﻿<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>Say Yes To Michigan! / General Discussions / General Interests Forums  / Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE / Latest Posts</title><generator /><description>Say Yes To Michigan!</description><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/</link><webMaster>Patrick@SayYesToMichigan.org</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 13:19:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><ttl>20</ttl><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;A woman brought a very limp duck to a &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1222170525_0&gt;veterinary surgeon&lt;/SPAN&gt;. As she lay her pet on the table, the doctor pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the doctor shook his head sadly and said, "I'm so sorry, your duck, Cuddles has passed away."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The distressed owner wailed, "Are you sure?"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"The duck is dead", he replied.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"How can you be so certain," she protested. "I mean, you haven't done any  testing on him.  He might just be in a coma or something."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The doctor rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room, and returned a few moments later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked at the doctor with sad eyes and shook his head.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The doctor patted the dog on its head and took it out, and returned with a cat. The cat jumped up on the table and also delicately sniffed&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;at the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on it's haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down off the table and strolled out of the room.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The doctor looked at the woman and said: "I'm sorry, but this is definitely--certifiably-- a dead duck""&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Then the doctor then turned to his computer and generated a bill, which he handed to the woman.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150.00" she cried, "$150.00 just to tell me my duck is dead !"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=5 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The doctor shrugged. "I'm sorry, but if you'd taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20.00. But with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150.00.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=black size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; :P&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 04:59:47 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Michigan-Gramma ~</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Very Good! :D</description><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:45:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What's in a name?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; The famous Olympic skier &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1220474211_34 style="CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Picabo Street&lt;/SPAN&gt; (pronounced Pee-Ka-Boo) is not &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; just an athlete...she is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;now a nurse currently working at an&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1220474211_35 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Intensive Care Unit&lt;/SPAN&gt; of a large &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1220474211_36&gt;metropolitan hospital&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; She is not permitted to answer the hospital telephones any longer.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; It caused too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; Picabo, I.C.U.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; A good clean joke is hard to find these days -- pass it on!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; (Admit it ..... you're smiling).  :D&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:08:41 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Michigan-Gramma ~</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"&gt;Two elderly persons?were out driving in a large car - both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. Th e stoplight was red, but they just went on through The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself 'I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light.' After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through.. So, she turned to the other woman and said, 'Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!'?&lt;BR&gt;Mildred turned to her and said, 'Oh, crap, am I driving ?&lt;/SPAN&gt;  </description><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 08:27:50 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Ok It made me laugh!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"&gt;A little old lady was running up and down the halls in a nursing home. As she walked, she would flip up the hem of her nightgown and say 'Supersex.' She walked up to an elderly man in a wheelchair. Flipping her gown at him, she said, 'Supersex..'?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"&gt;He sat silently for a moment or two and finally answered, 'I'll take the soup.'?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 08:02:13 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old &lt;BR&gt;next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come &lt;BR&gt;over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong? He &lt;BR&gt;replied, "It was an ID ten T error." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, "An, ID ten T &lt;BR&gt;error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Eric grinned... "Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"No," I replied.  "Write it down," he said, "and I think you'll figure it &lt;BR&gt;out." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I used to like Eric... &lt;/FONT&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 15:59:10 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;FONT color=#0000ff size=4&gt;FOR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;R&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff9900"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff9966"&gt;S&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ffcc99"&gt;T&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #003300"&gt; G&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #006600"&gt;U&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #009900"&gt;M&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #33cc00"&gt;P&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #003300"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #003333"&gt;G&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #336666"&gt;O&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #339999"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #00cccc"&gt;S&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #003300"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;T&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #3333ff"&gt;O&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #003300"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #663333"&gt;H&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #996633"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #cc6600"&gt;A&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ffcc33"&gt;V&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ffcc66"&gt;E&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ffff66"&gt;N&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ffcc66"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; PADDING-LEFT: 6pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1pt solid; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; PADDING-LEFT: 6pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1pt solid; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;The day finally arrived. &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1211242002_21 style="CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/SPAN&gt; dies and goes toHeaven. He is at  The Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed,&lt;BR&gt; And Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.&lt;BR&gt; St. Peter said, 'Well, Forrest, It is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you.&lt;BR&gt;I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast,&lt;BR&gt;And we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.'&lt;BR&gt;Forrest responds, 'It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir.&lt;BR&gt;But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam.&lt;BR&gt;I sure hope that the test ain't too hard.&lt;BR&gt;Life was a big enough test as it was.'&lt;BR&gt;St. Peter continued, 'Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;First:   What two days of the week begin with the letter T?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;Second: How many seconds are there in a year?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Third:   What is God's first name?' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;Forrest leaves to think the questions over.&lt;BR&gt;He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says,&lt;BR&gt;'Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers'&lt;BR&gt;Forrest replied, 'Well, the first one -- &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;which two days in the week begins with the letter 'T'?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow.'&lt;BR&gt;The Saint's eyes opened wide and He exclaimed, 'Forrest, that is not what I was thinking,&lt;BR&gt;But you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify,&lt;BR&gt;So I will give you credit for that answer.&lt;BR&gt;How about the next one?' asked St. Peter. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;'How many seconds in a year?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;Now that one is harder,' replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.'&lt;BR&gt;Astounded, St. Peter said, 'Twelve?&lt;BR&gt;Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?'&lt;BR&gt;Forrest replied, 'Shucks, there's got to be twelve:&lt;BR&gt;January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd... '&lt;BR&gt;'Hold it,' interrupts St. Peter. 'I see where you are going with this,&lt;BR&gt;And I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind....&lt;BR&gt;But I will have to give you credit for that one, too.&lt;BR&gt;Let us go on with the third and final question.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #ff6600"&gt;Can you tell me God's first name'?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099"&gt;'Sure,' Forrest replied, 'it's Andy.'&lt;BR&gt;'Andy?' exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.&lt;BR&gt;'Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions,&lt;BR&gt;But just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?'&lt;BR&gt;'Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,' Forrest replied. 'I learnt it from the song,&lt;BR&gt;'ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.'&lt;BR&gt;St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said:       'Run Forrest, run.'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #3366ff"&gt;Give me a sense of humor, Lord.&lt;BR&gt;Give me the ability to understand clean jokes,  To get some humor out of life,&lt;BR&gt;            And to pass it on to other folks.&lt;BR&gt;                            Amen&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 15:14:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;What Happen to Good &lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;People&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.fropki.com/mixed-jokes-vf76.html" target=_blank rel=nofollow&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;Mother Teresa died and went to heaven. God greeted her at the Pearly Gates.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;"Be thou hungry, Mother Teresa?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;"asked God.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;"I could eat," Mother Teresa replied.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;So God opened a can of tuna and reached for a chunk of rye bread and they began to share it. While eating this humble meal, Mother Teresa looked down into Hell and saw the inhabitants devouring huge steaks, lobsters, pheasants, and pastries. Curious, but deeply trusting, she remained quiet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;The next day God again invited her to join him for a meal. Again, it was tuna and rye bread. Once again, Mother Teresa could see the denizens of Hell enjoying lamb, turkey, venison, and delicious desserts. Still she said nothing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;The following day, mealtime arrived and another can of tuna was opened. She couldn't contain herself any longer. Meekly, she asked, "God, I am grateful to be in heaven with you as a reward for the pious, obedient life I led. But here in heaven all I get to eat is tuna and a piece of rye bread and in the Other Place they eat like emperors and kings! I just don't understand it..."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;God sighed. "Let's be honest Teresa," He said, ". . . for just two people, it doesn't pay to cook."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#000080 size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/A&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 09:40:01 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a &lt;BR&gt;river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the &lt;BR&gt;Lord appeared and asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;She replied her thimble had fallen into the water and that she &lt;BR&gt;needed it to help her husband in making a living for their &lt;BR&gt;family. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden &lt;BR&gt;thimble set with pearls. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The seamstress replied, "No." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver &lt;BR&gt;thimble ringed with sapphires. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord &lt;BR&gt;asked. Again, the seamstress replied, "No." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble. &lt;BR&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The seamstress replied, "Yes." The Lord was pleased with the &lt;BR&gt;woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the &lt;BR&gt;seamstress went home happy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband &lt;BR&gt;along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and &lt;BR&gt;disappeared under the water. When she cried out, the Lord again &lt;BR&gt;appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;"Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!" The Lord went &lt;BR&gt;down into the water and came up with George Clooney. "Is this &lt;BR&gt;your husband?" the Lord asked. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;"Yes," cried the seamstress. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The Lord was upset. "You lied! That is not the truth." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord It is a &lt;BR&gt;misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to George Clooney, &lt;BR&gt;you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said 'no' to &lt;BR&gt;him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said &lt;BR&gt;'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in the &lt;BR&gt;best of health and would not be able to take care of all three &lt;BR&gt;husbands, so THAT'S why I said 'yes' to George Clooney." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000000 size=2&gt;So the Lord let her keep him. The moral of this story is: &lt;BR&gt;Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, &lt;BR&gt;and in the best interest of others.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 11:38:44 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>JESS</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Saint Peter and the Detroiters&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Saint Peter was manning the Pearly Gates when forty people From Detroit&lt;BR&gt;showed up. Never having seen anyone from the Detroit at heaven's Door,&lt;BR&gt;Saint Peter said he would have to check with God.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After hearing the news, God instructed him to admit the Ten most virtuous&lt;BR&gt;people from the group.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A few minutes later, Saint Peter returned to God breathless and said,&lt;BR&gt;"They're gone!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"What? All of the Detroiters are gone?" asked God.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"No!" replied Saint Peter. "The Pearly Gates!"</description><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 11:33:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>JESS</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>I LOVE MY JOB . . . . . This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next &lt;BR&gt; time you have a bad day at work think of this guy. Rob is a&lt;BR&gt; commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1208643927_0 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/SPAN&gt; He performs &lt;BR&gt; underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent&lt;BR&gt; to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne, &lt;BR&gt; &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1208643927_1 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Indiana&lt;/SPAN&gt; , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.&lt;BR&gt; Needless to say, she won.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Hi Sue, Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a &lt;BR&gt; bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I &lt;BR&gt; thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad &lt;BR&gt; after all .&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few &lt;BR&gt; technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. &lt;BR&gt; I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is &lt;BR&gt; quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered &lt;BR&gt; industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of &lt;BR&gt; the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the &lt;BR&gt; diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds &lt;BR&gt; like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I &lt;BR&gt; do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it &lt;BR&gt; down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's &lt;BR&gt; like working in a Jacuzzi.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of &lt;BR&gt; course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.&lt;BR&gt; Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my &lt;BR&gt; back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The ot &lt;BR&gt; water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I &lt;BR&gt; don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it . However,  the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought as &lt;BR&gt; an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I &lt;BR&gt; informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His &lt;BR&gt; instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, &lt;BR&gt; were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was &lt;BR&gt; instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling &lt;BR&gt; thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry &lt;BR&gt; decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass &lt;BR&gt; helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running &lt;BR&gt; down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as &lt;BR&gt; soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop &lt;BR&gt; for two days because my butt was swollen shut.&lt;BR&gt; Love U, Bo&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it &lt;BR&gt; would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, 'I &lt;BR&gt; love my job, I love my job, I love my job.' Whenever you have a bad day, ask &lt;BR&gt; yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day? May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad &lt;BR&gt; day!!!!!</description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 15:27:49 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Giggles yeah but at least then someone leaves with a SMILE... </description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 15:09:49 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Really, no kidding. They will just spend the money on Golf, and as we have seen with certain people in New York "Other things...." better not mentioned.</description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 09:43:08 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Yoda</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" color=#111199 size=6&gt;Late one night a mugger wearing a ski mask jumped into a path of a well-dressed man and stuck a gun in his ribs "give me your money," he demanded. Indignant, the affluent man replied, "you can't do this – I am a United States congressman!" "In that case," replied the mugger, "give me MY money."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:04:32 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;SPAN&gt;This happened on a flight getting ready to depart for Detroit.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jack was sitting on the plane when a guy took the seat beside him. The guy was an emotional wreck, pale, hands shaking, moaning in fear.  "What's the matter?" Jack asked. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I've been transferred to Detroit, there's crazy people there.  &lt;BR&gt;They've got lots of shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, poor &lt;BR&gt;public schools, and the highest crime rate."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jack replied, "I've lived in Detroit all my life.  It's not as bad as the media says.  Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a nice private school. It's as safe a place as anywhere in the world." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The guy relaxed and stopped shaking and said, "Oh, thank you.  I've been worried to death. But if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it.  What do you do for a living?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Me?" said Jack.  "I'm a tail gunner on a Budweiser truck."  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 07:47:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>WHERE DO RED-HEADED BABIES COME FROM????? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the Obstetrician.&lt;BR&gt;"Doctor," the man said, "I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset&lt;BR&gt;because my daughter has red hair. She can't possibly be mine!!" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Nonsense," the doctor said". &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors&lt;BR&gt;may have contributed red hair to the gene pool." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"It isn't possible," the man insisted."?? ??? ?"This can't be, our families&lt;BR&gt;on both sides had jet-black hair for generations. " &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this. How often do you have sex??? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The man seemed a bit ashamed . "I've been working very hard for the past&lt;BR&gt;year. We only made love once or twice every few months." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well, there you have it!" The doctor said confidently. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"It's rust." &lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 08:42:32 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>And Jess that Little old lady Joke was GREAT&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Four Worms and a lesson&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A minister decided that a visual demonstration would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon. Four worms were placed into four separate jars.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The first worm was put into a container of alcohol.&lt;BR&gt;The second worm was put into a container of cigarette smoke.&lt;BR&gt;The third worm was put into a container of chocolate syrup.&lt;BR&gt;The fourth worm was put into a container of good clean soil.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At the conclusion of the sermon, the Minister reported the following results: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The first worm in alcohol - Dead &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The second worm in cigarette smoke - Dead&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Third worm in chocolate syrup - Dead&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fourth worm in good clean soil - Alive.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So the Minister asked the congregation - What can you learn from this demonstration?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Maxine was sitting in the back, she quickly raised her hand and said,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"As long as you drink, smoke and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That pretty much ended the service</description><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:30:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mijeff57</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>[quote][b]JESS (3/16/2008)[/b][hr]&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#002041&gt;How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F  word? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#002041&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;[/quote]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That sound about right. :P</description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 16:22:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#002041 size=5&gt;How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F  word? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#002041 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #002041; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 15:30:30 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>JESS</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I dialed a number! and got the following recording:&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  "I am not available right now, but&lt;BR&gt;  Thank you for caring enough to call. &lt;BR&gt;  I am making some changes in my life. &lt;BR&gt;  Please leave a message after the &lt;BR&gt;  Beep. If I do not return your call, &lt;BR&gt;  You are one of the changes." :hehe:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 13:45:56 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>JESS</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>The Spoon&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For all of you who deal with restaurants and understand the need for the service to be faster, this story is a timeless lesson on how consultants can make a difference to an organization.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Last week, we took some friends out to a new restaurant and noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When another waiter brought our water, I noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then I looked around and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the waiter came back to serve our soup I asked, 'Why the spoon?'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Well', he explained, 'the restaurant's owners hired Andersen Consulting to revamp all our processes. After several months of analysis,they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. If our personnel are better prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift.'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he was able to replace it with his spare. 'I'll get another spoon next time! I go to the kitchen, instead of making an extra trip to get it right now.'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was impressed. I also noticed that there was a string hanging out of the waiter's fly.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Looking around, I noticed that all the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. So before he walked off, I asked the waiter, 'Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that string right there?'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Oh, certainly!' Then he lowered his voice. 'Not everyone is so observant. That consulting firm I mentioned also found out that we can save time in the restroom. By tying this string to the tip of you know what, we can pull it out without touching it and eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the time spent in the restroom by 76.39 percent.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I asked 'After you get it out, how do you put it back?'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Well,' he whispered, 'I don't know about the others, but I use the spoon.'.</description><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 18:36:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Subject: Helpful Blonde&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" color=#000000 size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."   &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. &lt;BR&gt;She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;Again, the trucker lowers the &amp;#119;indow. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;At the third red light, the same thing happens again. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knoc ks on the truck door. The trucker rolls down the &amp;#119;indow. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!" &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=6 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;He knocks on her window, and after she lowers it, he says... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face=Arial color=#000000 size=3 FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#6633ff size=7 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;"Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter in &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1202577162_0 style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Michigan&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I'm driving the SALT TRUCK&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=7 FAMILY="SERIF"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 16:27:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;FONT color=#3333dd&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A man is dining in a fancy restaurant, and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He had been checking her out since he sat down, but lacked the nerve to talk with her. &lt;BR&gt;Suddenly she sneezes and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back. &lt;BR&gt;"Oh my, I am so sorry," the woman says as she pops her eye back in place. "Let me buy you dessert to make it up to you." &lt;BR&gt;They enjoy a wonderful dessert together, and afterwards, the woman invites him to the theater followed by drinks. After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place and stay for breakfast the next morning. &lt;BR&gt;The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed! Everything has been incredible! &lt;BR&gt;"You know," he said, "you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?" &lt;BR&gt;"No," she replies, "you just happened to catch my eye."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 17:30:20 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Hi Jeff,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Welcome to the fourms!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Good joke, and I have to say good recovery no the store opening accross the street. :w00t:</description><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 12:14:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells husbands.&lt;BR&gt;When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions&lt;BR&gt;posted at the entrance: You may visit this store only once! There are 6&lt;BR&gt;floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights.&lt;BR&gt;You may choose any item from a particular floor, or you may choose to go&lt;BR&gt;up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the&lt;BR&gt;building!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first&lt;BR&gt;floor the sign on the door reads: FLOOR 1 - THESE MEN HAVE JOBS. She&lt;BR&gt;goes up to the next floor where the sign reads: FLOOR 2 - THESE MEN HAVE&lt;BR&gt;JOBS AND LOVE KIDS. The sign on the next floor reads: FLOOR 3 - THESE&lt;BR&gt;MEN HAVE JOBS, LOVE KIDS AND ARE EXTREMELY GOOD LOOKING. "Wow" she&lt;BR&gt;thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. FLOOR 4 - THESE MEN HAVE&lt;BR&gt;JOBS, LOVE KIDS, ARE DROP-DEAD GOOD LOOKING AND HELP WITH HOUSEWORK.&lt;BR&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes&lt;BR&gt;up to the next floor and reads: FLOOR 5 - THESE MEN HAVE JOBS, LOVE&lt;BR&gt;KIDS, ARE DROP-DEAD GOOD LOOKING, HELP WITH HOUSEWORK AND HAVE A&lt;BR&gt;ROMANTIC STREAK. She is sooooo tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th&lt;BR&gt;floor and reads the sign: FLOOR 6 - YOU ARE VISITOR 31,456,012 TO THIS&lt;BR&gt;FLOOR. THERE ARE NO MEN ON THIS FLOOR. IT EXISTS SOLELY AS PROOF THAT&lt;BR&gt;WOMEN ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO PLEASE. THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT THE HUSBAND STORE.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opens a New Wives Store&lt;BR&gt;just across the street. The FIRST FLOOR has wives that love sex. The&lt;BR&gt;SECOND FLOOR has wives that love sex and have money. The THIRD though&lt;BR&gt;SIXTH FLOORS have never been visited.</description><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:07:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mijeff57</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Jess, sounds like a great plan. I will get started ASAP to start saving for my future! :D :w00t:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;[quote][b]JESS (2/26/2008)[/b][hr]: Retirement Info&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you had purchased $1,000.00 of &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1204070802_5 style="CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Delta Air Lines&lt;/SPAN&gt; stock one year ago you &lt;BR&gt;would have $49.00 left.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With Enron, you would have had $16.50 left of the original $1,000.00.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With WorldCom, you would have had less than $5.00 left.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But, if you had purchased $1,000.00 worth of beer, one year ago, drank all &lt;BR&gt;of the beer, and then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND, &lt;BR&gt;you would have had $214.00.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink heavily &lt;BR&gt;and recycle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's called a 401-Keg.&lt;BR&gt;[/quote]</description><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:03:50 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Yoda</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>: Retirement Info&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you had purchased $1,000.00 of &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts id=lw_1204070802_5 style="CURSOR: hand; BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed"&gt;Delta Air Lines&lt;/SPAN&gt; stock one year ago you &lt;BR&gt;would have $49.00 left.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With Enron, you would have had $16.50 left of the original $1,000.00.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With WorldCom, you would have had less than $5.00 left.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But, if you had purchased $1,000.00 worth of beer, one year ago, drank all &lt;BR&gt;of the beer, and then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND, &lt;BR&gt;you would have had $214.00.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink heavily &lt;BR&gt;and recycle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's called a 401-Keg.&lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 17:08:26 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>JESS</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>The Golden Screw&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Once upon a time, a young lad was born without a belly button. In its&lt;BR&gt;place was a golden screw. All the doctors told his mother that there was&lt;BR&gt;nothing they could do. Like it or not, he was stuck with it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All the years of growing up was real tough on him, as all who saw the&lt;BR&gt;screw made fun of him. He avoided ever leaving his house and thus, never&lt;BR&gt;made any friends.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day, a mysterious stranger saw his belly and told him of a swami in&lt;BR&gt;Tibet that could get rid of the screw for him. He was thrilled. The next&lt;BR&gt;day he took all of his life's savings and bought a ticket to Nepal.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After several days of climbing up steep cliffs, he came upon a giant&lt;BR&gt;monastery. The swami knew exactly why he had come. He was told to sleep&lt;BR&gt;in the highest tower of the monastery and the following day when he&lt;BR&gt;awoke, the screw would have been removed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The man immediately went to the room and fell asleep. During the night&lt;BR&gt;while he slept, a purple fog floated in an open window, bearing in its&lt;BR&gt;mist, a golden screwdriver. In just moments, the screw-driver removed the&lt;BR&gt;screw and disappeared out the &amp;#119;indow.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The next morning when the boy woke, he saw the golden screw laying on the&lt;BR&gt;pillow next to him. Reaching down, he felt his navel, and there was no&lt;BR&gt;screw there! Jubilant, he leaped out of bed, and his butt fell off.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The moral to this is "don't screw around with things you don't understand&lt;BR&gt;-- you could lose your arse".</description><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 18:11:51 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Subject: Blonde?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;BLONDE LOGIC Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking,&lt;BR&gt;and one blonde says to the other, 'Which do you think is farther away...&lt;BR&gt;Florida or the moon?' The other blonde turns and says 'Helloooooooooo, can&lt;BR&gt;you see Florida ?????' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;CAR TROUBLE &lt;BR&gt;A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died.&lt;BR&gt;After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. She says,&lt;BR&gt;'What's the story?' He replies, 'Just crap in the carburettor' She asks,&lt;BR&gt;'How often do I have to do that?' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;SPEEDING TICKET &lt;BR&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he&lt;BR&gt;could see her license. She replied in a huff, 'I wish you guys would get&lt;BR&gt;your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today&lt;BR&gt;you expect me to show it to you!' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;RIVER WALK &lt;BR&gt;There's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another&lt;BR&gt;blonde on the opposite bank. 'Yoo-hoo!' she shouts, 'How can I get to the&lt;BR&gt;other side?' The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and&lt;BR&gt;shouts back, 'You ARE on the other side.'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE &lt;BR&gt;A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her&lt;BR&gt;body hurt wherever she touched it. 'Impossible! ' says the doctor. 'Show me.'&lt;BR&gt;The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left shoulder and screamed, then&lt;BR&gt;she pushed her elbow and screamed even more. She pushed her knee and&lt;BR&gt;screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she&lt;BR&gt;touched made her scream. The doctor said, 'You're not really a redhead, are&lt;BR&gt;you? 'Well, no' she said, 'I'm actually a blonde.' 'I thought so,' the&lt;BR&gt;doctor said. 'Your finger is broken.' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;KNITTING &lt;BR&gt;A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing&lt;BR&gt;at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was&lt;BR&gt;knitting! Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and&lt;BR&gt;siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and&lt;BR&gt;yelled, 'PULL OVER!' 'NO!' the blonde yelled back, 'IT'S A SCARF!'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;BLONDE ON THE SUN &lt;BR&gt;A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day. The Russian said,&lt;BR&gt;'We were the first in space!' The American said, 'We were the first on t he&lt;BR&gt;moon!' The Blonde said, 'So what? We're going to be the first on the sun!'&lt;BR&gt;The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads.&lt;BR&gt;'You can't land on the sun, you idiot! You'll burn up!' said the Russian.&lt;BR&gt;To which the Blonde replied, 'We're not stupid, you know. We're going at&lt;BR&gt;night!' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;IN A VACUUM &lt;BR&gt;A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled&lt;BR&gt;the dice and she landed on Science &amp;amp; Nature. Her question was, 'If you are&lt;BR&gt;in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?' She thought for&lt;BR&gt;a time and then asked, 'Is it on or off?' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES! A girl was visiting&lt;BR&gt;her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their&lt;BR&gt;names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one&lt;BR&gt;was named Timex.. Her friend said, 'Whoever heard of someone naming dogs&lt;BR&gt;like that?' 'HELLLOOOOOOO. .....,' answered the blond. 'They're watch&lt;BR&gt;dogs!' &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 16:06:50 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Making a baby. This is hilarious! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat". &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"My, that's a lot!", gasped Mrs. Smith. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;" Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Oh, my word!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment? " &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Tripod?" &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mrs. Smith fainted &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:22:01 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>A newlywed couple were dicussing how they were going to adapt to being &lt;BR&gt;a newly married couple, the comprimises they were going to have to &lt;BR&gt;make, all that fun stuff. The man finally stood up and said, Look &lt;BR&gt;woman, this is how it is going to be, I will go to work everyday to &lt;BR&gt;provide for you, You will stay at home, and keep my house spotless, &lt;BR&gt;when I arrive home, you will have a four course elegant meal hot and on &lt;BR&gt;the table waiting on me. After dinner, you will bring me my slippers, &lt;BR&gt;and coffee into the sitting room. I will alert you when I am ready to &lt;BR&gt;have you draw my bath. He then looked at his wife very smuggly, and &lt;BR&gt;says, And can you geuss who will dress me and comb my hair when I'm &lt;BR&gt;through.&lt;BR&gt;The wife looks at him very Confidently, and says " The Funeral &lt;BR&gt;Director" &lt;BR&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 16:21:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Cat in the Hat on AgingJust in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly changethings. The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in1988. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up. Their lifetime has always included AIDS. The CD was introduced the year they were born. They have always had an answering machine. They have always had cable. Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show. Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave. They never took a swim and thought about Jaws. They don't know who Mork was or where he was from. They never heard: 'Where's the Beef?', 'I'd walk a mile for a Camel', or de plane Boss, de plane'. McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers. They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter. Do you feel old yet? (Sorry) Pass this on to the other old fogies on yourlist. Notice the larger type, that's for those of you who have troublereading. Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.</description><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 17:06:09 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>This had most of the state of M ichigan &lt;BR&gt;laughing for 2 days &lt;BR&gt;and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, &lt;BR&gt;in the future, likely think be fore she speaks. &lt;BR&gt;What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! &lt;BR&gt;We had a female news anchor that, &lt;BR&gt;the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, &lt;BR&gt;turned to the weatherman and asked: &lt;BR&gt;"So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?" &lt;BR&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set, &lt;BR&gt;but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now, didn't that feel good? &lt;BR&gt;Pass it on to someone you know who needs a laugh &lt;BR&gt;and remember &lt;BR&gt;we all say things we don't really mean, &lt;BR&gt;so think before you speak</description><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:20:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description> Is a computer male or female? &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish,&lt;BR&gt; unlike&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 1 . No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for&lt;BR&gt; possible later retrieval; and&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; (THIS GETS BETTER!)&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; Masculine ('el computador'), because:&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; they ARE the problem; and&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; 4. As soon as you commit to one, you reali ze that if you had waited&lt;BR&gt; a&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; little longer, you could have gotten a better model.</description><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 16:05:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>hee hee I know I figured it a tad racey but safe enough to not be to adult, lol Oh let me tell ya if this was a differnt type of board I have some others , but those wont be posted here,.. no worries on that...</description><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 15:17:35 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>[quote]His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick&lt;BR&gt;Maneuver',  but I ain't never seed nobody do it!' [/quote]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Lisa,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That was really good. For just second I was worried where that was going to, but I knew it was you so I was waiting for the punch line..... very good!</description><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:23:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Yoda, The cat-bird one was really good! :D:D</description><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:21:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>Subject: Two Hillbillies&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Two hillbillies walk into a bar.  While having a shot of whiskey, they&lt;BR&gt;talk &lt;BR&gt;about their moonshine operation.&lt;BR&gt;Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins&lt;BR&gt;to &lt;BR&gt;cough.&lt;BR&gt;After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress.&lt;BR&gt;  One &lt;BR&gt;of the hillbillies looks at her and says, 'Kin ya swallar?'&lt;BR&gt;The woman shakes her head no.&lt;BR&gt;'Kin ya breathe?'&lt;BR&gt;The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.&lt;BR&gt;The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress,&lt;BR&gt;yanks &lt;BR&gt;down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tongue.  The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the &lt;BR&gt;obstruction flies out of her mouth.&lt;BR&gt;As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the&lt;BR&gt;bar. &lt;BR&gt;His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick&lt;BR&gt;Maneuver', &lt;BR&gt;but I ain't never seed nobody do it!'</description><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 18:50:36 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;THE GOOD NAPKINS    &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ahhhhh....the joys of having children......&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake). One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was a jar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen? Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for 'special occasions' (her second mistake). &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now fast forward a few months....It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table. When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with laughter. Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a 'special occasion' Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. 'But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 18:41:44 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item><item><title>RE: Joke Thread NON ADULT PLEASE</title><link>http://www.sayyestomichigan.org/Topic159-191-1.aspx</link><description>THE CHICKEN BUSINESS &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets', and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Clearly, old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Vote carefully... the bells are not always audible!</description><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 18:14:08 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>mamalisa2006</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>