<?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-3847775258416346004</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:34.871-07:00</updated><category term='Parking'/><category term='Whale'/><category term='Skateboarding'/><category term='Airplane'/><category term='Railroad'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='preacher'/><category term='Millionair'/><category term='Rolls-Royce'/><category term='funeral director'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='Monks'/><category term='Judge'/><category term='Pope'/><category term='Catholic'/><category term='Engineer'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Accountant'/><category term='Watch'/><category term='Train'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Congress'/><category term='Hell'/><category term='Bank'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='Pearly Gates'/><category term='Moods'/><category term='surgeons'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Father'/><category term='women'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='Dictionary'/><category term='Lawyers'/><category term='Clergyman'/><category term='Redneck'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Lawyer'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='St. Pete'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Judges'/><category term='banker'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='St. Peter'/><category term='misc'/><category term='Brunette'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='Phone Company'/><category term='Bill Gates'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='animal'/><category term='Pilot'/><category term='Blonde'/><category term='Priest'/><category term='Mother and Son'/><category term='Red Head'/><category term='cafe'/><category term='ring master'/><category term='president'/><category term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Comedy  and Joke Zone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847775258416346004.post-7038775357007259286</id><published>2008-01-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:24:47.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral director'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ring master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banker'/><title type='text'>Four Marriages</title><content type='html'>An 80 year old lady was being interviewed by the local news station because she had just gotten married - for the fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation."He's a funeral director," she answered."Interesting," the newsman thought. He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she'd first married a banker when she was in her early 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, later on a preacher when in her 60's, and now in her 80's, a funeral director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked her why she had married four men with such diverse careers.  She smiled and explained "I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7038775357007259286?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7038775357007259286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7038775357007259286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7038775357007259286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7038775357007259286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2008/01/four-marriages.html' title='Four Marriages'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1643483102783082997</id><published>2008-01-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:22:58.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgeons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Three Bragging Surgeons</title><content type='html'>Three Texas surgeons were playing golf together and discussing surgeries they had performed.&lt;br /&gt;One of them said, "I'm the best surgeon in Texas. A concert pianist lost 7 fingers in an accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private concert for the Queen of England."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the others said. "That's nothing. A young man lost both arms and legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold medal in field events in the Olympics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs. Several years ago a cowboy who was high on cocaine and alcohol rode a horse head-on into a train traveling 80 miles an hour. All I had left to work with was the horse's ass and a cowboy hat. Now he's president of the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1643483102783082997?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1643483102783082997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1643483102783082997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1643483102783082997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1643483102783082997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-bragging-surgeons.html' title='Three Bragging Surgeons'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9148495217730685254</id><published>2008-01-02T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:16:31.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fast moped...</title><content type='html'>A hip young man goes out and buys the best car on the  market, a brand new Ferrari GTO. It is also the most expensive car in the world,  and it costs him $500,000. He takes it out for a spin and stops at a red  light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man on a Moped, looking about 100 years old, pulls up next  to him. The old man looks over at the sleek, shiny car and asks, "What kind of  car ya' got there sonny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replies, "A Ferrari GTO and it  cost half a million dollars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's a lot of money," says the old  man. "Why does it cost so much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because this car can do up to 320 miles  an hour!" states the young dude proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moped driver asks, "Mind if  I take a look inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," replies the owner. So the old man  pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting back on his Moped,  the old man says, "That's a pretty nice car, all right...but I'll stick with my  Moped!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the light changes, so the guy decides to show the old  man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds, the  speedometer reads 160 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror.  It seems to be getting closer! He slows down to see what it could be and  suddenly, "WHHHOOOOOOSSSSSHHH!" Something whips by him going much faster! "What  on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?" the young man asks himself. He  floors the accelerator and takes the Ferrari up to 250 mph. Then, up ahead of  him, he sees that it's the old man on the Moped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed that the Moped  could pass his Ferrari, he gives it more gas and passes the moped at 275  mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHOOOOOOOSHHHHH!" He's feeling pretty good until he looks in his  mirror and sees the old man gaining on him...... AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded by the  speed of this old guy and his Moped, he floors the gas pedal and takes the  Ferrari all the way up to 320 mph. Not ten seconds later, he sees the Moped  bearing down on him again! The Ferrari is flat out, and there's nothing he can  do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the Moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing  the entire rear end. The young man stops and jumps out and unbelievably the old  man is still alive. He runs up to the mangled old man and says, "Oh My! Are you  alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man  whispers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sonny,would be so kind as to  unhook... my... suspenders... from... your... side-view....... mirror ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9148495217730685254?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9148495217730685254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9148495217730685254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9148495217730685254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9148495217730685254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2008/01/fast-moped.html' title='A fast moped...'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4575027682900079699</id><published>2008-01-02T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:58:15.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class.</title><content type='html'>1. She presented each child in her classroom the 1st half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these are first-graders, 6-year-olds, because the last one is a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Don't change horses     until they stop running.&lt;br /&gt;2.     Strike while the     bug is close.&lt;br /&gt;3.     It's always darkest before     Daylight Saving Time.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Never underestimate the power of     termites.&lt;br /&gt;5.     You can lead a horse to water but     How?&lt;br /&gt;6.     Don't bite the hand that     looks dirty.&lt;br /&gt;7.     No news is     impossible&lt;br /&gt;8.     A miss is as good as a     Mr.&lt;br /&gt;9.     You can't teach an old dog new     Math&lt;br /&gt;10.     If you lie down with dogs, you'll     stink in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;11.     Love all, trust     Me.&lt;br /&gt;12.     The pen is mightier than the     pigs.&lt;br /&gt;13.     An idle mind is     the best way to relax.&lt;br /&gt;14.     Where there's smoke there's     pollution.&lt;br /&gt;15.     Happy the bride who     gets all the presents.&lt;br /&gt;16.     A penny saved is     not much.&lt;br /&gt;17.     Two's company, three's     the Musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;18.     Don't put off till tomorrow what     you put on to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;19.     Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and     You have to blow your nose.&lt;br /&gt;20.     There are none so blind as     Stevie Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;21.     Children should be seen and not     spanked or grounded.&lt;br /&gt;22.     If at first you don't succeed     get new batteries.&lt;br /&gt;23.     You get out of something only what you     See in the picture on the box&lt;br /&gt;24.     When the blind lead the blind     get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;25.     A bird in the hand     is going to poop on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the WINNER and last one!&lt;br /&gt;26.     Better late than     Pregnant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4575027682900079699?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4575027682900079699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4575027682900079699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4575027682900079699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4575027682900079699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-grade-school-teacher-had-twenty-six.html' title='A 1st grade school teacher had twenty-six students in her class.'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9165164028307006159</id><published>2008-01-02T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:55:43.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><title type='text'>Mood Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 191, 96);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIAMOND SOUNDS GOOD!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My husband, being  unhappy with my mood swings during PMS, bought me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood ring the  other day, so he would be able to monitor my moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've discovered that  when I'm in a good mood, it turns green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in a bad mood, it  leaves a big red mark on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time he'll buy me a  diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9165164028307006159?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9165164028307006159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9165164028307006159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9165164028307006159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9165164028307006159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2008/01/mood-ring.html' title='Mood Ring'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4000922408134040395</id><published>2007-02-06T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:49:54.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>horse</title><content type='html'>First experience horse riding. A blonde decides to learn and try horse back riding unassisted without prior experience or lessons. She mounts the horse with great effort, and the tall, shiny horse springs into motion.It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. Out of shear terror, she grabs for the horse's mane but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider.Finally, giving up her frail grip, she leaps away from the horse to try and throw herself to safety.Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup. She is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground again and again. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness or even death when Frank, the Wal-Mart manager runs out to shut the horse off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4000922408134040395?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4000922408134040395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4000922408134040395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4000922408134040395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4000922408134040395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/horse.html' title='horse'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3250286954744614775</id><published>2007-02-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:47:06.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>air plane</title><content type='html'>A blonde gets on an airplane and sits down in the first class section of the plane. The stewardess rushes over to her and tells her she must move to coach because she doesn't have a first class ticket. The blonde replies, "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job, and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica."The disgusted stewardess gets the head stewardess who asks the blonde to leave. The blonde yet again repeats "I'm blonde, I'm smart, I have a good job and I'm staying in first class until we reach Jamaica." The head stewardesses doesn't even know what to do at this point because they still have to get the rest of the passengers seated to take off; the blode is causing a problem with boarding now, so the stewardess gets the copilot.The copilot goes up to the blonde and whispers in her ear. She immediately gets up and goes to her seat in the coach section. The head stewardess asks the copilot in amazement what he said to get her to move to her correct seat. The copilot replies, "I told her the front half of the airplane wasn't going to Jamaica."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3250286954744614775?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3250286954744614775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3250286954744614775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3250286954744614775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3250286954744614775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/air-plane.html' title='air plane'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5442615685153125804</id><published>2007-02-06T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:45:55.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>parachutes</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette, a movie star, the pope, and a pilot were on a plane.The plane was going down fast, and there were only four parachutes for all five of them.The pilot took one and jumped, then the movie star took one and jumped, and then the blonde took one and jumped.The pope told the brunette to take the last one.The brunette said, "There are still 2 parachutes left! The blonde took my backpack!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5442615685153125804?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5442615685153125804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5442615685153125804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5442615685153125804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5442615685153125804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/parachutes.html' title='parachutes'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8758682206315364287</id><published>2007-02-06T19:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:44:56.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>rowing your boat</title><content type='html'>Two blondes were driving along a road by a wheat field when they saw a blonde in the middle of the field rowing a row boat.The driver blonde turned to her friend and said "You know - it's blondes like that that give us a bad name!"To this, the other blonde replies "I know it, and if I knew how to swim, I'd go out there and drown her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8758682206315364287?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8758682206315364287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8758682206315364287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8758682206315364287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8758682206315364287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/rowing-your-boat.html' title='rowing your boat'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9082814954506764009</id><published>2007-02-06T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:44:23.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>car crash</title><content type='html'>One day, while a blonde was out driving her car, she ran into a truck.The truck's driver made her pull over into a parking lot and get out of the car.He took a piece of chalk and drew a circle on the pavement. He told her to stand in the middle and not leave the circle.Furious, he went over to her car and slashed the tires.The blonde started laughing.This made the man angrier so he smashed her windshield.This time the blonde laughed even harder.Livid, the man broke all her windows and keyed her car.The blonde is now laughing hysterically, so the truck driver asks her what's so funny.The blonde giggles and replies, "When you weren't looking, I stepped out of the circle three times!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9082814954506764009?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9082814954506764009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9082814954506764009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9082814954506764009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9082814954506764009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/car-crash.html' title='car crash'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8947453128732140487</id><published>2007-02-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:42:56.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>explaine</title><content type='html'>A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8947453128732140487?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8947453128732140487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8947453128732140487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8947453128732140487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8947453128732140487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/explaine.html' title='explaine'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6532838969493717891</id><published>2007-02-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:41:53.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>blonde tv</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes into a nearby store and asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner.The clerk looks at her and says that he doesn't serve blondes, so she goes back home and dyes her hair black.The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing, and again, the clerk said he doesn't serve blondes.Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair yet again, to a shade of red.Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different clerk this time.To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn't serve blondes.The blonde asks the clerk, "How in the world do you know I am a blonde?"The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says,"That's not a TV -- it's a microwave!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6532838969493717891?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6532838969493717891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6532838969493717891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6532838969493717891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6532838969493717891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/02/blonde-tv.html' title='blonde tv'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-2927613898208186675</id><published>2007-01-29T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:22:51.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Highly Illogical</title><content type='html'>Highly IllogicalTwo rednecks, Bubba and Cooter, decided that they weren't going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Bubba goes in first, and the professor advises him to take math, history and logic.&lt;br /&gt;"What's logic?" asked Bubba.&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a weed-whacker?"&lt;br /&gt;"I sure do," answered the redneck.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard," replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;"That's real good," the redneck responded in awe.&lt;br /&gt;The professor continued, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also have a house."&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the redneck shouted, "AMAZIN'!"&lt;br /&gt;"And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife."&lt;br /&gt;"Betty Mae! This is incredible!"&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual," said the professor.&lt;br /&gt;"You're absolutely right! Why, that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever heard of! I cain't wait to take this here logic class."&lt;br /&gt;Bubba, proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where Cooter is still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;"So, what classes are ya takin?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Math, history and logic," replies Bubba.&lt;br /&gt;Cooter says, "What in tarnation is logic?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weed-eater?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"You're a queer, ain't ya?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-2927613898208186675?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/2927613898208186675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=2927613898208186675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2927613898208186675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2927613898208186675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/highly-illogical.html' title='Highly Illogical'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5344102359409808634</id><published>2007-01-29T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:21:50.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>There was this redneck that walked into a ...</title><content type='html'>There was this redneck that walked into a bar and ordered a beer. While he was waiting on his drink he noticed a jar of money sitting on the counter. When the bartender came back the redneck asked the bartender about the money.&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied, "Well, this money is for the goat we have outside."&lt;br /&gt;The redneck was puzzled so he asked again. "What exactly is this money for."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied. "Well, We have a goat outside and he just lays there and never moves or hollers or anything and who ever can make him holler gets this money."&lt;br /&gt;So the redneck finished him beer and goes outside.&lt;br /&gt;He comes back in and the goat is laughing so hard and can't stop. The bartender askes how he did it and the Redneck won't answer. So the redneck walks out of the bar with the money.&lt;br /&gt;A week later the Redneck comes in and sees the same bartender. He orders the same thing. And this time he sees another jar of money. He askes the bartender what this money was for.&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replies "Well, ever sence you got that goat to laugh, we can't get him to stop. So we made another jar. Who ever can get that goat to stop laughing gets the money."&lt;br /&gt;So, just like last time he finished his beer and went out side.&lt;br /&gt;Well when he came in, the goat was crying. The bartender was wondering how he did it and the redneck replied, "A redneck never lets out his secrets."&lt;br /&gt;So, he took his money and left.&lt;br /&gt;About a week later the redneck came back and he saw another jar of money. So, he asked the bartender what this jar was. The bartender replied "Well, you have us all wondering how you did it. First you made him laugh then you made him cry and we want to know how you did it."&lt;br /&gt;The redneck just sat there laughing. He says "Well, to make him laugh, I told him my penis was bigger than his and to make him cry, well, I proved it to him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5344102359409808634?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5344102359409808634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5344102359409808634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5344102359409808634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5344102359409808634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-was-this-redneck-that-walked-into.html' title='There was this redneck that walked into a ...'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6814212513880819148</id><published>2007-01-29T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:21:13.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Fast Food for Rednecks</title><content type='html'>You might be a redneck if you think fast food is hitting a deer at 60 miles an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6814212513880819148?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6814212513880819148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6814212513880819148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6814212513880819148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6814212513880819148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/fast-food-for-rednecks.html' title='Fast Food for Rednecks'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-2366190947633946241</id><published>2007-01-29T20:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:20:04.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Sobriety Test</title><content type='html'>A young man was pulled over by the Mississippi State Police for speeding. The officer stepped out of his patrol car, adjusted his sunglasses, and swaggered up to the young man's window. "What chew driving so fast for boy? You going to a fahhr? Let me see your license, boy." The young man handed over his license. Then the officer noticed that the back seat of the car was full of large knives. The officer said, "Tell me boy, why you got them knives on that there back seat?"&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "Well sir, I'm a juggler."&lt;br /&gt;The officer spat some tobacco juice and then he said, "A juggler; well you don't say. Boy, put cha hands on the trunk of yer car; you going to jail!"&lt;br /&gt;The young man pleaded with the officer not to take him to jail. He offered to prove to the officer that he was a juggler by way of demonstration. He said, "You can even hold me at gunpoint while I juggle for you." The officer reluctantly allowed him to prove his point while he held him at gunpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Two miles down the road at Joe's Tavern, Billy Bub was drinking it up with Jerry Lee Jones. Billy Bub soon left and got into his old, rusty pickup truck. He proceeded down the road trying his best to stay on the right side. All of a sudden Billy Bub spotted the most unbelievable sight of his life! He drove to the nearest phone booth and dialed the number for Joe's Tavern and asked for his buddy, Jerry Lee.&lt;br /&gt;When Jerry Lee got on the phone, Billy Bub said, "Whatever you do when you leave that tavern, don't go north on route 109. The state police are giving a sobriety test that nobody can pass!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-2366190947633946241?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/2366190947633946241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=2366190947633946241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2366190947633946241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2366190947633946241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/sobriety-test.html' title='Sobriety Test'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-2860241969809205822</id><published>2007-01-29T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:19:39.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>A Country War</title><content type='html'>A Tennessee man and an Alabama man were fighting in a war, and both were caught by the enemy. "Before i put you to death," said the enemy, "do you have any last requests?"&lt;br /&gt;The Alabama man said, "Could you shoot me after you play the song 'Yeah, Alabama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," the man agreed. "How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;The Tennessee man said, "COuld you shoot me before you play 'Yeah, Alabam?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-2860241969809205822?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/2860241969809205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=2860241969809205822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2860241969809205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/2860241969809205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/country-war.html' title='A Country War'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4570334735520615375</id><published>2007-01-29T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:18:51.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck Marriage</title><content type='html'>How can you tell if a redneck is married? There is tobacco spit stains on BOTH sides of his pickup truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4570334735520615375?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4570334735520615375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4570334735520615375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4570334735520615375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4570334735520615375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-marriage.html' title='Redneck Marriage'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-210395280219983290</id><published>2007-01-29T20:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:18:07.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Tasties in a Half Shell</title><content type='html'>Q: Why did God invent armadillos? A: So that rednecks can have 'possum on the half-shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-210395280219983290?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/210395280219983290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=210395280219983290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/210395280219983290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/210395280219983290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/tasties-in-half-shell.html' title='Tasties in a Half Shell'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8708465883730590642</id><published>2007-01-29T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:17:40.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Backwoods High Tech</title><content type='html'>Backup - What you do when you run across a skunk in the woods. Bug - The reason you give for calling in sick. Byte - What your pitbull done to cousin Jethro. Chip - Pasture muffins that you try not to step in. Terminal - Time to call the undertaker. Crash - When you go to Junior's party uninvited. Digital - The art of counting on your fingers. Diskette - Female Disco dancer. Fax - What you lie about to the IRS. Hacker - Uncle Leroy after 32 years of smoking. Hardcopy - Picture looked at when selecting tattoos. Internet - Where cafeteria workers put their hair. Keyboard - Where you hang the keys to the John Deere. Mac - Big Bubba's favorite fast food. Megahertz - How your head feels after 17 beers. Modem - What you do when the grass gets too high. Mouse Pad - Where Mickey and Minnie live. Network - Scooping up a big fish before it breaks the line. ROM - Where the pope lives. Screen - Keeps mosquitoes off the porch. Serial Port - A red wine you drink with breakfast. Superconductor - Amtrak's Employee of the year. SCSI (pronounced scuzzi) - What you call your week-old underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8708465883730590642?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8708465883730590642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8708465883730590642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8708465883730590642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8708465883730590642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/backwoods-high-tech.html' title='Backwoods High Tech'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5089372907399681932</id><published>2007-01-29T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:16:53.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck Engineering Exam</title><content type='html'>1. Calculate the smallest limb diameter on a persimmon tree that will support a 10 pound possum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Which of the following cars will rust out the quickest when placed on blocks in your front yard? a) '66 Ford Fairlane b) '69 Chevrolet Chevelle c) '64 Pontiac GTO&lt;br /&gt;3. If your uncle builds a still that operates at a capacity of 20 gallons of shine per hour, how many car radiators are necessary to condense the product?&lt;br /&gt;4. A pulpwood cutter has chain saw that operates at 2700 rpm. The density of the pine trees in a plot to be harvested is 470 per acre. The lot is 2.3 acres in size. The average tree diameter is 14 inches. How many Budweiser Tall-Boys will it take to cut the trees?&lt;br /&gt;5. If every old refrigerator in the state vented a charge of R-12 simultaneously, what would be the decrease in the ozone layer?&lt;br /&gt;6. A front porch is constructed of 2x8 pine on 24-inch centers with a field rock foundation. The span is 8 feet and the porch length is 16 feet. The porch floor is 1 inch rough sawn pine. When the porch collapses, how many hound dogs will be killed?&lt;br /&gt;7. A man owns a house and 3.7 acres of land in a hollow with an average slope of 15%. The man has 5 children. Can each of the children place a mobile home on the man's land?&lt;br /&gt;8. A 2-ton pulpwood truck is overloaded and proceeding down a steep grade on a secondary road at 45 mph. The brakes fail. Given the average traffic loading of secondary roads, how many people will swerve to avoid the truck before it crashes at the bottom of the mountain? For extra credit, how many of the vehicles that swerved will have mufflers and uncracked windshields?&lt;br /&gt;9. A Coal Mine operates a NFPA Class 1, Division 2 Hazardous Area. The mine employs 120 miners per shift. A gas warning is issued at the beginning of 3rd shift. How many cartons of unfiltered Camels will be smoked during the shift?&lt;br /&gt; 10. How many generations will it take before cattle develop two legs shorter than the others because of grazing along a mountainside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5089372907399681932?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5089372907399681932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5089372907399681932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5089372907399681932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5089372907399681932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-engineering-exam.html' title='Redneck Engineering Exam'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8056218601543367126</id><published>2007-01-29T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:14:56.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>A Redneck Retaliation</title><content type='html'>A ventriloquist was making fun of rednecks with his dummy at a bar. Then an angry redneck stood up, rolled up his sleeves ,and yelled, "I resent that!"&lt;br /&gt;The ventriloquist started apologizing to the redreck.&lt;br /&gt;The redneck looked at him and said, " You stay outta this, I''m talking to the guy on your lap!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8056218601543367126?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8056218601543367126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8056218601543367126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8056218601543367126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8056218601543367126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-retaliation.html' title='A Redneck Retaliation'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8917604958046636958</id><published>2007-01-29T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:14:11.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Alabama Farmer</title><content type='html'>What do you call an Alabama farmer with a sheep under each arm? A pimp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8917604958046636958?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8917604958046636958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8917604958046636958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8917604958046636958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8917604958046636958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/alabama-farmer.html' title='Alabama Farmer'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9205166175959711246</id><published>2007-01-29T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:13:33.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Designated drunkard</title><content type='html'>Rednecks don't let friends drive home drunk, they get drunk and ride with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9205166175959711246?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9205166175959711246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9205166175959711246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9205166175959711246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9205166175959711246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/designated-drunkard.html' title='Designated drunkard'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6525857537870116062</id><published>2007-01-29T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:10:44.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;10 Ways to tell if a Redneck has been working on a Computer&lt;br /&gt;10. The monitor is up on blocks.&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing faxes have tobacco stains on them.&lt;br /&gt;8. The six front keys have rotted out.&lt;br /&gt;7. The extra RAM ports have truck parts stored in them.&lt;br /&gt;6. The numeric keypad only goes up to six.&lt;br /&gt;5. The password is "Bubba".&lt;br /&gt;4. There's a gun rack mounted on the CPU.&lt;br /&gt;3. There's a Coors can in the cup holder(CD-ROM drive).&lt;br /&gt;2. The keyboard is camouflaged.&lt;br /&gt;AND the number 1 way to tell if a redneck has been working on a computer is...&lt;br /&gt;1. The mouse is referred to as a "critter". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6525857537870116062?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6525857537870116062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6525857537870116062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6525857537870116062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6525857537870116062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-computer.html' title='Redneck Computer'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5026139205018518443</id><published>2007-01-27T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:18:27.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brunette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skateboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Head'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ideashappen.org/skateboards/index.html"&gt;                     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ideashappen.org/skateboards/index.html"&gt;                     &lt;img src="http://www.ideashappen.org/skateboards/skateboard-images/skateboard-S.jpg" align="left" border="0" height="160" width="40" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  blonde, a red head and a brunette are all skateboarding and bragging about their  best tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette says, "I can do a double impossible and a misty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red head says, "Thats nothing. I can do a 1080 flip off a quarter pipe, then  do a double double and land it without falling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blonde says, "I dont know what the big deal is with all of you guys, I  can do all those with no hands!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ideashappen.org/skateboards/index.html"&gt;Skateboarding  Equipment --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5026139205018518443?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847775258416346004.post-4939957460667733637</id><published>2007-01-27T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:49:19.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom Short</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's so short she does backflips under the bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4939957460667733637?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4939957460667733637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4939957460667733637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4939957460667733637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4939957460667733637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-short_27.html' title='Mom Short'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5296621604724746640</id><published>2007-01-27T12:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:48:58.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom Skinny</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's so skinny she turned sideways and disappeared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5296621604724746640?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5296621604724746640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5296621604724746640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5296621604724746640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5296621604724746640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-skinny.html' title='Mom Skinny'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-435923734324743305</id><published>2007-01-27T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:48:30.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom teeth</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's teeth are so yellow she spits butter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-435923734324743305?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/435923734324743305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=435923734324743305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/435923734324743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/435923734324743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-teeth.html' title='Mom teeth'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7277657320463562318</id><published>2007-01-27T12:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:47:54.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom Mouth</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's mouth so big, she speaks in surround sound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7277657320463562318?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7277657320463562318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7277657320463562318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7277657320463562318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7277657320463562318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-mouth.html' title='Mom Mouth'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3147987440709100439</id><published>2007-01-27T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:47:32.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom Short</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's arms are so short, she has to tilt her head to scratch her ear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3147987440709100439?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3147987440709100439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3147987440709100439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3147987440709100439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3147987440709100439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-short.html' title='Mom Short'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5224511516734412303</id><published>2007-01-27T12:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:47:13.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom Phone</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's so clumsy she got tangled up in a cordless phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5224511516734412303?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5224511516734412303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5224511516734412303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5224511516734412303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5224511516734412303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/mom-phone.html' title='Mom Phone'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5213328161602428733</id><published>2007-01-27T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:46:35.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck baby naming</title><content type='html'>"You've just had your twelvth baby miss. What are you going to name this one?" "Phil" "But you named the last eleven phil" "Yeah its great. I say phil go clean the room, they all go clean their room. I say phil come for dinner, they all come for dinner." "But what if you only want one of them?" "Oh! Then I call them by thier last name."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5213328161602428733?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5213328161602428733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5213328161602428733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5213328161602428733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5213328161602428733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-baby-naming.html' title='Redneck baby naming'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7576480616492185873</id><published>2007-01-27T12:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:44:20.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>baby naming</title><content type='html'>"You've just had your twelvth baby miss. What are you going to name this one?" "Phil" "But you named the last eleven phil" "Yeah its great. I say phil go clean the room, they all go clean their room. I say phil come for dinner, they all come for dinner." "But what if you only want one of them?" "Oh! Then I call them by thier last name."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7576480616492185873?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7576480616492185873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7576480616492185873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7576480616492185873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7576480616492185873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-naming.html' title='baby naming'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6259102240819454653</id><published>2007-01-27T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:43:47.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck Family</title><content type='html'>A redneck family are visiting a big city for the first time. The father ans son are in the hotel lobby when the spot an elevator. "What's that Paw?" The boy asked. "I ain't never did see nothin' like that in my life" Replied the father. Seconds later an old frail woman walks in the hotel door and hobbles to the elevator. She presses the button with her cain, waits for the doors to open and gets in. The father and son, still amazed by this contraption, continue to watch. They hear a ping noise and the doors open again. Out steps a beautiful 20 year old busty blonde. The father looks at his son and says "Go get your Maw !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6259102240819454653?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6259102240819454653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6259102240819454653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6259102240819454653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6259102240819454653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-family.html' title='Redneck Family'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9075107096635223602</id><published>2007-01-27T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:43:10.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>redneck rasslin</title><content type='html'>Two rednecks, Jake and Bubba, were sitting in a bar one night watching rasslin' on the tube. At the end of the match was an advertisement. A loud, obnoxious character came on screaming about the $10,000 dollars prize money for anyone who could defeat "The Killer". Jake looked at Bubba, a 6' 4" giant with the brain the size of a pea, and got an idea. He told Bubba, "I bet you could beat that guy. He doesn't look so rough, and you're no wimp." Bubba thought about it for a minute and agreed that he probably could. The next weekend Jake and Bubba went down to the stadium where the tournament was to be held and signed Bubba up. An old man came up and started briefing them on the rules of the contest and such. Jake, seeing Bubba was a bit nervous, asked the old man for any tips. The old man looked up to Bubba and said, "Just you watch out for his pretzel hold. Ain't nobody ever gotten out that thing." One by one, the contestants ahead of Bubba went in and came back balled up and hurting. Two hours after they arrived, Bubba's turn was finally up. In the ring, right before the bell rang, Bubba looked back at Jake and said, "Don't worry buddy. I can avoid that pretzel thing." But not ten seconds after he had gotten up in the ring was The Killer laying on top of the contorted ball of Bubba and the referee was pounding the mat, counting to ten. Jake screamed and started walking back to the locker rooms. He was pissed. He had shelled out $500 to get Bubba in this contest, and it didn't last 20 seconds. But right before he got to the door, the crowd went wild! Jake ran back to the ring to see Bubba with one foot on top of the unconscious Killer and one armed raised in the air by the referee. Jake ran into the ring and jumped on Bubba. The crowd was out of control, and Jake and Bubba were $10,000 richer! Later in the locker room, Jake confessed to Bubba he didn't see what happened. Bubba said, "Well, The Killer got me in his pretzel hold and I thought all was lost. I hurt like I'd never hurt before and all I could hear was the ref slamming his hand down counting to ten. Then I looked and in front of me I saw this big, hairy sack of balls. I had nothing to lose and figured it might even help. So I stretched a little further and bit down as hard as I could on those things." "Jake," Bubba said. "You wouldn't believe the strength a man gets when he bites his own balls."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9075107096635223602?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9075107096635223602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9075107096635223602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9075107096635223602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9075107096635223602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-rasslin.html' title='redneck rasslin'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5557321714789152001</id><published>2007-01-27T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:42:26.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>redneck cop</title><content type='html'>There is a Redneck Cop sleeping in his cruiser one night. All of a sudden he is awakened by a loud crash. The cop gets out of his car and walks up the road a piece when he notices a car in the ditch. "Damn" he says, "There's a car in the ditch!" He takes out his notebook and writes "car in D-I-T-C-H" for his report. He walk up the road a bit further and notices another car in the ditch. So he writes "another car in ditch....D-I-T-C-H" for his report. The cop decides to head back to his car to make the report when he notices a head in the middle of the boulevard. "Damn, somebody's head's in the middle of the boulevard!" He gets out his notebook again and begins writing "head in middle of" Then he thinks, boulevard? "B-O..." no, no "B-U..." "Aww hell" he says and he kicks the head into the ditch "D-I-T-C-H"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5557321714789152001?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5557321714789152001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5557321714789152001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5557321714789152001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5557321714789152001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-cop.html' title='redneck cop'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7822871177198989267</id><published>2007-01-27T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:13:22.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watch'/><title type='text'>State of the Art Watch</title><content type='html'>A rather confident man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman. He gives her a quick glance, then casually looks at his watch for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman notices this and asks, "Is your date running late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he replies, "I just bought this state-of-the-art watch and I was just testing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intrigued woman says, "A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me," he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it telling you now?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it says you're not wearing any panties." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman giggles and replies, "Well it must be broken then because I am wearing panties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man explains, "Damn thing must be an hour fast."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7822871177198989267?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7822871177198989267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7822871177198989267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7822871177198989267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7822871177198989267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/state-of-art-watch.html' title='State of the Art Watch'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-540789633526625066</id><published>2007-01-27T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:11:19.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>I Thought You Were My Wife</title><content type='html'>A completely inebriated man walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her, placed his hand up her skirt and began fondling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped up and slapped him silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately apologized and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you drunken, worthless, insufferable son of a BITCH!" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-540789633526625066?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/540789633526625066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=540789633526625066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/540789633526625066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/540789633526625066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-thought-you-were-my-wife.html' title='I Thought You Were My Wife'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6964410299137034671</id><published>2007-01-27T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:09:56.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Proud Texas Father</title><content type='html'>A Texan bought a round of drinks for all in the bar and said that his wife had just produced "a typical Texas baby" weighing twenty pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he returned to the bar. The bartender recognized him and asked, "Aren't you the father of the typical Texas baby that weighed twenty pounds at birth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, shore am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much does he weigh now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud father answered, "Ten pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender said, "Why, what happened? He did weigh twenty pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud Texas father said, "Jest had him circumcised!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6964410299137034671?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6964410299137034671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6964410299137034671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6964410299137034671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6964410299137034671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/proud-texas-father.html' title='Proud Texas Father'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3890321436244112024</id><published>2007-01-27T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:07:46.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Gates'/><title type='text'>Bill Gates and a Light Bulb</title><content type='html'>Q: How many Bill Gateses does it take to change the lightbulb??&lt;br /&gt;A: None. He just calls a meeting &amp;amp; makes darkness the standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3890321436244112024?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3890321436244112024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3890321436244112024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3890321436244112024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3890321436244112024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/bill-gates-and-light-bulb.html' title='Bill Gates and a Light Bulb'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6312831417575752117</id><published>2007-01-27T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:04:48.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Deep Down</title><content type='html'>Why are lawyers buried 12 feet deep instead of just six?&lt;br /&gt;Because deep down they really are good people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6312831417575752117?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6312831417575752117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6312831417575752117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6312831417575752117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6312831417575752117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/deep-down.html' title='Deep Down'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3015280401238551722</id><published>2007-01-27T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:03:58.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>10 Husbands...Still a Virgin</title><content type='html'>A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said the puzzled groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be if you've been married ten times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #2 was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #3 was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #9 was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said the new husband, "but, why me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3015280401238551722?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3015280401238551722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3015280401238551722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3015280401238551722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3015280401238551722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-husbandsstill-virgin.html' title='10 Husbands...Still a Virgin'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-221527798812582170</id><published>2007-01-27T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:00:56.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope'/><title type='text'>Lawyer and Pope Die</title><content type='html'>A lawyer died. At the same moment, the Pope also died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at the gates of heaven at the same moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spend the day in orientation, and as they're getting their heavenly vestments, the Pope gets a plain white toga and wings, like everyone else, and the lawyer gets much finer apparel, made of gold thread, and Gucci shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they get to see where they're going to live?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope gets what everyone else gets, a replica of a Holiday Inn room, and the lawyer gets an 18 room mansion with servants and a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinnertime, the Pope receives the standard meal, a Manischewitz kosher TV dinner, and the lawyer receives a fine and tasty meal, served on silver platters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the lawyer is beginning to suspect that an error has been made, so he asks one of the angels in charge, "Has there been some kind of mistake? This guy was the Pope, and he gets what everyone else gets, and I'm just a lawyer and I'm getting the finest of everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel replied, "No mistake, sir. We've had lots of Popes here, but you're the first lawyer we've ever had."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-221527798812582170?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/221527798812582170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=221527798812582170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/221527798812582170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/221527798812582170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/lawyer-and-pope-die.html' title='Lawyer and Pope Die'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4907846791791859266</id><published>2007-01-27T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:58:20.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>At the height of a political corruption trial, the prosecuting attorney attacked a witness. "Isn't it true," he bellowed, "that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witness stared out the window, as though he hadn't hear the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it true that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?" the lawyer repeated. The witness still did not respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the judge leaned over and said, "Sir, please answer the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," the startled witness said, "I thought he was talking to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4907846791791859266?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4907846791791859266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4907846791791859266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4907846791791859266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4907846791791859266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4929008476508303228</id><published>2007-01-27T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:56:55.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clergyman'/><title type='text'>Taking It With You</title><content type='html'>As Mr. Smith was on his death bed, he attempted to formulate a plan that would allow him to take at least some of his considerable wealth with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called for the three men he trusted most his lawyer, his doctor, and his clergyman. He told them, "I'm going to give you each $30,000 in cash before I die. At my funeral, I want you to place the money in my coffin so that I can try to take it with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three agreed to do this and were given the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, each approached the coffin in turn and placed an envelope inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding in the limousine to the cemetery, the clergyman said "I have to confess something to you fellows. Brother Smith was a good churchman all his life, and I know he would have wanted me to do this. The church needed a new baptistery very badly, and I took $10,000 of the money he gave me and bought one. I only put $20,000 in the coffin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physician then said, "Well, since we're confiding in one another, I might as well tell you that I didn't put the full $30,000 in the coffin either. Smith had a disease that could have been diagnosed sooner if I had this very new machine, but the machine cost $20,000 and I couldn't afford it then. I used $20,000 of the money to buy the machine so that I might be able to save another patient. I know that Smith would have wanted me to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said, "I'm ashamed of both of you. When I put my envelope into that coffin, it held my personal check for the full $30,000."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4929008476508303228?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4929008476508303228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4929008476508303228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4929008476508303228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4929008476508303228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-it-with-you.html' title='Taking It With You'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3641253787243908269</id><published>2007-01-27T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:55:00.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Lawyer's Dog</title><content type='html'>A lawyer's dog, running about unleashed, b-lines for the local butcher shop and steals a roast off the counter. The butcher goes to the lawyer's office and asks, "if a dog, running unleashed, steals a piece of meat from my store, do I have a right to demand payment for the meat from the dog's owner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," the lawyer responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher immediately shot back, "Good! You owe me $7.99 for the roast your dog stole from me this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, without a word, writes the butcher a check for $7.99. A few days later, the butcher, browsing through his mail, finds an envelope from the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contents reads "Consultation: $25.00."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3641253787243908269?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3641253787243908269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3641253787243908269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3641253787243908269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3641253787243908269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/lawyers-dog.html' title='Lawyer&apos;s Dog'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1661624387550552855</id><published>2007-01-27T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:53:56.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Bad Choices</title><content type='html'>A lawyer died and was delivered into the devil's hands. "You will be spending eternity here, but I'll let you pick your own room from three I'll show you," the devil said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first room were thousands of people standing on their heads on a brick floor. "I don't like that," said the man. "Show me the second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second room were thousands of people standing on their heads on a wood floor. "Well, that's better than brick," the man said, "but show me the third."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third, thousands of people were standing ankle-deep in a room full of maggot infested garbage, all drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll choose this room," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the room he went and the door slammed behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the voice of a minor demon rang out, "OK, coffee break is over, back on your heads."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1661624387550552855?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1661624387550552855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1661624387550552855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1661624387550552855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1661624387550552855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-choices.html' title='Bad Choices'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6869988020559960224</id><published>2007-01-27T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:52:32.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplane'/><title type='text'>Smartest Man in the World</title><content type='html'>A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute, yelled to the passengers that they had better jump, and bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry, Father. The 'smartest man in the world' just took off with my back pack."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6869988020559960224?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6869988020559960224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6869988020559960224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6869988020559960224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6869988020559960224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/smartest-man-in-world.html' title='Smartest Man in the World'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1335862983950397419</id><published>2007-01-27T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:50:49.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Employee Statistics</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 have been accused of spousal abuse&lt;br /&gt;7 have been arrested for fraud&lt;br /&gt;19 have been accused of writing bad checks&lt;br /&gt;117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses&lt;br /&gt;3 have done time for assault&lt;br /&gt;71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit&lt;br /&gt;14 have been arrested on drug-related charges&lt;br /&gt;8 have been arrested for shoplifting&lt;br /&gt;21 are currently defendants in lawsuits&lt;br /&gt;84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which organization this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that cranks out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***They say for a joke to be funny it has to have a little bit of truth to it.....this joke must have too much truth to it because it isn't all that funny...it's a sad commentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1335862983950397419?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1335862983950397419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1335862983950397419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1335862983950397419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1335862983950397419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/employee-statistics.html' title='Employee Statistics'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3277620402160781004</id><published>2007-01-27T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:45:11.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone Company'/><title type='text'>New Lawyer</title><content type='html'>Joe grew up in a small town, then moved away to attend college and law school. He decided to come back to the small town because he could be a big man in this small town. He really wanted to impress everyone. He opened his new law office, but business was very slow at first. One day, he saw a man coming up the sidewalk. He decided to make a big impression on this new client when he arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man came to the door, Joe picked up the phone. He motioned the man in, all the while talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Absolutely not. You tell those clowns in New York that I won't settle this case for less than one million.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. The Appeals Court has agreed to hear that case next week. I'll be handling the primary argument and the other members of my team will provide support.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. Tell the DA that I'll meet with him next week to discuss the details.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing went on for almost 5 minutes. All the while the man sat patiently as Joe rattled instructions. Finally, Joe put down the phone and turned to the man. "I'm sorry for the delay, but as you can see, I'm very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "I'm from the phone company..I came to hook up your phone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3277620402160781004?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3277620402160781004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3277620402160781004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3277620402160781004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3277620402160781004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-lawyer.html' title='New Lawyer'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6062372145742143115</id><published>2007-01-27T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:43:11.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><title type='text'>Space for Rent</title><content type='html'>One evening, after attending the theater, two gentlemen were walking down the avenue when they observed a rather well dressed and attractive young lady walking ahead of them. One of them turned to the other and remarked, "I'd give $250.00 to spend the night with that woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to their surprise, the young lady overheard the remark, turned around, and replied, "I'll take you up on that offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a neat appearance and a pleasant voice, so after bidding his companion good night, the man accompanied the young lady to her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning the man presented her with $125.00 as he prepared to leave. She demanded the rest of the money, stating "If you don't give me the other $125.00, I'll sue you for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, saying, "I'd like to see you get it on these grounds." Within a few days, he was surprised when he received a summons ordering his presence in court as a defendant in a lawsuit. He hurried to his lawyer and explained the details of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lawyer said, "She can't possibly get a judgment against you on such grounds, but it will be interesting to see how her case will be presented."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the usual preliminaries, the lady's lawyer addressed the court as follows: "Your honor, my client, this lady, is the owner of a piece of property, a garden spot, surrounded by a profuse growth of shrubbery, which property she agreed to rent to the defendant for a specified length of time for the sum of $250.00. The defendant took possession of the property, used it extensively for the purposes for which it was rented, but upon evacuating the premises, he paid only $125.00, one-half of the amount agreed upon. The rent was not excessive, since it is restricted property, and we ask judgment be granted against the defendant to assure payment of the balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defendant's lawyer was impressed and amused by the way his opponent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had presented the case. His defense therefore was somewhat different from the way he originally planned to present it. "Your honor," he said, "my client agrees that the lady has a fine piece of property, which he did rent such property for a time, and a degree of pleasure was derived from the transaction. However, my client found a well on the property around which he placed his own stones, sunk a shaft, and erected a pump, all labor performed personally by him. We claim these improvements to the property were sufficient to offset the unpaid amount, and that the plaintiff was adequately compensated for the rental of said property. We, therefore, ask that judgment not be granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady's lawyer answered, "Your honor, my client agrees that the defendant did find a well on her property. However, had the defendant not known that the well existed; he would never have rented the property. Also, upon evacuating the premises, the defendant removed the stones, pulled out the shaft, and took the pump with him. In doing so, he not only dragged the equipment through the shrubbery, but left the hole much larger than it was prior to his occupancy, making the property much less desirable to others. We, therefore, ask that judgment be granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Judge's decision, he provided for two options: "Pay the $125.00 or have the equipment detached from its current location and provide it to the plaintiff for damages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defendant immediately wrote a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6062372145742143115?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6062372145742143115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6062372145742143115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6062372145742143115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6062372145742143115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/space-for-rent.html' title='Space for Rent'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-802243297888484925</id><published>2007-01-27T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:42:42.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic'/><title type='text'>Catholic Dictionary</title><content type='html'>AMEN&lt;br /&gt;The only part of a prayer that everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLETIN&lt;br /&gt;Your receipt for attending Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR&lt;br /&gt;A group of people whose singing allows the rest of the congregation to lip-sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYMN&lt;br /&gt;A song of praise usually sung in a key two octaves higher than that of the congregation's range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESSIONAL HYMN&lt;br /&gt;The last song at Mass often sung a little more quietly, since most of the people have already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCENSE&lt;br /&gt;Holy Smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;When kids have kids of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEW&lt;br /&gt;A medieval torture device still found in Catholic churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESSIONAL&lt;br /&gt;The ceremonial procession at the conclusion of Mass led by parishioners trying to beat the crowd to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELICS&lt;br /&gt;People who have been going to Mass for so long, they actually know when to sit, kneel, and stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN COMMANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;The most important Top Ten list not given by David Letterman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USHERS&lt;br /&gt;The only people in the parish who don't know the seating capacity of a pew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-802243297888484925?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/802243297888484925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=802243297888484925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/802243297888484925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/802243297888484925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/catholic-dictionary.html' title='Catholic Dictionary'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1246851134686605119</id><published>2007-01-27T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:43:39.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Peter'/><title type='text'>At the Gates of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so Peter had to tell the first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground. By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell -- but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a very strange day.You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right.Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1246851134686605119?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1246851134686605119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1246851134686605119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1246851134686605119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1246851134686605119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-gates-of-heaven.html' title='At the Gates of Heaven'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5447452767999691747</id><published>2007-01-27T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:33:38.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Jonah and the Whale</title><content type='html'>A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though they were a very large mammal their throat was very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher reiterated a whale could not&lt;br /&gt;swallow a human; it was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Then you ask him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5447452767999691747?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5447452767999691747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5447452767999691747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5447452767999691747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5447452767999691747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/jonah-and-whale.html' title='Jonah and the Whale'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-6677679254054553762</id><published>2007-01-27T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:32:30.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monks'/><title type='text'>Vow of Silence</title><content type='html'>At a remote monastery deep in the woods, the monks followed a rigid vow of silence. This vow could only be broken once a year on Christmas, by one monk, and the monk could speak only one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas, Brother Thomas had his turn to speak and said, "I love the delightful mashed potatoes we have every year with the Christmas roast!" Then he sat down. Silence ensued for 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Christmas, Brother Michael got his turn, and said, "I think the mashed potatoes are lumpy and I truly despise them!" Once again, silence ensued for 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Christmas, Brother Paul rose and said, "I am fed up with this constant bickering!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-6677679254054553762?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/6677679254054553762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=6677679254054553762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6677679254054553762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/6677679254054553762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/vow-of-silence.html' title='Vow of Silence'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-4700424126902970716</id><published>2007-01-27T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:31:04.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolls-Royce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millionair'/><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before going to Europe on business, a man drives his Rolls-Royce to a  downtown New York City bank and asks for an immediate loan of $5,000. The loan  officer, taken aback, requests collateral. "Well then, here are the keys to my  Rolls-Royce," the man says. The loan officer promptly has the car driven into  the bank's underground parking for safe keeping and gives the man the $5,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, the man walks through the bank's doors and asks to settle up  his loan and get his car back. "That will be $5,000 in principal, and $15.40 in  interest," the loan officer says. The man writes out a check and starts to walk  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, sir," the loan officer says. "You are a millionaire. Why in the  world would you need to borrow $5,000?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiles, "Where else could I find  a safer place to park my Rolls-Royce in Manhattan for two weeks and pay only  $15.40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-4700424126902970716?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/4700424126902970716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=4700424126902970716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4700424126902970716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/4700424126902970716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8644785421656545057</id><published>2007-01-27T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:35:25.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearly Gates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Pete'/><title type='text'>Good Deed</title><content type='html'>This guy arrives at the Pearly Gates. He has to wait to be admitted, while St. Pete leafs through his Big Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's checking to see if the guy is worthy of entry or not. Saint Peter goes through the books several times, furrows his brow, and says to the guy, "You know, I can't see that you did lots of good in your life but, you never did anything bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, if you can tell me of one REALLY good deed that you did in your life, you're in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy thinks for a moment and says, "Well, there was this one time when I was drivin' down the highway and I saw a Biker Gang assaulting this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going on, and sure enough, that's what they were doing. There were about 50 of 'em torturing this chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron from my trunk and walked straight up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the Gang formed a circle all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ripped the leader's chain off his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, 'Leave this poor, innocent girl alone, you slime! You're all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in pain!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter, extremely impressed,  says, "Really?  Wow, when did all this happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er..  about two minutes ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8644785421656545057?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8644785421656545057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8644785421656545057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8644785421656545057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8644785421656545057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-deed.html' title='Good Deed'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7346639839344217864</id><published>2007-01-27T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:34:11.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accountant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineer'/><title type='text'>Riding Trains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Three engineers and three accountants were traveling by train to a  conference. At the station, the three accountants each bought tickets and  watched as the three engineers bought only one ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are three people  going to travel on only one ticket?" asked an accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch and you'll  see", answered an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all boarded the train. The accountants took  their respective seats, but the three engineers all crammed into a rest room and  closed the door behind them. Shortly after the train departed, the conductor  came around collecting tickets. He knocked on the restroom door and said,  "Ticket, please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened just a crack and a single arm emerged with  a ticket in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor took it and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountants  saw this and agreed it was a quite clever idea. So, after the conference, the  accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money  (being clever with money, and all that). When they got to the station, they  bought a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers  didn't buy a ticket at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you going to ride without a ticket"?  said one perplexed accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch and you'll see", answered an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they boarded the train, the three accountants crammed into a restroom  and the three engineers crammed into another one nearby. The train departed.  Shortly afterward, one of the engineers left his restroom and walked over to the  restroom where the accountants were hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked on the door and said,  "Ticket, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7346639839344217864?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7346639839344217864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7346639839344217864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7346639839344217864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7346639839344217864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/riding-trains.html' title='Riding Trains'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3807975364803602747</id><published>2007-01-27T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:38:04.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Grass is always greener</title><content type='html'>A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what's inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: "All the men on this floor are short and plain." The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the second floor reads: "All the men here are short and handsome." Still, this isn't good enough, so the friends continue on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reach the third floor and the sign reads: "All the men here are tall and plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: "All the men here are tall and handsome." The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they find a sign that reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3807975364803602747?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3807975364803602747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3807975364803602747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3807975364803602747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3807975364803602747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='Grass is always greener'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7603395173388256739</id><published>2007-01-27T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:13:28.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother and Son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Electric train</title><content type='html'>A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, "All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7603395173388256739?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7603395173388256739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7603395173388256739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7603395173388256739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7603395173388256739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/electric-train.html' title='Electric train'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1721375761048747440</id><published>2007-01-27T07:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:10:33.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck'/><title type='text'>Redneck Capenter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some men in a pickup truck drove to a lumber yard.&lt;br /&gt;One of the men walked into the office and said, "We need some four-by-twos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk asked, "You mean two-by-fours, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "I'll go check," and went back to the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned shortly and said, "Yeah, I meant two-by-four."&lt;br /&gt;"All right. How long do you need them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer paused for a moment and said, "I'd better go check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he returned to the office and said, -&lt;br /&gt;"A long time. We're gonna build a house..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1721375761048747440?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1721375761048747440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1721375761048747440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1721375761048747440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1721375761048747440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/redneck-capenter.html' title='Redneck Capenter'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5560668970859168801</id><published>2007-01-27T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:08:46.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>Vampire Bat???</title><content type='html'>A vampire bat came flapping in from the night covered in fresh blood and parked himself on the roof of the cave to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon all the other bats smelled the blood and began hassling him about where he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them to go away and let him get some sleep but they persisted until finally he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, follow me" he said and flew out of the cave with hundreds of bats behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down through the valley they went, across a river and into a forest full of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he slowed down and all the other bats excitedly milled around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, do you see that tree over there?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Yes, Yes!" the bats all screamed in a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good" said the bat, "Because I sure as hell didn't!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5560668970859168801?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5560668970859168801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5560668970859168801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5560668970859168801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5560668970859168801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/vampire-bat.html' title='Vampire Bat???'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9173242383751568797</id><published>2007-01-27T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:06:48.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this big trouble-making truck driver stops next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and  drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I'm late for work. My boss fires me. When I leave the building I find my car was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I go in the house and find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9173242383751568797?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9173242383751568797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9173242383751568797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9173242383751568797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9173242383751568797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-3375607344678089280</id><published>2007-01-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:02:08.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Generous Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $500,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, "First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, "Um ... no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer interrupts, "or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or that my sister's husband died in a traffic accident," the lawyer's voice rising in indignation, "leaving her penniless with three children?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, "I had no idea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, "So if I don't give any money to them, why should I give any to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-3375607344678089280?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/3375607344678089280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=3375607344678089280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3375607344678089280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/3375607344678089280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/generous-lawyer.html' title='Generous Lawyer'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-5184868186987520843</id><published>2007-01-27T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:04:23.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Paint job</title><content type='html'>A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And by the way," the blonde added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-5184868186987520843?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/5184868186987520843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=5184868186987520843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5184868186987520843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/5184868186987520843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/paint-job.html' title='Paint job'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-944317364212696067</id><published>2007-01-27T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:02:27.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Yo Mama</title><content type='html'>Yo mama soooo poor she can't even pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-944317364212696067?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/944317364212696067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=944317364212696067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/944317364212696067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/944317364212696067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-mama.html' title='Yo Mama'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1837969085689353787</id><published>2007-01-26T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:02:41.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Yo Mama</title><content type='html'>Yo mama so stupid she took a ruler to bed with her to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1837969085689353787?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1837969085689353787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1837969085689353787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1837969085689353787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1837969085689353787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-mama_27.html' title='Yo Mama'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8813753522002268310</id><published>2007-01-26T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T06:50:18.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Lawyer and the Skunk</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between a dead skunk lying in the road and a dead lawyer lying in the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8813753522002268310?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8813753522002268310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8813753522002268310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8813753522002268310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8813753522002268310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/lawyer-and-skunk.html' title='Lawyer and the Skunk'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-9060120008104650611</id><published>2007-01-26T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:06:04.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brunette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Three women...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were three women, a Brunette, a Red Head, and a  Blonde. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They all worked together at an office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every day they noticed that their boss left work a  little early. So one day they met together and decided that today when the boss  left, they would all leave early too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The boss left and so did they. The Brunette went  home and straight to bed so could get an early start the next morning. The Red  Head went home to get in a quick work out before her dinner date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Blonde went home and walked into the bedroom.  She opens the door slowly and saw her husband in bed with her boss, so she shut  the door and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, the Brunette and the Red Head are  talking about going home early again. They ask the Blonde if she wants to leave  early again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No," she says, "yesterday I nearly got caught!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-9060120008104650611?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/9060120008104650611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=9060120008104650611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9060120008104650611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/9060120008104650611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-women.html' title='Three women...'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-8674691096283435279</id><published>2007-01-25T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:00:38.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Your Moma Jokes</title><content type='html'>Yo mama's so clumsy she got tangled up in a cordless phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-8674691096283435279?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/8674691096283435279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=8674691096283435279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8674691096283435279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/8674691096283435279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-moma-jokes.html' title='Your Moma Jokes'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-1660281301925584690</id><published>2007-01-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:18:52.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Railroad'/><title type='text'>A brunette is dancing happily</title><content type='html'>A brunette is dancing happily down the railroad tracks, singing to herself "...21  ...21 ...21..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, a blonde walks up to her. She  observes for a minute and then asks, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette does  not answer and keeps singing "...21 ...21 ...21 ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the blonde jumps on  the tracks and follows her dancing and starts singing "...21 ...21 ...21 ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  little later a train comes down the tracks. The brunette jumps off, but the blonde keeps dancing and singing to her self and gets hit by the  train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette gets back on the track and starts dancing and singing  again, "...22 ...22 ...22 ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-1660281301925584690?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/1660281301925584690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=1660281301925584690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1660281301925584690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/1660281301925584690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/01/brunette-is-dancing-happily.html' title='A brunette is dancing happily'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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-3847775258416346004.post-7949701146142595104</id><published>2006-06-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:11:11.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe'/><title type='text'>Coffee, No Cream</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a coffee shop and places his order.  "I'd like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl behind the counter says "I'm sorry, sir, but we're out of cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about with no milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a title="Ideas Happen" href="http://www.ideashappen.org/jokes/index.html"&gt;&lt;--  Return to Ideas Happen Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3847775258416346004-7949701146142595104?l=comedy-zone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/feeds/7949701146142595104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3847775258416346004&amp;postID=7949701146142595104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7949701146142595104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3847775258416346004/posts/default/7949701146142595104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comedy-zone.blogspot.com/2007/06/coffee-no-cream.html' title='Coffee, No Cream'/><author><name>Joke Zone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14303200199251359204</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>
