<?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-9545247</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:24.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110321901319783881</id><published>2004-12-16T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:43:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The couple was delighted when their long wait to adopt a baby came to an end. The adoption center called and told them that there was a wonderful Russian baby boy available. The couple accepted him without hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home from the adoption center, they stopped by the local college so they each could enroll in night courses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they filled out the forms, the registration clerk inquired, "What ever possessed you to study Russian?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple said proudly, "We just adopted a Russian baby. In a year or so, when he begins to talk, we want to be able to understand him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110321901319783881?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110321901319783881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110321901319783881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/couple-was-delighted-when-their-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110313770536851816</id><published>2004-12-15T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:08:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 3:00 a.m. the young wife shook her husband awake, telling him to check the baby. &lt;br /&gt;He sat up for a full minute listening, then protested, "But I don't hear her crying." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know." she replied, "It's your turn to go see why not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110313770536851816?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110313770536851816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110313770536851816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-300.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110303520378543879</id><published>2004-12-14T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T09:40:03.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: What three years are most difficult for a frat man?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110303520378543879?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110303520378543879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110303520378543879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-what-three-years-are-most-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110294308088086586</id><published>2004-12-13T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:04:40.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A 6th grade teacher posed the following problem to one of her arithmetic classes: &lt;br /&gt;"A wealthy man dies and leaves ten million dollars. One-fifth is to go to his wife, one-fifth is to go to his son, one-sixth to his butler, and the rest to charity. Now, what does each get?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long silence in the classroom, one little boy raised his hand and with complete sincerity in his voice, answered, "A lawyer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110294308088086586?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110294308088086586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110294308088086586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/6th-grade-teacher-posed-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110286323887799422</id><published>2004-12-12T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:53:58.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110286323887799422?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110286323887799422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110286323887799422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-my-body-has-gotten-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110277617813995025</id><published>2004-12-11T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:42:58.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You Might Be A Hillbilly if... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a flyswatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Salvation Army declined your mattress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have the local taxidermist on speed dial. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110277617813995025?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110277617813995025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110277617813995025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-might-be-hillbilly-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110270677537627195</id><published>2004-12-10T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:26:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When little Logan received his plate, he started eating right away. &lt;br /&gt;"Logan, wait until we say our prayer," his mother reminded him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to," the little boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you do," his mother insisted, "we say a prayer before eating at our house." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's at our house," Logan explained, "but this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110270677537627195?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110270677537627195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110270677537627195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/everyone-was-seated-around-table-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110264908732425134</id><published>2004-12-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:35:21.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A blonde is terribly overweight, so her doctor put her on a diet. "I want you to eat regularly for 2 days, then skip a day, and repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. The next time I see you, you'll have lost at least 5 pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blonde returned, she shocked the doctor by losing nearly 20 pounds. "Why, that's amazing!" the doctor said, "Did you follow my instructions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde nodded... "I'll tell you though, I thought I was going to drop dead that 3rd day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From hunger, you mean?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the blonde said "No, from all that skipping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110264908732425134?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110264908732425134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110264908732425134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/blonde-is-terribly-overweight-so-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</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></entry></feed>
