-647158304250212348?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/647158304250212348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/domestic-quarrels-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/647158304250212348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/647158304250212348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/domestic-quarrels-jokes.html' title='DOMESTIC QUARRELS JOKES'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-7347964806475373984</id><published>2010-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:13:01.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY DOMESTIC QUARRELS</title><content type='html'>After a trip abroad, a lady inquired of her colored washerwoman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucy, do you and your husband quarrel now the same as you used to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, indeed, ma'am," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is good. I'm sure you're very glad of it, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah sho'ly is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What caused you to stop quarreling, Lucy?" the lady asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explanation was simple and sufficient:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;Great collection of &lt;strong&gt;joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-7347964806475373984?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/7347964806475373984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-domestic-quarrels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7347964806475373984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/7347964806475373984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-domestic-quarrels.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY DOMESTIC QUARRELS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-5132945341031383912</id><published>2010-01-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:12:18.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOGS</title><content type='html'>Some persons are born to have honor thrust upon them, and such is obviously the case of the actor named in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colored maid of an actress took out for exercise her mistress's dog, a splendid St. Bernard. A passer-by admired the animal, and inquired as to the breed. The maid said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I doan jes' zactly know mahself, but I dun hear my missis say he am a full-blood Sam Bernard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Great Collection of &lt;strong&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;/strong&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/7416164024922704657-5132945341031383912?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/5132945341031383912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5132945341031383912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/5132945341031383912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-joke-of-day-dogs.html' title='FUNNY JOKE OF THE DAY DOGS'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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-7416164024922704657.post-8700824208169526819</id><published>2010-01-10T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:09:07.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the Day'/><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY - The meditative Hollander.....</title><content type='html'>The meditative Hollander delivered a monologue to his dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You vas only a dog, but I vish I vas you. Ven you go your bed in, you shust turn round dree times and lie down; ven I go de bed in, I haf to lock up the blace, and vind up de clock, and put out de cat, and undress myself, and my vife vakes up and scolds, and den de baby vakes and cries and I haf to valk him de house around, and den maybe I get myself to bed in time to get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ven you get up you shust stretch yourself, dig your neck a little, and you vas up. I haf to light de fire, put on de kiddle, scrap some vit my vife, and get myself breakfast. You be lays round all day and haf blenty of fun. I haf to vork all day and have blenty of drubble. Ven you die, you vas dead; ven I die, I haf to go somewhere again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416164024922704657-8700824208169526819?l=jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/feeds/8700824208169526819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-meditative-hollander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8700824208169526819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416164024922704657/posts/default/8700824208169526819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-of-theday.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-of-day-meditative-hollander.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY - The meditative Hollander.....'/><author><name>Joke of the Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06137352093614597424</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>
