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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2776780589096726562</id><published>2011-03-21T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:54:04.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rakaman video seks anwar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anwar sex tape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video sex anwar'/><title type='text'>Video Sex Anwar Ibrahim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xrl.us/3gpbest"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 63px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p122/gambaraku/downloadvideo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career ending incident or first bullet by Barisan Nasional towards Sarawak state election....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;div id="story_content" style="border-top: 1px dotted rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 15px 0px 10px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;PETALING JAYA: A video showing a man, resembling a top Opposition leader having sex with a woman, believed to be a foreign prostitute, has emerged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The 30-minute video, which showed the supposedly high profile Member of Parliament in various compromising positions, is set to rock the Malaysian political arena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The video recorded on Feb 21 was found in a hotel room in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Press representatives were taken to a hotel room individually to view the video footage by a group of unknown people led by a person, who only wanted to be known as Datuk T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Datuk T said he wanted the media to watch the footage showing the politician before sending the copy to him and his wife “to identify the person in the video” a week from now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;He said if the individual in the video was the politician he had identified to the media, "then he and his wife must step down from politics.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Datuk T said he was not “the pious person with high moral values and integrity as portrayed, and therefore is not fit to be leader.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Datuk T said if the two did not quit politics, “I will call on several NGOs (non-government organisations) to set up an independent panel to investigate and seek professional forensic services to study the authenticity of the recordings.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Datuk T claimed he had stumbled upon the video after he was asked by the politician to search for his watch in the room where the sexual encounter had taken place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;“As I could not find the watch on the table, I searched for it behind the dresser. I was shocked to find many strands of wires behind the dresser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;“On close inspection, I found four well-hidden CCTV cameras, I tried to open the two dresser drawers and found one was locked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;“I prised open the locked drawer using a sharp object. I found an active CCTV recorder. I disconnected the wiring and took the recorder out of the hotel,’’ he said, adding that no one had the recording except him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;“I will not hand over copies to any quarters for fear of reproduction and distribution,’’ he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Members of the media including The Star viewed the video clip on a computer at the hotel room, where Datuk T was heavily guarded. The Star journalist was searched and had his mobile phone taken away before being allowed to view the video. The other members of the media included those from Bernama, New Straits Times, Utusan Malaysia, China Press, the Internet portals, foreign news agencies and at least one opposition organ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The video clip had sharp images and the woman appeared to be a fair-skinned foreigner, possibly an East Asian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Meanwhile, with talk of the video having surfaced, PKR communications director Nik Nazmi Nik Ahmad tweeted, saying the video was doctored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xrl.us/3gpbest"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 63px;" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p122/gambaraku/downloadvideo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2776780589096726562?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2776780589096726562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2776780589096726562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2776780589096726562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2776780589096726562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2011/03/video-sex-anwar-ibrahim.html' title='Video Sex Anwar Ibrahim'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7126087666902180679</id><published>2010-01-26T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:40:59.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage joke.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Family Joke</title><content type='html'>This man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning,&lt;br /&gt;peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him&lt;br /&gt;and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name&lt;br /&gt;Marylou written on it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races?&lt;br /&gt;Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is satisfied, apologizes, and goes off to do work around&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading&lt;br /&gt;and she repeats the frying pan swatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that for this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Your horse phoned!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same husband telephoned his family doctor and said that he&lt;br /&gt;was afraid that his teenaged son had come down with V.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He says he hasn't had sex with anyone but the maid, so it has to&lt;br /&gt;be her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry too much," advised the doctor. "These things&lt;br /&gt;happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, doctor," said the father, "but I have to admit that I've&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping with the maid also. I seem to have the same&lt;br /&gt;symptoms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's unfortunate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not only that, I think I've passed it to my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God," said the doc, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means we all have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7126087666902180679?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7126087666902180679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7126087666902180679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7126087666902180679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7126087666902180679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-joke.html' title='Family Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8523111545976256156</id><published>2010-01-26T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:37:50.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage joke.'/><title type='text'>Marriage Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Becky was on her deathbed. Her husband, Jake, was maintaining a&lt;br /&gt;vigil by her side. He held her fragile hand, tears ran down his&lt;br /&gt;face. His praying roused her from her slumber. She looked up and&lt;br /&gt;her pale lips began to move slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My darling Jake," she whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush, my love," he said. "Rest. Shhh. Don't talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was insistent. "Jake," she said in her tired voice. "I have&lt;br /&gt;something I must confess to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Jake.&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's all right, go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. I must die in peace, Jake. I slept with your brother,&lt;br /&gt;your best friend and your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know darling," ....he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"That's why I poisoned you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8523111545976256156?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8523111545976256156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8523111545976256156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8523111545976256156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8523111545976256156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2010/01/marriage-joke.html' title='Marriage Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8103707478682410682</id><published>2010-01-26T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:33:51.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage joke.'/><title type='text'>Lost Wife Joke</title><content type='html'>Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to ask your help in locating my missing wife. We were on a wonderful trip to Africa for our honeymoon several months ago. On our flight back, we had a connection in England and somehow became separated. I had her paged for several hours and then contacted local and international police to assist me in locating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, all of our attempts to find her have been unsuccessful. I am now desperate to find my lost love and am trying to use the Internet to locate her. Please forward this to everyone you know so I can spread the word on locating my missing wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Richard Small&lt;br /&gt;Portland,&lt;br /&gt;Oregon,&lt;br /&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks search ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Small,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found your wife in Africa of all places. However, it is unknown how she got here, nor is she able to talk because of lockjaw, but we are under the impression that she does not want to leave. We have tried for several days to bring her back home, but she is insistent on staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enclosed a picture for you to see that she is okay. Do not worry, because she is in good hands here in this village. Please contact us if there is anything else you might want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nairobi Police Department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatscomedy.com/lostbride.htm#bride"&gt;Click here to see attached photo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8103707478682410682?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8103707478682410682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8103707478682410682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8103707478682410682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8103707478682410682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-wife-joke.html' title='Lost Wife Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3427221315325683920</id><published>2010-01-26T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:29:04.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage joke.'/><title type='text'>Cocksucker!</title><content type='html'>A young man is on a date with a young woman and they go parking.&lt;br /&gt;After some heavy petting the young man asks the young woman for&lt;br /&gt;oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", says the young woman, "you won't respect me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the young man is content to wait. After they had been dating a&lt;br /&gt;few months, the young man again asks the young woman for oral&lt;br /&gt;sex. Again she replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you won't respect me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the two get married and the husband asks his bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, please, we're married now. You know I love you and&lt;br /&gt;respect you. Can I please have oral sex?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she says "I just know that if I do that, you won't respect&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man waits. And waits... And waits.... After 20 years of&lt;br /&gt;marriage the man says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, we've been together 20 wonderful years now. We've raised&lt;br /&gt;three beautiful kids. You KNOW that I love you and respect you&lt;br /&gt;completely. How about oral sex, just once???? Please??????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wife finally gives in to her husband's wish and performs&lt;br /&gt;oral sex on him. After she is done they are lying in bed relaxing&lt;br /&gt;and the telephone rings. The husband turns to his wife and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Answer that you cocksucker."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3427221315325683920?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3427221315325683920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3427221315325683920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3427221315325683920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3427221315325683920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2010/01/cocksucker.html' title='Cocksucker!'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-872250515095992647</id><published>2010-01-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:24:03.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Joke: Capital of Sates'/><title type='text'>Blonde Joke: Capital of Sates</title><content type='html'>There was this blonde who just got sick and tired of all the&lt;br /&gt;blonde jokes she'd hear at the office. So one evening she went&lt;br /&gt;home and memorized all the state capitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office the next day, some guy started telling a Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Blonde joke. She interrupted him with a shrill announcement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had it up to here with these blonde jokes. I want you to&lt;br /&gt;know that this blonde went home last night and did something&lt;br /&gt;probably none of you could do...I memorized all the state&lt;br /&gt;capitals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys said "I don't believe you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "It's true. Just test me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. What is the capital of Alaska," he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-872250515095992647?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/872250515095992647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=872250515095992647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/872250515095992647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/872250515095992647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2010/01/blonde-joke-capital-af-sates.html' title='Blonde Joke: Capital of Sates'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2069990177197362371</id><published>2009-12-03T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:47:24.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwarf Jokes'/><title type='text'>Dwarf Joke</title><content type='html'>A little dwarf lady goes into her doctor's office complaining of&lt;br /&gt;an irritated crotch. After an examination the doctor sighs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't seem to see any problem. Does it get better or worse at&lt;br /&gt;any time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, its really bad whenever it rains." she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then," says the Doc, "Next time it rains, get in here at&lt;br /&gt;once, and we'll take another look at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later it's raining really hard, and the little lady&lt;br /&gt;shows up at the doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, it's really bad today. Please, you have to help me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let's have a look," he says as he lifts her up onto the&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, I think I see the problem. Nurse, bring me a surgical&lt;br /&gt;kit. Don't worry ma'am this won't hurt a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dwarf lady closes her eyes in painful anticipation. The&lt;br /&gt;doctor begins snipping away and finishes a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you go, ma'am, try that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks back and forth around the office and exclaims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great, Doc, what did you do?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the doctor replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just took a couple of inches off the top of your rain boots."&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2069990177197362371?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2069990177197362371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2069990177197362371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2069990177197362371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2069990177197362371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2009/12/dwarf-joke.html' title='Dwarf Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2093929204985860824</id><published>2009-12-03T22:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:43:27.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession jokes'/><title type='text'>Confession Joke</title><content type='html'>Two teenage boys turned up at church and the first went in for&lt;br /&gt;confession. He told the priest he'd had sex the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was the girl involved?" asked the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, it was dark," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Bernadette McLafferty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said he still didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Theresa O'Hare.........or Rosemary McGinty?" asked the&lt;br /&gt;priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, it was too dark," insisted the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could it have been Anne-Marie, the baker's daughter?" asked the&lt;br /&gt;priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy continued to deny any knowledge of the girl's identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the exasperated priest sent the boy away and told him to&lt;br /&gt;return when he could reveal the girl's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside his friend was waiting anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you get absolution?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw," said his pal, "but I got four good leads for this&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night!"&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2093929204985860824?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2093929204985860824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2093929204985860824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2093929204985860824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Englishmen just stare at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excusez-moi, parlez vous Francais?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two continue to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parlare Italiano?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hablan ustedes Espanol?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss guy drives off, extremely disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Englishman turns to the second and says, "Y'know, maybe&lt;br /&gt;we should learn a foreign language...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" says the other, "That bloke knew four languages, and it&lt;br /&gt;didn't do him any good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7604205539473471013?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2712234988440964332</id><published>2009-04-14T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:59:51.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOU Postcard Contest'/><title type='text'>WOU Postcard Contest</title><content type='html'>Detail here: &lt;a href="http://contest.wou.edu.my/"&gt;http://contest.wou.edu.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minutes submission....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SeRsTgiqApI/AAAAAAAAER8/6-QS0VDPbDc/s1600-h/postcard.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 405px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2009/04/wou-postcard-contest.html' title='WOU Postcard Contest'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SeRsTgiqApI/AAAAAAAAER8/6-QS0VDPbDc/s72-c/postcard.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4290172617454755686</id><published>2009-03-30T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:03:10.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assign a Gender to Nouns Joke'/><title type='text'>Assign a Gender to Nouns Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Washington Post Style Invitation, in which it was postulated that English should have male and female nouns, and readers were asked to assign a gender to nouns of their choice and explain their reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best submissions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWISS ARMY KNIFE&lt;/span&gt; - male, because even though it appears useful for a wide variety of work, it spends most of its time just opening bottles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIDNEYS&lt;/span&gt; -female, because they always go to the bathroom in pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIRE&lt;/span&gt; -male, because it goes bald and often is over-inflated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT AIR BALLOON&lt;/span&gt; - male, because to get it to go anywhere you have to light a fire under it... and, of course, there's the hot air part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPONGES&lt;/span&gt; - female, because they are soft and squeezable and retain water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEB PAGE&lt;/span&gt; - female, because it is always getting hit on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOE&lt;/span&gt; - male, because it is usually unpolished, with its tongue hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COPIER&lt;/span&gt; - female, because once turned off, it takes a while to warm up. Because it is an effective reproductive device when the right buttons are pushed. Because it can wreak havoc when the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong buttons are pushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZIPLOC BAGS&lt;/span&gt; - male, because they hold everything in, but you can always see right through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUBWAY&lt;/span&gt; - male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOURGLASS&lt;/span&gt; - female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAMMER&lt;/span&gt; - male, because it hasn't evolved much over the last 5000 years but it's handy to have around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REMOTE CONTROL&lt;/span&gt; - female...Ha!...you thought I'd say male. But consider, it gives man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4290172617454755686?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4290172617454755686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4290172617454755686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4290172617454755686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4290172617454755686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2009/03/assign-gender-to-nouns-joke.html' title='Assign a Gender to Nouns Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3726135328537008001</id><published>2009-03-30T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:58:07.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage joke.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man joke'/><title type='text'>Almost Married Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two guys meet after not having seen each other for many, many years. First guy asks the second guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How have things been going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second guy, speaking very slowly tells the first guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I   was   almost    married."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first guy says in amazement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, you don't stutter any more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer comes,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes,   I    went    to    a    doctor    and he    told    me    that    if    I    speak   slowly    I will    not    stutter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first friend congratulates him and than asks again about how he was almost married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well,    my    fiancee    and    I    were     sitting    on her    porch    and    the    dog    was    scratching    his back   and    I    told    her    that    when    we    are married,    she    can    do    that    for   me.    And    then she    threw    the   ring    in    my    face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why should she throw the ring in your face for that?"&lt;/span&gt; asks the first friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Well,    I    speak    so    slowly,    that    by    the time    she    looked    at    the    dog,    he    was licking    his    balls!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3726135328537008001?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3726135328537008001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3726135328537008001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3726135328537008001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3726135328537008001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-married-joke.html' title='Almost Married Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6487759709575817451</id><published>2009-03-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:52:47.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor joke'/><title type='text'>Smart Old Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple, both age 78, went to a sex therapist's office. The doctor asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What can I do for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you watch us have sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor looked puzzled, but agreed. When the couple finished, the doctor said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's nothing wrong with the way you have sex,"&lt;/span&gt; and charged them $50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This  happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an appointment, have sex with no problems, pay the doctor, then leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the doctor asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just exactly what are you trying to find out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"We're not trying to find out anything. She's married and we can't go to her house. I'm married and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $90. The Hilton charges $108.  We do it here for $50, .....and I get $43 back from Medicare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6487759709575817451?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6487759709575817451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6487759709575817451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6487759709575817451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6487759709575817451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2009/03/smart-old-couple.html' title='Smart Old Couple'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4914077143672987538</id><published>2008-12-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:08:21.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><title type='text'>Iraqi Journalist Throws Shoes at Bush</title><content type='html'>In this image from APTN video, a man throws a shoe at President George W. Bush during a news conference with Iraq Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki on Sunday, Dec. 14, 2008, in Baghdad. The man threw two shoes at Bush, one after another. Bush ducked both throws, and neither man was hit. President George W. Bush on Sunday hailed progress in the war that defines his presidency and got a size-10 reminder of his unpopularity when a man hurled two shoes at him during a news conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"This is a farewell kiss, you dog!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouted the protester in Arabic, later identified as Muntadar al-Zeidi, a correspondent for Al-Baghdadia television, an Iraqi-owned station based in Cairo, Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgV4AIyI/AAAAAAAADyk/-pJjFsOpcPc/s1600-h/kasut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgV4AIyI/AAAAAAAADyk/-pJjFsOpcPc/s400/kasut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877382440756002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgeNGKqI/AAAAAAAADys/cRnpxIZU7MM/s1600-h/kasut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgeNGKqI/AAAAAAAADys/cRnpxIZU7MM/s400/kasut3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877384676715170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkglyU4JI/AAAAAAAADy8/S2Sn9Mi_z1M/s1600-h/kasut5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkglyU4JI/AAAAAAAADy8/S2Sn9Mi_z1M/s400/kasut5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877386711916690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXlyOdIAgI/AAAAAAAADzE/v5SLQZkrkAg/s1600-h/kasut5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXlyOdIAgI/AAAAAAAADzE/v5SLQZkrkAg/s400/kasut5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279878789198250498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgjIyAPI/AAAAAAAADy0/PSKzUkBSGGI/s1600-h/kasut4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgjIyAPI/AAAAAAAADy0/PSKzUkBSGGI/s400/kasut4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279877386000793842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Yahoo News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Iraqi-journalist-throws-shoes-Bush-image-APTN-video-man-throws-shoe-President-George-W-Bush/ss/events/wl/121508bushshoe/im:/081214/481/b95e057088ec40f292d9fce0cb6e5722/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4914077143672987538?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4914077143672987538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4914077143672987538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4914077143672987538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4914077143672987538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/12/iraqi-journalist-throws-shoes-at-bush.html' title='Iraqi Journalist Throws Shoes at Bush'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SUXkgV4AIyI/AAAAAAAADyk/-pJjFsOpcPc/s72-c/kasut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1466689990798129205</id><published>2008-12-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:33:39.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicol david champion of champions'/><title type='text'>Jom Vote for Nicol Ann David Now!</title><content type='html'>Lets vote for Nicol now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.espnstar.com/games/champions-2008/vote/?username="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/ST5XY8QPCyI/AAAAAAAADxM/4RJzEiqjt4M/s400/vote+for+nicol+now.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277751899327499042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espnstar.com/games/champions-2008/vote/?username="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.espnstar.com/games/champions-2008/vote/?username=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1466689990798129205?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1466689990798129205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1466689990798129205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1466689990798129205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1466689990798129205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/12/jom-vote-for-nicol-ann-david-now.html' title='Jom Vote for Nicol Ann David Now!'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/ST5XY8QPCyI/AAAAAAAADxM/4RJzEiqjt4M/s72-c/vote+for+nicol+now.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6582926270048055847</id><published>2008-11-04T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:43:21.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog joke'/><title type='text'>Link From NASA Website</title><content type='html'>How to get link from NASA's website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, NASA as National Aeronautic And Space Administration, not any other funny acronym like Not Another Silly Acronym (NASA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SRAFfkFUZwI/AAAAAAAAC04/msctaQ-peIA/s1600-h/link+from+NASA+website.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SRAFfkFUZwI/AAAAAAAAC04/msctaQ-peIA/s400/link+from+NASA+website.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264714004216178434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, link from NASA. No kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEO expert will tell you how juicy link from any .gov website. Especially highly rated site as NASA. No way NASA create link to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me tell you how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://robotics.nasa.gov/rcc/redirect.php?url=%2F%2F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Replace those red colored address with your own url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Paste at address bar at your browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You will see page like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SRAIxHSL_7I/AAAAAAAAC1A/AG8vAfu_YOQ/s1600-h/link+from+NASA+website+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SRAIxHSL_7I/AAAAAAAAC1A/AG8vAfu_YOQ/s400/link+from+NASA+website+2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264717604258054066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just click to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walllah....! You got yourself visitor directly from NASA page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to try:&lt;a href="http://xrl.us/nasa1" target="_new"&gt; Link from NASA. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promote that long address to your friends and impress them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty sure search engine will not appreciate 'cheat link' like this. But who cares, fact that we got linkback from NASA page will always make us smile, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to make some friends in tonight Madagascar 2 premiere screening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6582926270048055847?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6582926270048055847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6582926270048055847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6582926270048055847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6582926270048055847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/11/link-from-nasa-website.html' title='Link From NASA Website'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SRAFfkFUZwI/AAAAAAAAC04/msctaQ-peIA/s72-c/link+from+NASA+website.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3950045027822051224</id><published>2008-10-21T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:52:58.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madagascar 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>I Like To Move It, Move It with Madagascar 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2wpeAUIiI/AAAAAAAACxA/G9muiOPDK_U/s1600-h/madagascar+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2wpeAUIiI/AAAAAAAACxA/G9muiOPDK_U/s400/madagascar+2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259554166314115618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No doubt one of the funniest cartoon movie ever made. I personally rate it on par with Shrek sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which one of Madagascar character is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpEcD-nI/AAAAAAAACwQ/4DisAeXw4jw/s1600-h/alex-sig1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpEcD-nI/AAAAAAAACwQ/4DisAeXw4jw/s200/alex-sig1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553059939547762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpVMYbnI/AAAAAAAACwY/TqUTdc4150Q/s1600-h/gloria-sig1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpVMYbnI/AAAAAAAACwY/TqUTdc4150Q/s200/gloria-sig1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553064437182066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpcbfwlI/AAAAAAAACwg/7eR_T19IJiw/s1600-h/julian-sig1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpcbfwlI/AAAAAAAACwg/7eR_T19IJiw/s200/julian-sig1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553066379625042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpgJOOPI/AAAAAAAACwo/sYm2t0q_XcI/s1600-h/marty-sig1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpgJOOPI/AAAAAAAACwo/sYm2t0q_XcI/s200/marty-sig1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553067376720114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpjUV01I/AAAAAAAACww/_mDJK2YwUHc/s1600-h/melman-sig1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2vpjUV01I/AAAAAAAACww/_mDJK2YwUHc/s200/melman-sig1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259553068228662098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and explore their website a lot of stuff you can watch, play and download. And for blogger, they even prepare all kind of widget for us to make play around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamworksanimation.com/adserve/mad2/widget/index.html"&gt;http://www.dreamworksanimation.com/adserve/mad2/widget/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2 movie trailer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="475" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A45jv8uhZwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A45jv8uhZwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="475" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3950045027822051224?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3950045027822051224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3950045027822051224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3950045027822051224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3950045027822051224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-like-to-move-it-move-it-with.html' title='I Like To Move It, Move It with Madagascar 2!'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq3_4kpRdy8/SP2wpeAUIiI/AAAAAAAACxA/G9muiOPDK_U/s72-c/madagascar+2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7788384089744480617</id><published>2008-09-05T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:30:54.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Angry Mummy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's a sunny morning in the Big Forest and the Bear family is just waking up. Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who's been eating my porridge?"&lt;/span&gt; he squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl. It is also empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who's been eating my porridge?"&lt;/span&gt; he roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For Pete's sake, how many times do we have to go through this? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everybody else in the house up. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who went out into the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper. It was Mummy Bear who set the table. It was Mummy Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; filled the cat's water &amp;amp; food dish. And now that you've decided to come down stairs and grace me with your presence.... listen good because I'm only going to say this one more time...I haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made the !@#$% porridge yet!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7788384089744480617?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7788384089744480617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7788384089744480617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7788384089744480617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7788384089744480617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry-mummy-bear.html' title='Angry Mummy Bear'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1887983183153849792</id><published>2008-09-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:06:26.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Alternative Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;The Washington Post published a contest for readers in which they were asked to supply alternate meanings for various words. The following were some of the winning entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Coffee (n.), a person who is coughed upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Gargoyle (n.), an olive-flavored mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Flatulence (n.) the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified demeanor assumed by a proctologist immediately before he examines you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddish expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Circumvent (n.), the opening in the front of boxer shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that, when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Pokemon (n), A Jamaican proctologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1887983183153849792?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1887983183153849792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1887983183153849792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1887983183153849792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1887983183153849792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/09/alternative-meaning.html' title='Alternative Meaning'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-885582926369635075</id><published>2008-09-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:01:03.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver'/><title type='text'>Do Not Put Woman Behind Stearing Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Two elderly women share the driving back and forth to church on Sundays. This particular Sunday they were out driving in their large car -- both could barely see over the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were cruising along they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but they just went right on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel, the woman in the passenger seat thought to herself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I must be losing it, I could have sworn we just went through a red light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more minutes they came to another intersection. The light was red and again they went right through, narrowly missing a turning vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Ethel was almost sure that the light had been red but was still concerned that she might be mistaken. She was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention to the road and the next intersection to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they went right through almost hitting a pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel turned to the other woman and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mildred! Did you know you just ran through three red lights in a row! You could have killed us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred turned to her and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh, am I driving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-885582926369635075?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/885582926369635075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=885582926369635075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/885582926369635075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/885582926369635075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-not-put-woman-behind-stearing-wheel.html' title='Do Not Put Woman Behind Stearing Wheel'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6114202277246862429</id><published>2008-09-03T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:02:22.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Shrink in Cold Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This British explorer is in the dark jungle, going where no Western man has  gone before. Accompanying him is his trusted guide, interpreter, cook, and  troubleshooter all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day early in the morning, they arrive at a  lake and find a handsome dark young man taking a morning swim. When he got  to shore and stood up the explorer couldn't help but notice the size&lt;br /&gt;of  his penis. The young man had the longest, thickest penis he had ever seen, or  even imagined. He was simply awed. He asked his guide who this man  was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"He is the prince of the tribe that lives on the other side  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; the lake, Sir,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"This is his morning ritual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Ask  him,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the awed Brit said to his companion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"how did his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; penis get to be this  size?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guide goes to the lake and talks to the man, who seems to  get very agitated by the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Well, what did he say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; asked  our hero to his assistant on his return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;He said, 'Doesn't the white  man's shrink in cold water?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6114202277246862429?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6114202277246862429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6114202277246862429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6114202277246862429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6114202277246862429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/09/shrink-in-cold-water.html' title='Shrink in Cold Water'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5340325595168600557</id><published>2008-04-10T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:55:39.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>Is it better to be a jock or a nerd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Consider Michael Jordan, having "retired," with $40 million in endorsements, he makes $178,100 a day, working or not. If he sleeps 7 hours a night, he makes $52,000 every night while visions of sugarplums dance in his head. If he goes to see a movie, it'll cost him $7.00, but he'll make $18,550 while he's there. If he decides to have a 5 minute egg, he'll make $618 while boiling it. He makes $7,415/hour more than minimum wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll make $3,710 while watching each episode of Friends. If he wanted to save up for a new Acura NSX ($90,000) it would take him a whole 12 hours. If someone were to hand him his salary and endorsement money, they would have to do it at the rate of $2.00 very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll probably pay around $200 for a nice round of golf, but will be reimbursed $33,390 for that round. Assuming he puts the federal maximum of 15% of his income into a tax deferred account (401k), his contributions will hit the federal cap of $10,500 at 845am on January 1st. If you were given a penny for every 10 dollars he made, you'd be living comfortably at $65,000 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll make about $19.60 while watching the 100 meter dash in the Olympics, and about $15,600 during the Boston Marathon. While the common person is spending about $20 for a meal in his trendy Chicago restaurant, he'll pull in about $5600. This year, he'll make more than twice as much as all U.S. past presidents for all&lt;br /&gt;of their terms combined. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... If Jordan saves 100% of his income for the next 500 years, he'll still have less than Bill Gates has at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game over. Nerd wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5340325595168600557?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5340325595168600557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5340325595168600557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5340325595168600557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5340325595168600557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-better-to-be-jock-or-nerd.html' title='Is it better to be a jock or a nerd?'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7975484244268757186</id><published>2008-04-08T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:50:18.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Cruel Golf Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;A husband and wife were out golfing together one day when they came upon a tough par 4 hole. The husband hooked his drive deep into the woods and proclaimed that he would have to chip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wife said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe not, dear! Do you see that barn over there? If I open the doors on both sides, I do believe you could hit it right through and reach the green."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband agrees to give it a try, but when he hits the ball it goes straight through the first doors of the barn, hits the crossbeam, ricochets back and hits his wife square in the head, killing her stone dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about a year goes by and the man is golfing with a friend. He finds himself on the same hole, with the same results: a hook deep in the woods. He is all set to chip out when his friend runs up to him and says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wait! Do you see that barn over there? If I open the doors on both sides, I think you can still reach the green."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No way," replies the man, "I tried that last year and got a 7."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7975484244268757186?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7975484244268757186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7975484244268757186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7975484244268757186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7975484244268757186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/04/cruel-golf-joke.html' title='Cruel Golf Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-434124949959353975</id><published>2008-04-05T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:46:42.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Sample or References?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;Morris the matchmaker approached a single woman and told her he had a husband for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm ashamed to bring this up,&lt;/span&gt;" he said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"but the man wants to be sure you are compatible in bed. He wants... a sample."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was shocked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Such a thing you ask a virtuous woman? Such a crude person would suggest such a thing? He must be a barnyard animal, not a gentleman. What kind of a woman does he think I am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matchmaker, trying to earn a fee, said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's a business man. He buys goods in the market and he sells goods. By him, it's not a big deal... just a sample."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought a minute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's a business man? So tell him I don't give samples. If he wants, I can give him 50 or 60 references."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-434124949959353975?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/434124949959353975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=434124949959353975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/434124949959353975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/434124949959353975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/04/sample-or-references.html' title='Sample or References?'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2923962052839816014</id><published>2008-03-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:20:22.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I.T'/><title type='text'>When I.T Guy Try to be Funny</title><content type='html'>1. When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's&lt;br /&gt;art. We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When an I.T. person says he's coming right over, go for coffee. That way you won't be there when we need your password. It's nothing for us to remember 700 screen saver passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you call the help desk, state what you want, not what's keeping you from getting it. We don't need to know that you can't get into your mail because your computer won't power on at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I.T. support sends you an E-Mail with high importance, delete it at once. We're just testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out. We exist only to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Send urgent email all in uppercase. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When the photocopier doesn't work, call computer support. There's electronics in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person's chair with no name, no phone number and no description of the problem. We love a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don't have cartridges in them, argue. We love a good argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When an I.T. person tells you that he'll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?" That motivates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When the printer won't print, re-send the job at least 20 times. Print jobs frequently get sucked into black holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the printer still won't print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the company. One of them is bound to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't learn the proper term for anything technical. We know exactly what you mean by "My thingy blew up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't use on-line help. On-line help is for wimps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2923962052839816014?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2923962052839816014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2923962052839816014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2923962052839816014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2923962052839816014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-it-try-to-be-funny.html' title='When I.T Guy Try to be Funny'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3695263759169151923</id><published>2008-03-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:09:38.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Gay Firefighter</title><content type='html'>The firemen finally get a huge fire under control, and Chief Brown has all of  his men accounted for except Olson and Rosolino. After a few minutes' search,  the chief looks down an alley, and there's Rosolino, leaning over a trash  can. His pants are down to his ankles, and Olson is banging away from  behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Brown says, "What the hell is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olson says,  "Rosolino passed out from smoke inhalation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief says, "Smoke  inhalation? You're supposed to give him&lt;br /&gt;mouth-to-mouth  resuscitation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olson says, "I did, Chief, but then one thing led to  another..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3695263759169151923?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3695263759169151923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3695263759169151923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3695263759169151923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3695263759169151923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/gay-firefighter.html' title='Gay Firefighter'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6709711101608914307</id><published>2008-03-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:05:29.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid girl'/><title type='text'>Gold Earrings</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to the doctors, and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor, I've got a bit of a  problem. I'll have to take my clothes off to show you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor  tells her to go behind the screen and disrobe. She does so, and the doctor  goes round to see her when she is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what is it?" he  asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a bit embarrassing," she replies, "These two green  circles have appeared on the inside of my thighs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor examines  her and finally admits he has no idea what the cause is. Then he suddenly asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been having an affair with a gypsy lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  woman blushes and says, "Well, actually I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the problem,"  the doctor says, "Tell him his earrings aren't made of real gold."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6709711101608914307?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6709711101608914307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6709711101608914307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6709711101608914307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6709711101608914307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/gold-earrings.html' title='Gold Earrings'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6257938238233940456</id><published>2008-03-24T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:02:32.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Children's Books That Didn't Make It</title><content type='html'>for obvious reason of cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You Are Different and  That's Bad&lt;br /&gt;2. The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad's New  Wife Robert&lt;br /&gt;4. Fun Four-Letter Words to Know and Share&lt;br /&gt;5. Hammers,  Screwdrivers and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It Book&lt;br /&gt;6. The Kids' Guide to  Hitchhiking&lt;br /&gt;7. Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her&lt;br /&gt;8. Curious  George and the High-Voltage Fence&lt;br /&gt;9. All Cats Go to Hell&lt;br /&gt;10. The Little  Sissy Who Snitched&lt;br /&gt;11. Some Kittens Can Fly.&lt;br /&gt;12. That's It; I'm Putting  You Up for Adoption&lt;br /&gt;13. Grandpa Gets a Casket&lt;br /&gt;14. The Magic World Inside  the Abandoned Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;15. Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia&lt;br /&gt;16. The  Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;17. Strangers Have the Best Candy&lt;br /&gt;18.  Whining, Kicking and Crying to Get Your Way&lt;br /&gt;19. You Were an Accident&lt;br /&gt;20.  Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will&lt;br /&gt;21. Pop Goes The Hamster &amp;amp;  Other Microwave Games&lt;br /&gt;22. The Man in the Moon Is Actually Satan&lt;br /&gt;23. Your  Nightmares Are Real&lt;br /&gt;24. Where Would You Like to Be Buried?&lt;br /&gt;25. Eggs,  Toilet Paper, and Your School&lt;br /&gt;26. Why Can't Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical  Outlet Be Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\n27. Places Where Mommy and Daddy Hide Neat Things\u003cbr /\u003e\n28. Daddy Drinks Because You Cry\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e_____________________________\u003cbr /\u003e\n______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e_____________________________\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\nCheck out the net\'s funniest e-Book... That\'s Comedy! 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Daddy Drinks Because  You Cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6257938238233940456?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6257938238233940456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6257938238233940456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6257938238233940456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6257938238233940456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/childrens-books-that-didnt-make-it.html' title='Children&apos;s Books That Didn&apos;t Make It'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-860431917887660463</id><published>2008-03-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:58:58.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man'/><title type='text'>Games When We Are Older</title><content type='html'>1. Sag, You're it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pin the Toupee on  the bald guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 20 questions shouted into your good ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kick the  bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Doc Doc  Goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Simon says something incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hide and go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Spin  the Bottle of Mylanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Musical recliners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-860431917887660463?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/860431917887660463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=860431917887660463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/860431917887660463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/860431917887660463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/games-when-we-are-older.html' title='Games When We Are Older'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7985006089803388978</id><published>2008-03-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:57:15.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Generic Name for Viagra</title><content type='html'>As everyone know, in pharmacology, all drugs have a generic name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tylenol is  Acetaminophen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advil is Ibuprofen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogaine is Monoxidil; and so  on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra,  and announced today that they have settled on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mycoxafloppin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7985006089803388978?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7985006089803388978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7985006089803388978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7985006089803388978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7985006089803388978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/generic-name-for-viagra.html' title='Generic Name for Viagra'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2703165350180008433</id><published>2008-03-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:55:06.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man and woman'/><title type='text'>Naughty Doctor</title><content type='html'>A young woman visited her doctor complaining of a bed wetting problem. The  doctor asked her the usual questions and then asked her to go behind the  screen and remove her clothes. She was a bit shocked but went ahead  anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was undressed he asked her to stand on her hands  in front of and facing a full length mirror. The young woman was even more  shocked but if it would help solve her problem she thought she had better do  what the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she was in position the doctor asked her  to open her legs and when she did he put his head between them and rested  his chin right on her private parts. After a few moments and some very  positive "Yes, uh huh, Yes" type noises, the doctor instructed her to get  dressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the doctor sat her down and informed her that  the main cause of her problem was just that she was drinking far too much  liquid before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what did the exercise in front of the  mirror tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "my wife is right, a beard  would suit me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2703165350180008433?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2703165350180008433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2703165350180008433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2703165350180008433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2703165350180008433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/naughty-doctor.html' title='Naughty Doctor'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1259844909723531014</id><published>2008-03-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:23:22.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man and woman'/><title type='text'>International List</title><content type='html'>On a beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere, the following people are stranded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman&lt;br /&gt;2 French men and 1 French woman&lt;br /&gt;2 German men and 1 German woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Thais men and 1 Thai woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman&lt;br /&gt;2 English men and 1 English woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Polish men and 1 Polish woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman&lt;br /&gt;2 American men and 1 American woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Australian men and 1 Australian woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Welsh men and 1 Welsh woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Singaporean men and 1 Singaporean woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later, the following things have occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two French men and the French woman are living happily together as a threesome and having loads of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two German men have a strict weekly schedule when they alternate with the German woman who has twisted some palm fronds into strands for making ropes and whips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Thais men do nothing since they have nothing to pay to the Thai woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning, cooking and ironing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Polish men took a long look at the endless shark infested ocean and then a look at the Polish woman...and started swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide, while the American woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything that they can do, the equal division of household chores, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her much nicer and how her relationship with her mother is improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are waiting for instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Irish men divided the island into North and South and have each set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is an alternative because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Australian men got drunk and beat each other senseless fighting over the Australian woman, who in turn, is checking out all the other men, sure that she can do better than 'Bloody Australian Wankers!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Welsh men have disregarded the Welsh woman and are searching the island for sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Singaporean men waiting for their government instruction and auguring should they screw the Singaporean woman without a condom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1259844909723531014?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1259844909723531014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1259844909723531014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1259844909723531014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1259844909723531014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/international-list.html' title='International List'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4319561647948113936</id><published>2008-03-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:17:04.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>How to Screw Someone Wife</title><content type='html'>A man and his wife had been stranded on a deserted island for many years. The  morning following a bad storm, a new guy washes up on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  new guy and the wife are VERY attracted to each other right away, but they  realize that certain protocols will have to be observed. The husband,  oblivious to the new chemistry floating&lt;br /&gt;around, is very glad to see the  second man there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is wonderful! Now we'll be able to have three  people doing 8-hour shifts in the watchtower instead of two people doing  12-hour shifts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new man is only too happy to help, and in fact  volunteers to do the first shift. He climbs up the tall tower and stands  watch, scanning the ocean horizon for any ships. Soon the husband and&lt;br /&gt;wife  start placing stones in a circle in order to make a fire to cook supper. The  new man yells down: "Hey, no screwing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look at each other and yell  back: "We're not screwing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, they start to put  driftwood into the stone circle. Again the new man yells down: "Heeey, no  screwing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again they yell back, "We're not screwing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they  are putting palm leaves on the roof of the shack to patch leaks. Once again  the new man yells down from high above: "Hey, I said no  screwing!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They yell back, "And we said we're not  screwing!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the shift is over and the new man climbs down from  the tower and the husband starts to climb up. By the time he gets half-way  up, his wife and the new man are already screwing their&lt;br /&gt;brains out. Once at  the top, the husband turns around and looks down and says to  himself:&lt;br /&gt;"Son-of-a-gun. From up here it DOES look like they're screwing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4319561647948113936?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4319561647948113936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4319561647948113936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4319561647948113936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4319561647948113936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-screw-someone-wife.html' title='How to Screw Someone Wife'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8017188597308154763</id><published>2008-03-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:13:42.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>I Hate Celine Dion</title><content type='html'>Two men, sentenced to die in the electric chair on the same day, were led  down to the room in which they would meet their maker. The priest had given  them last rites, the warden had given the formal speech, and a final prayer  had been said among the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warden, turning to the first  man, solemnly asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, do you have a last request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which  the man replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, I do. I love Celine Dion. Could you please  play her latest CD for me one last time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," replied the  warden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to the other man and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what  about you, son? What is your final request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," said the condemned  man, "kill me first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8017188597308154763?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8017188597308154763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8017188597308154763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8017188597308154763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8017188597308154763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-celine-dion.html' title='I Hate Celine Dion'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3212800674007753738</id><published>2008-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:11:40.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handicap people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>Toiletless Bar</title><content type='html'>A man with no arms walked in to a bar and asked for a beer. The bartender  shoved the foaming glass in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," said the customer, "I  have no arms - would you please hold the glass up to my  mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure", said the bartender, and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the  customer, "I wonder if you'd be so kind as to get my handkerchief out of my  pocket and wipe the foam off my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly." And it was  done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you'd reach in my right hand pants pocket," said the  armless man, "you'll find the money for the beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender got  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been very kind," said the customer. "Just one thing  more. Where is the men's room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out the door," said the bartender,  "turn left, walk two blocks, and there's one in a filling station on the  corner, no men's room in this bar... sorry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3212800674007753738?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3212800674007753738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3212800674007753738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3212800674007753738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3212800674007753738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/toiletless-bar.html' title='Toiletless Bar'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1887092030418012738</id><published>2008-03-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:08:40.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Blonde Joke: Car Sex</title><content type='html'>A blonde went out on a date with her boyfriend to the movies. After the movie  he took her to quite romantic mountain, parked the car and started to kiss  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things progressed they started fondling each other.  Before long they were ready to make love. He asked her if she would  like to get in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He unbuttoned her  blouse and began fondling her breasts and once again he asked her if she  would like to get in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she said, "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more  and more of her clothing came off he became really hot and excited. Once  again he asked her "Would you like to get in the back seat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again  she said, "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated he asked "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she  replied "I want to stay in the front seat with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1887092030418012738?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1887092030418012738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1887092030418012738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1887092030418012738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1887092030418012738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/blonde-joke-car-sex.html' title='Blonde Joke: Car Sex'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-208843378321954809</id><published>2008-03-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:05:59.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><title type='text'>Sex Joke</title><content type='html'>A couple has a male friend visiting from out-of-state, when an unexpected blizzard blows in, and keeps him from traveling. Since the couple has no guest room, he states his intention to find a nearby hotel, and be on his way in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense," says the wife. "Our bed is plenty big enough for all three of us, and we're all friends here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband concurs, and before long they're settled in: Husband in the middle, wife on his left, friend on his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the husband begins snoring, and the wife sneaks over to the friend's side of the bed, and invites him to have sex with her. Naturally, he'd like to, but he's reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're in the same bed with your husband! He'll wake up, and he'll kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about him," she says, "he's such a sound sleeper, he'll never notice. If you don't believe me, just yank a hair out of his ass. He won't even wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the friend does so, and sure enough, she's right. Her husband sleeps right through having a hair yanked out of his ass. So, she and the friend have sex, and then she goes back to her side of&lt;br /&gt;the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about twenty minutes, though, she's back on his side of the bed, asking him to do it again. The same argument follows, another hair is yanked from the husband's ass, and again they&lt;br /&gt;have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keeps up for about half the night, until after about the sixth time, when the wife goes back to her side. The husband rolls over, and whispers to his friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I don't care if you screw my wife, but could you please quit using my ass for a scoreboard?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-208843378321954809?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/208843378321954809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=208843378321954809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/208843378321954809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/208843378321954809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/sex-joke.html' title='Sex Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-766605517239814910</id><published>2008-03-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:01:33.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Skiing...!</title><content type='html'>Three guys go to a ski lodge, and there aren't enough rooms, so they have to share a bed. In the middle of the night, the guy on the right wakes up and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had this wild, vivid dream of getting a hand job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the left wakes up, and unbelievably, he's had the same dream, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy in the middle wakes up and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's funny, I dreamed I was skiing!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-766605517239814910?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/766605517239814910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=766605517239814910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/766605517239814910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/766605517239814910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/03/skiing.html' title='Skiing...!'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5472555346383990319</id><published>2008-02-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:08:54.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>Men are like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Placemats. They only show up when there's food on the  table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Mascara. They usually run at the first sign  of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Bike helmets. Handy in an emergency,  but otherwise they just look silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Government  bonds. They take so long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Copiers. You need  them for reproduction, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Lava  lamps. Fun to look at, but not all that bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Bank  accounts. Without a lot of money, they don't generate much  interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... High heels. They're easy to walk on once  you get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Men are like&lt;/span&gt;..... Curling irons. They're  always hot, and they're always in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys.... is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5472555346383990319?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5472555346383990319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5472555346383990319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5472555346383990319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5472555346383990319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/men-are-like.html' title='Men are like...'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3619729676573825202</id><published>2008-02-20T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:05:30.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>Court Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to the stand in a trial - a grand motherly, elderly woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the woman and asked, &lt;i&gt;"Mrs. Brown, do you know me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded, &lt;i&gt;"Why, yes, I do know you Billy Williams. I've known you since you were a young boy. And frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a rising big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across the room and asked, &lt;i&gt;"Mrs. Brown, do you know the defense attorney?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, &lt;i&gt;"Why, yes I do. I've known Tommy Bradley since he was a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too, has been a real disappointment to me. He's lazy, bigoted, he has a drinking problem. The man can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire state. Yes, I know him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called both lawyers to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with menace, &lt;i&gt;"If either of you asks her if she knows me, you'll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;be in jail for contempt within 5 minutes!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3619729676573825202?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3619729676573825202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3619729676573825202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3619729676573825202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3619729676573825202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/court-joke.html' title='Court Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1999046756924533106</id><published>2008-02-20T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:59:19.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Birdie Joke</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a guy sunbathing in the nude. He saw a little  girl coming toward him, so he covered himself with the newspaper he was  reading. The girl came up to him and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you have under the  newspaper?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A bird,"&lt;/span&gt; the guy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl walked away, and  the guy fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a hospital in tremendous pain.  When the police asked him what happened, the guy replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't  know. I was lying on the beach, this little girl asked me about my privates,  and the next thing I know is I'm here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police went back to the  beach, found the girl, and asked her, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you do to the man who was  sunbathing here?"&lt;/span&gt; After a pause, the girl replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To him? Nothing. I  was playing with the bird and it spit on me, so I broke its neck, cracked its  eggs, and set its nest on fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1999046756924533106?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1999046756924533106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1999046756924533106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1999046756924533106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1999046756924533106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/birdie-joke.html' title='Birdie Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2923561915299636074</id><published>2008-02-20T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:55:52.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Stupid Blonde</title><content type='html'>There was a competition to swim across the English Channel doing only the  breaststroke. Three women entered the race, a brunette, a redhead and a  blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approximately 14 hours, the brunette staggered up on  the shore and was declared the fastest breaststroker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 40 minutes  later, the redhead crawled up on the shore and was declared the second place  finisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 6 hours after that, the blonde finally came ashore  and promptly collapsed in front of the worried onlookers. When  the reporters asked why it took her so long to complete the race,  she&lt;br /&gt;replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't want to sound like I'm a sore loser, but I think  those two other girls were using their arms...I dont think their big enough for the swim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2923561915299636074?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2923561915299636074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2923561915299636074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2923561915299636074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2923561915299636074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-blonde.html' title='Stupid Blonde'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3109971416078008477</id><published>2008-02-20T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:52:15.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>Lawyer Joke</title><content type='html'>One afternoon, a wealthy lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine when  he saw two men eating grass by the roadside. He ordered his driver to stop  and he got out to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are you eating grass?"&lt;/span&gt; he asked one  man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We don't have any money for food."&lt;/span&gt; the poor man  replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, come along with me then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But sir, I have a wife  with two children!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bring them along! And you, come with us too!"&lt;/span&gt;, he  said to the other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with six children!"&lt;/span&gt; the  second man answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bring them as well!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed  into the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limo.  Once underway, one of the poor fellows says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir, you are too kind. Thank  you for taking all of us with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No problem,  the grass at my home is about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two feet tall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3109971416078008477?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3109971416078008477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3109971416078008477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3109971416078008477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3109971416078008477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/lawyer-joke.html' title='Lawyer Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7950619736032128803</id><published>2008-02-11T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:24:33.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smuggler'/><title type='text'>Clever Smuggler</title><content type='html'>A fellow tries to cross the Mexican border on a bicycle with two big bags  balanced on his shoulders. The border guard asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What's in the  bags?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guard wants to examine them.  The fellow gets off the bike, places the bags on the ground, opens them up,  and the guard inspects...only to find sand. The fellow packs the sand into  the&lt;br /&gt;bags, places them on his shoulders, and pedals the bike across the  border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, the same situation is repeated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What  have you there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We want to examine it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same  results...nothing but sand and the fellow is on his way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  two weeks for a year the inspections continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the border  guard retires and one day he happens to see the guy downtown. He says to the  fellow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buddy, you drove me crazy. I know you were smuggling  something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For 30 years I was a border guard and I thought I'd  seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything, but I was never been able to figure out what you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; up  to. I won't say anything, but what were you smuggling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow says,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;----&gt; "Bicycles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7950619736032128803?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7950619736032128803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7950619736032128803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7950619736032128803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7950619736032128803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/clever-smuggler.html' title='Clever Smuggler'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-451877544759570321</id><published>2008-02-11T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:21:19.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Funny Sports Commentator's Quotes</title><content type='html'>"And here's Moses Kiptanui, the 19 year old Kenyan, who turned 20 a few weeks ago." (David Coleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a great advantage to be able to hurdle with both legs" (David Coleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We now have exactly the same situation as we had at the start of the race, only exactly the opposite." (Murray Walker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Cameroon in the 1990 world cup finals: "We didn't underestimate them. They were just a lot better than we thought." (Bobby Robson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the difficulties of adjusting to playing football and living in Italy: "It was like being in a foreign country." (Ian Rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Hill: "Don't sit on the fence Terry. What chance do you think Germany has of getting through?&lt;br /&gt;Terry Venables: "I think it's 50-50."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in a no-win situation, so I'm glad that I won rather than lost." (Frank Bruno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's going to be a real ding-dong when the bell goes." (David Coleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is Brendan Foster, by himself, with 20,000 people." (David Coleman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The lead car is absolutely unique, except for the one behind it which is identical." (Murray Walker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father." (Greg Norman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There have been injuries and deaths in boxing, but none of them serious." (Alan Minter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch the time. It gives you an indication of how fast they are running." (Ron Pickering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just under 10 seconds for Nigel Mansel. Call it 9.5 seconds in round numbers." (Murray Walker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A brain Scan revealed that Andrew Caddick is not suffering from stress fracture of the shin." (Jo Sheldon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's inches away from being millimetre perfect." (Ted Lowe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll fight Lloyd Honeyghan for nothing if the price is right." (Marlon Starling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again." (Terry Venables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell who's leading. It's either Oxford or Cambridge." (John Snagge - Boat Race between Oxford and Cambridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Queen's Park Oval, exactly as its name suggests, is absolutely round." (Tony Crozier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-451877544759570321?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/451877544759570321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=451877544759570321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/451877544759570321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/451877544759570321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-sports-commentators-quotes.html' title='Funny Sports Commentator&apos;s Quotes'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3212027899602615352</id><published>2008-02-11T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:50:07.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='businessman'/><title type='text'>Clever Businessman</title><content type='html'>I was in the VIP lounge last week en route to Seattle. Whilst in&lt;br /&gt;the lounge,  I noticed Bill Gates sitting on the Chesterfield&lt;br /&gt;enjoying a cognac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","I was meeting with a very important client who was also flying to\u003cbr /\u003eSeattle with me but she was running a bit late. Being a forward\u003cbr /\u003etype of guy, I approached Mr. Gates and introduced myself. I\u003cbr /\u003eexplained to him that I was conducting some very important\u003cbr /\u003ebusiness and how much I would appreciate it if he could throw a\u003cbr /\u003equick \u0026quot;Hello, Dean\u0026quot; at me while I was with my client.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eHe agreed.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTen minutes later while I was conversing with my client, I felt a\u003cbr /\u003etap on my shoulder.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eIt was Bill Gates. I turned around and looked up at him.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eHe said \u0026quot;Hi Dean, what\'s happening?\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTo which I replied \u0026quot;Piss off Gates, I\'m in a meeting.\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e___\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e___\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e \u0026nbsp;LOOKING TO BECOME A SUCCESSFUL REAL ESTATE AGENT?\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThousands of people just like you are starting a new career in\u003cbr /\u003ereal estate, making fantastic money, \u0026amp; enjoying the lifestyle\u003cbr /\u003ethey\'ve always wanted. Now it\'s your turn...\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eBeing a real estate agent is easily one of the most rewarding\u003cbr /\u003ecareers you can take on, but only if you do it right.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eMy name is Theresa Cohen, and I\'ve just written a new report that\u003cbr /\u003ewill teach you all the insider\'s secrets for diving head first\u003cbr /\u003einto the real estate industry, and gaining an instant competitive\u003cbr /\u003eedge once you\'re there.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eClick the link below to get my Free course: \u0026quot;5 Secrets To Quickly\u003cbr /\u003eBecoming A Successful Real Estate Agent\u0026quot;(they work every time!)\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\" href\u003d\"http://tc-mail.com/link.php?id\u003d664b5bfrealestate\" target\u003d_blank\u003ehttp://tc-mail.com/link.php?id\u003cwbr /\u003e\u003d664b5bfrealestate\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e___\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; I was meeting with a very important client who was also flying to&lt;br /&gt;Seattle  with me but she was running a bit late. Being a forward&lt;br /&gt;type of guy, I  approached Mr. Gates and introduced myself. I&lt;br /&gt;explained to him that I was  conducting some very important&lt;br /&gt;business and how much I would appreciate it if  he could throw a&lt;br /&gt;quick "Hello, Dean" at me while I was with my  client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later while I was conversing with  my client, I felt a&lt;br /&gt;tap on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Bill Gates. I turned  around and looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi Dean, what's  happening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Piss off Gates, I'm in a meeting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3212027899602615352?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3212027899602615352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3212027899602615352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3212027899602615352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3212027899602615352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/clever-businessman.html' title='Clever Businessman'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3284620563635116480</id><published>2008-02-11T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:44:40.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proctologist Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Proctologist Joke</title><content type='html'>A proctologist walked into a bank and prepared to endorse a&lt;br /&gt;check. He pulled  a rectal thermometer out of his pocket and tried&lt;br /&gt;to "write" with  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing his mistake he looked at the thermometer with  annoyance&lt;br /&gt;and exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How do you like that? Some asshole's got my  pen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch...! Hahahahhahhaa......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3284620563635116480?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3284620563635116480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3284620563635116480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3284620563635116480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3284620563635116480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/proctologist-joke.html' title='Proctologist Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6942154826774132680</id><published>2008-02-11T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:43:38.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man'/><title type='text'>Dentist Joke</title><content type='html'>A dinner speaker was in such a hurry to get to his engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","that when he arrived and sat down at the head table, he suddenly\u003cbr /\u003erealized that he had forgotten his false teeth.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eTurning to the man next to him he said, \u0026quot;I forgot my teeth!\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe man said, \u0026quot;No problem.\u0026quot; With that he reached into his pocket\u003cbr /\u003eand pulled out a pair of false teeth. \u0026quot;Try these,\u0026quot; he said.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe speaker tried them. \u0026quot;Thanks, but they\'re too loose,\u0026quot; he said.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe man then said, \u0026quot;I have another pair...try these.\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe speaker tried them and responded, \u0026quot;Too tight.\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe man was not taken back at all. He then said, \u0026quot;I have one more\u003cbr /\u003epair... try them.\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe speaker said, \u0026quot;They fit perfectly!\u0026quot; With that he ate his meal\u003cbr /\u003eand gave his address.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eAfter the dinner meeting was over, the speaker went over to thank\u003cbr /\u003ethe man who had helped him. \u0026quot;I want to thank you for coming to my\u003cbr /\u003eaid. Where is your office? I\'ve been looking for a good dentist.\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eThe man replied, \u0026quot;Oh I\'m not a dentist. I work at the morgue..\u0026quot;\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e___\u003cbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e______________________________\u003cwbr /\u003e___\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e.............. 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When we find them, we are\u003cbr /\u003equick to bring them to you, our funny customers, and we are proud\u003cbr /\u003eto have the latest and the greatest when it comes to funny\u003cbr /\u003enovelties.\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eclick The Link Below To See Our Latest Additions of Hilarious\u003cbr /\u003ePranks, Practical Jokes \u0026amp; Gag Gifts ............................\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003ca onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\" href\u003d\"http://tc-mail.com/link.php?id\u003d664b5bfpranks\" target\u003d_blank\u003ehttp://tc-mail.com/link.php?id\u003cwbr /\u003e\u003d664b5bfpranks\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u0026lt;a href\u003d\u0026quot;\u003ca onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\" href\u003d\"http://tc-mail.com/link.php?id\u003d664b5bfpranks\" target\u003d_blank\u003e",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; that when he arrived and sat down at the head table, he suddenly&lt;br /&gt;realized  that he had forgotten his false teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the man next to him he  said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I forgot my teeth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No problem."&lt;/span&gt; With that he  reached into his pocket&lt;br /&gt;and pulled out a pair of false teeth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Try these,"&lt;/span&gt; he  said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker tried them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks, but they're too loose,"&lt;/span&gt; he  said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have another pair...try these."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  speaker tried them and responded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Too tight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was not taken back  at all. He then said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have one more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pair... try them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker  said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They fit perfectly!"&lt;/span&gt; With that he ate his meal&lt;br /&gt;and gave his  address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner meeting was over, the speaker went over to  thank&lt;br /&gt;the man who had helped him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want to thank you for coming to  my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aid. Where is your office? I've been looking for a good  dentist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oh I'm not a dentist. I work at the morgue.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6942154826774132680?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6942154826774132680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6942154826774132680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6942154826774132680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6942154826774132680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/dentist-joke.html' title='Dentist Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7700744489744283121</id><published>2008-02-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:51:17.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Not Another Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;• she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;• she tried to put M&amp;amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought Boyz II Men was a day care center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• she thought Eartha Kitt was a set of garden tools.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought General Motors was in the army.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought TuPac Shakur was a Jewish holiday.&lt;br /&gt;• under "education" on her job application, she put&lt;br /&gt;"Hooked On Phonics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;• she tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;• she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice can&lt;br /&gt;because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;• she told me to meet her at the corner of "WALK" and&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T WALK."&lt;br /&gt;• at the bottom of the application where it says "sign&lt;br /&gt;here," she put "Sagittarius."&lt;br /&gt;• she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• she studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought she needed a token to get on "Soul Train."&lt;br /&gt;• she sold the car for gas money!&lt;br /&gt;• when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice&lt;br /&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;• when she went to the airport and saw a sign that said&lt;br /&gt;"Airport Left," she turned around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;• when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the&lt;br /&gt;home, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;• she thinks Taco Bell is the Mexican phone company.&lt;br /&gt;• if she spoke her mind, she'd be speechless.&lt;br /&gt;• she thought that she could not use her AM radio in the&lt;br /&gt;evening.&lt;br /&gt;• she had a shirt that said "TGIF," which she thought&lt;br /&gt;stood for "Tits Go In Front."&lt;br /&gt;• she thought Grape Nuts was a venereal disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa... I never bored by blonde jokes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7700744489744283121?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7700744489744283121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7700744489744283121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7700744489744283121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7700744489744283121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-another-blonde-joke.html' title='Not Another Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4566693507873334282</id><published>2008-02-07T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:46:20.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Drunken &amp; A Priest Story</title><content type='html'>A drunk stumbles across a baptismal service on Sunday afternoondown by the river. He proceeds to walk down into the water and stand next to thePreacher. The minister turns and notices the old drunk and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mister, Are you ready to find Jesus?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk looks back and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yess, Preacher..I sure am."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister then dunks the fellow under the water and pulls himright back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you found Jesus?", &lt;/em&gt;The preacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nooo, I haven't!"&lt;/em&gt; said the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher then dunks him under for quite a bit longer, bringshim up and says, &lt;em&gt;"Now, brother, have you found Jesus?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Noooo, I have not Reverend." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher in disgust holds the man under for at least 30 seconds this time, brings him out of the water and says in aharsh tone, &lt;em&gt;"My God, man, have you found Jesus yet?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old drunk wipes his eyes and says to the preacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you sure this is where he fell in?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4566693507873334282?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4566693507873334282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4566693507873334282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4566693507873334282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4566693507873334282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/drunken-priest-story.html' title='Drunken &amp; A Priest Story'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3820759762676078198</id><published>2008-02-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:36:57.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Another Fire Fighter Joke</title><content type='html'>Three old timers were relating their most exciting experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, a retired sheriff, described the terrifying excitementof a shoot-out with Bonnie and Clyde back in his younger days. The other gents nodded and agreed that, indeed, would have beenexciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, a retired fireman, related the tale of a huge fire atthe university several years back. There were flames, fire trucksfrom several area fire departments, but the most exciting partwere the naked coeds jumping from their dorm windows into hisarms.The others gents agreed that had to be a very exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy, a retired undertaker, started,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One night I got acall to pick up a body that was under a sheet in a hotel room. When I got there, the guy had a huge erection. I knew there wasno way I could get him through the lobby like that. So I found anold broom and whacked that erection just as hard as I could tomake it go down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused. The retired fireman asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, how was that exciting?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undertaker answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, you see, I was in the wrongroom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3820759762676078198?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3820759762676078198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3820759762676078198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3820759762676078198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3820759762676078198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-fire-fighter-joke.html' title='Another Fire Fighter Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5931162904828734377</id><published>2008-02-01T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:15:00.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Language Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Language always become funny humor tools.... enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Asian man walked into a currency exchange in NYC with 2000 yenand walked out with $72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week he again walked in with 2000 yen, but onlyreceived $66.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked the teller why he received less money thanthe previous week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teller said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Fluctuations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian man stormed out, and just before slamming the door,turned around and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fluc you Amelicans, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5931162904828734377?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5931162904828734377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5931162904828734377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5931162904828734377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5931162904828734377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/02/language-joke.html' title='Language Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-688109345365558605</id><published>2008-01-26T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:28:28.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebook'/><title type='text'>Buy My Stupid Ebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Buy My Stupid EBook!!!&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div class="subtitle"&gt;Make So Much Money Online Your Friends Will Leave You!  &lt;i&gt;Those Suckers!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="bio"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/me.jpg" height="167" width="215" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;/b&gt;  If you buy my stupid eBook, you will look this rich and suave too.  I totally didn't just rip this picture from Google Images.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello Friend,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you like money?  If so, &lt;i&gt;we're soulmates.&lt;/i&gt;  But there are &lt;b&gt;other people&lt;/b&gt; out there who &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; like money, and if you don't buy my stupid eBook, &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;they're going to have it all and you won't&lt;/span&gt;!  Wouldn't that &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/b&gt; you found my stupid eBook.  I'm going to introduce you to an opportunity &lt;span class="big2"&gt;so lucrative&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to use &lt;b&gt;ass-ugly&lt;/b&gt; fonts.  This isn't one of those other eBooks by total posers who can't back their offers up.  You can tell &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; serious because I use lots of exclamation points&lt;span class="big3"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm not going to tell you what's &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; my stupid eBook until you buy it, because then &lt;i&gt;anybody&lt;/i&gt; could see, and &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;my stupid eBook is &lt;span class="big3"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; for special people&lt;/span&gt; like you.  You're probably thinking,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But wait!  How do I know it's lucrative if you won't tell me what it is?"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div id="cover"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/cover.gif" height="230" width="184" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my stupid eBook would look like if any publisher were willing to go within a thousand miles of it. I don't know why a PDF needs a cover, but everybody else is doing it, so it must be right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I applaud your skepticism, because it means that you're just the sort of bright cookie who can make it with my &lt;span class="big2"&gt;proven system&lt;/span&gt;.  That's right, it's &lt;span class="big2"&gt;proven&lt;/span&gt; and it's a &lt;span class="big2"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt;. In case you need checkboxes to be convinced, my stupid eBook is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul class="checkbox"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A System&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="big2"&gt;Warning!!!&lt;/span&gt;  My stupid eBook is &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;only for people who want to make lots of money without doing any hard work&lt;/span&gt;!  You can tell that last sentence is important because it's yellow.  If you don't like money, or you enjoy boring hard work, leave immediately!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You might be wondering &lt;b&gt;why I'm trying to sell you my secret instead of using it myself&lt;/b&gt; to make money.  It's that &lt;span class="big2"&gt;doubting attitude&lt;/span&gt; that has &lt;i&gt;kept you from making millions so far&lt;/i&gt;!  Besides, as you will see below, &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;I already have too much money&lt;/span&gt;!  I can prove it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't take my word for it.  Here's a &lt;span class="big2"&gt;real screenshot&lt;/span&gt; of my Yahoo Publisher Network earnings before I woke up this morning!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/yahooearnings.gif" height="355" width="766" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;How do you know it's real?  Because &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;it's impossible to fake a screenshot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;if you read it on the Internet, it must be true&lt;/span&gt;.  That's right, I made &lt;span class="big2"&gt;infinity dollars&lt;/span&gt; in my sleep.  Besides, that's just &lt;b&gt;too much money&lt;/b&gt; to make up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If that screenshot weren't real, &lt;i&gt;then how could I buy all this cool stuff&lt;/i&gt;, huh, wise guy?  Look at all the &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;expensive things I bought &lt;b&gt;just in the last week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which &lt;span class="big2"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt; how much better my stupid eBook is than all those &lt;i&gt;loser&lt;/i&gt; eBooks with pictures of mansions and sports cars:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table id="bought"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/aircraftcarrier.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="boughtname"&gt;My Aircraft Carrier&lt;/span&gt;This is how I roll.  Er, float.  Buy my stupid eBook and &lt;b&gt;never settle for a sports car again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/mars.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="boughtname"&gt;The Planet Mars&lt;/span&gt;And you were impressed with the guys who own &lt;i&gt;islands&lt;/i&gt;?  Ha!&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/superman.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="boughtname"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;Don't you hate it when your servants are slow to fetch you a beer?  &lt;i&gt;Almost&lt;/i&gt; makes you want to get up and walk to the fridge yourself.  Follow my system and &lt;b&gt;you too&lt;/b&gt; can buy Superman to fetch your beer &lt;span class="big2"&gt;lickety split&lt;/span&gt;.  Cold, too.&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/australia.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="boughtname"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;The other day I was reflecting on existence when I realized I didn't have enough marsupials in my life, so I bought Australia. Don't you wish you had that kind of buying power? Buy my stupid eBook and you definitely will.&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;It's So Easy!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know what you're thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If this is so lucrative, it must be too hard for little old me!"&lt;/p&gt;  Don't worry, my &lt;span class="big2"&gt;proven system&lt;/span&gt; takes &lt;span class="big2 highlight"&gt;no brains at all&lt;/span&gt;.  Just look at these testimonials from &lt;span class="big2"&gt;real, ordinary people &lt;b&gt;just like you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who've made it &lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;table id="testimonials"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td rowspan="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://buymystupidebook.com/ericfromcolorado.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;"Kyle won't be laughing when I wave my &lt;b&gt;thousand dollars cash&lt;/b&gt; in his face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quoteby"&gt;Eric from Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img class="testomonialimg" src="http://buymystupidebook.com/wilefromarizona.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td style="font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;"I've been working for years to achieve my goal and always fallen a little short.  Not this time.  Thanks, stupid eBook!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quoteby"&gt;Wile from Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img class="testomonialimg" src="http://buymystupidebook.com/ralphfromspringfield.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I buy eBooks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quoteby"&gt;Ralph from Springfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="pic"&gt;&lt;img class="testomonialimg" src="http://buymystupidebook.com/georgefromwashington.jpg" border="2" height="143" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td class="quote"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I been makin' millions ever since I found this stupid eBook on the Google and downloadified it from the Internets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quoteby"&gt;George from Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;What do I need?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;It couldn't be easier!  Here's &lt;span class="big2"&gt;all you need to rake in millions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul class="checkbox"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A snorkel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toilet paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A can of Pringles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A ferret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you don't have the ferret yet, don't sweat it.  You can just buy one through my affiliate link after you get started.  &lt;b&gt;Don't ask what it's for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Buy Now&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="big3"&gt;Normally&lt;/span&gt; my stupid eBook sells for &lt;span class="strike big2"&gt;$152,000&lt;/span&gt;, but for &lt;b&gt;today only&lt;/b&gt; I'm offering it to you for only &lt;span class="big2"&gt;$499!!!&lt;/span&gt;  You don't need me to tell you what a &lt;b&gt;steal&lt;/b&gt; that is!!!  Some poor saps think a penny saved is a penny earned, but &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; know &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;$151,501 saved is $151,501 earned!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="big1"&gt;This is a limited time offer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This secret is so valuable I'm only selling &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;50 copies and the first 49 are gone&lt;/span&gt;!  Really, honest!  &lt;span class="big2"&gt;What are you waiting for???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, yeah.  An order form.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There isn't one. But if you got a kick out of this, take a sec to sign up for one of the affiliate offers in my tip jar. 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It's an easy way to make a little extra cash (about 20% more for me) on top of AdSense.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.text-link-ads.com/?ref=31908"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.text-link-ads.com/images/text_link_ads_A_120x60.gif" alt="Text Link Ads" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i class="small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original website: http://buymystupidebook.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i class="small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-688109345365558605?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/688109345365558605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=688109345365558605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/688109345365558605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/688109345365558605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/buy-my-stupid-ebook.html' title='Buy My Stupid Ebook'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5550585941499128194</id><published>2008-01-25T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:06:15.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Letter from a computer Widow</title><content type='html'>I received this email from my friend. Really funny. Maybe husband out there can answer this letter.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sending you this letter via this internet communications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing, so that you will be sure to read it. Please forgive the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deception, but I thought you should know what has been going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at home since your computer entered our lives TWO YEARS AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The children are doing well. Tommy is seven now and is a bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handsome boy. He has developed quite an interest in the arts. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drew a family portrait for a school project, all the figures were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good, and the back of your head is very realistic. You should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Jennifer turned three in September. She looks a lot like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you did at that age. She is an attractive child and quite smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She still remembers that you spent the whole afternoon with us on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her birthday. What a grand day for Jenny, despite the fact that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was stormy and the electricity was out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am doing well. I went blonde about a year ago, and discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that it really is more fun! George, I mean, Mr. Wilson the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;department head, has uh, taken an interest in my career and has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;become a good friend to us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I discovered that the household chores are much easier since I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realized that you didn't mind being vacuumed but that feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dusting made you sneeze. The house is in good shape. I had the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living room painted last spring; I'm sure you noticed it. I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure that the painters cut holes in the drop sheet so you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't be disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, my dear, I must be going. Uncle George, uh, Mr. Wilson, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean, is taking us all on a ski trip and there is packing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have hired a housekeeper to take care of things while we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;away, she'll keep things in order, fill your coffee cup and bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your meals to your desk, just the way you like it. I hope you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the computer will have a lovely time while we are gone. Tommy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny and I will think of you often. Try to remember us while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your disks are booting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, Your Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5550585941499128194?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5550585941499128194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5550585941499128194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5550585941499128194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5550585941499128194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/letter-from-computer-widow.html' title='Letter from a computer Widow'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5013242440383510702</id><published>2008-01-24T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:16:33.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post office'/><title type='text'>Post Office Joke</title><content type='html'>A classic post office joke. Really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice young worker from the Post Office, was sorting through her&lt;br /&gt;regular envelopes, when she discovered a letter addressed as&lt;br /&gt;follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;c/o Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon opening the envelope, a letter enclosed told of how a little&lt;br /&gt;old lady, who had never asked for anything in her life, was&lt;br /&gt;desperately in need of $100 and was wondering if God could send&lt;br /&gt;her the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the young lady was deeply touched and arranged a collection&lt;br /&gt;from her fellow workmates. She collected $90 and sent it off to&lt;br /&gt;the old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later another letter arrived addressed to God, so the&lt;br /&gt;young lady opened it and it read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for the money, I deeply appreciate it, however I only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;received $90. It must have been those bastards at the Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Office."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5013242440383510702?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5013242440383510702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5013242440383510702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5013242440383510702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5013242440383510702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-office-joke.html' title='Post Office Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4516849960063648227</id><published>2008-01-24T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:13:41.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid girl'/><title type='text'>Stupid Girl</title><content type='html'>A young couple had a wild Saturday night and used two condoms&lt;br /&gt;from a new box of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend the woman discovered that there were only&lt;br /&gt;six condoms remaining in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happened to the other four condoms?"&lt;/span&gt; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nervous reply was,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Er, I masturbated with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she approached her male confidant friend, told him the&lt;br /&gt;story, and then asked him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you ever done that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, once or twice,"&lt;/span&gt; he told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You mean you've actually masturbated with a condom before?" &lt;/span&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh,"&lt;/span&gt; he said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I thought you were asking if I'd ever lied to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4516849960063648227?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4516849960063648227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4516849960063648227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4516849960063648227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4516849960063648227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-girl.html' title='Stupid Girl'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-474467511722049639</id><published>2008-01-24T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:10:32.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accountant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>18 and 54....</title><content type='html'>A 54-year-old accountant leaves a letter for his wife one Friday&lt;br /&gt;evening that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Wife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am 54 and by the time you receive this letter I will be at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Hotel with my beautiful and sexy 18 year old secretary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the hotel there was a letter waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;at the front desk that read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear Husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I too am 54 and by the time you receive this letter I will be at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Breakwater Hotel with my handsome and virile 18 year old boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toy. You, being an accountant, will therefore appreciate that 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goes into 54 many more times than 54 goes into 18."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-474467511722049639?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/474467511722049639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=474467511722049639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/474467511722049639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/474467511722049639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/18-and-54.html' title='18 and 54....'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4656302964591479333</id><published>2008-01-24T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:02:06.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Englishman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Really Funny Jokes: English Language Lesson</title><content type='html'>No wonder the English language is so very difficult to learn. I never fluently speaking English although as Malaysian we study that language from day one of our school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We polish the Polish furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could lead if he would get the lead out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farm can produce produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dump was so full it had to refuse refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier decided to desert in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is a good time to present the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dove dove into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not object to the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insurance for the invalid was invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bandage was wound around the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were too close to the door to close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buck does funny things when the does are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear when I saw the tear in my clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4656302964591479333?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4656302964591479333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4656302964591479333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4656302964591479333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4656302964591479333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-funny-jokes-english-language.html' title='Really Funny Jokes: English Language Lesson'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8660109403757918523</id><published>2008-01-24T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:59:00.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Englishman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>Really Funny Jokes: Stupid Man</title><content type='html'>There was once a Irishman and an Englishman who lived next door&lt;br /&gt;to each other. The Irishman owned a hen and each morning would&lt;br /&gt;look in his garden and pick up one of his hen's eggs for&lt;br /&gt;breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he looked into his garden and saw that the hen had laid&lt;br /&gt;an egg in the Englishman's garden. He was about to go next door&lt;br /&gt;when he saw the Englishman pick up the egg. The Irishman ran up&lt;br /&gt;to the Englishman and told him that the egg belonged to him&lt;br /&gt;because he owned the hen. The Englishman disagreed because the&lt;br /&gt;egg was laid on his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argued for a while until finally the Irishman said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family we normally solve disputes by the following actions: I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kick you in the balls and time how long it takes you to get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up, then you kick me in the balls and time how long it takes for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me to get up, whomever gets up quicker wins the egg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman agreed to this and so the Irishman found his&lt;br /&gt;heaviest pair of boots and put them on, he took a few steps back,&lt;br /&gt;then ran toward the Englishman and kicked as hard as he could in&lt;br /&gt;the balls. The Englishman fell to the floor clutching his nuts&lt;br /&gt;howling in agony for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the Englishman stood up and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, now it's my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn to kick you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Keep the damn egg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8660109403757918523?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8660109403757918523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8660109403757918523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8660109403757918523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8660109403757918523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-funny-jokes-stupid-man.html' title='Really Funny Jokes: Stupid Man'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-664745527691483744</id><published>2008-01-24T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:56:07.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Really Funny Jokes: Busted</title><content type='html'>A couple who have been married for 20 years is preparing for bed&lt;br /&gt;when the following conversation takes place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honey, if I die before you, would you remarry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's a morbid question!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, I really want to know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (pauses to think): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, I suppose after a decent amount of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time I might remarry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would she live in our house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, the mortgage is almost paid off - would you really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect me to move?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would she wear my mink coat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know I paid $3,500 for that coat - would you really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me to sell it for a loss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Well, would she drive my BMW?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No. Absolutely not. She have no driving license."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-664745527691483744?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/664745527691483744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=664745527691483744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/664745527691483744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/664745527691483744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-funny-jokes-busted.html' title='Really Funny Jokes: Busted'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8554125406305566036</id><published>2008-01-21T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:59:37.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>We Never Out of Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>There was this blonde who just got sick and tired of all the&lt;br /&gt;blonde jokes she'd hear at the office. So one evening she went&lt;br /&gt;home and memorized all the state capitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the office the next day, some guy started telling a Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Blonde joke. She interrupted him with a shrill announcement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've had it up to here with these blonde jokes. I want you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know that this blonde went home last night and did something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably none of you could do...I memorized all the state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capitals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't believe you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's true. Just test me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay. What is the capital of Alaska,"&lt;/span&gt; he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A"&lt;/span&gt; she answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8554125406305566036?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8554125406305566036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8554125406305566036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8554125406305566036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8554125406305566036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-nerver-out-of-blonde-joke.html' title='We Never Out of Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4305171933718905964</id><published>2008-01-20T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:09:04.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Cruel Wife-Husband Joke II</title><content type='html'>A young man is on a date with a young woman and they go parking.&lt;br /&gt;After some heavy petting the young man asks the young woman for&lt;br /&gt;oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No",&lt;/span&gt; says the young woman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you won't respect me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the young man is content to wait. After they had been dating a&lt;br /&gt;few months, the young man again asks the young woman for oral&lt;br /&gt;sex. Again she replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, you won't respect me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the two get married and the husband asks his bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honey, please, we're married now. You know I love you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respect you. Can I please have oral sex?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No",&lt;/span&gt; she says "I just know that if I do that, you won't respect&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man waits. And waits... And waits.... After 20 years of&lt;br /&gt;marriage the man says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Honey, we've been together 20 wonderful years now. We've raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three beautiful kids. You KNOW that I love you and respect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely. How about oral sex, just once???? Please??????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wife finally gives in to her husband's wish and performs&lt;br /&gt;oral sex on him. After she is done they are lying in bed relaxing&lt;br /&gt;and the telephone rings. The husband turns to his wife and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Answer that you cocksucker...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4305171933718905964?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4305171933718905964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4305171933718905964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4305171933718905964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4305171933718905964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruel-wife-husband-joke-ii.html' title='Cruel Wife-Husband Joke II'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4087065280050114839</id><published>2008-01-20T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:06:11.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police joke'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Treat Joke</title><content type='html'>An RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) officer stopped to help a&lt;br /&gt;stranded rider standing beside a stalled motorcycle in the&lt;br /&gt;mountains. It was extremely cold, and the rider was heavily&lt;br /&gt;dressed in a helmet, balaclava and snowmobile suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a muffled voice, the rider told the Mountie that the&lt;br /&gt;carburetor was frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motorcyclist himself, the Mountie remembered an old trick for&lt;br /&gt;just such an occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try peeing on it," the Mountie said, "That should unfreeze it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't," replied the rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the helpful Mountie took out his own equipment and liberally&lt;br /&gt;hosed down the carburetor, and the bike soon fired up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the local department received a thank you note&lt;br /&gt;from a father, grateful for the roadside assistance his young&lt;br /&gt;daughter had received from the RCMP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4087065280050114839?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4087065280050114839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4087065280050114839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4087065280050114839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4087065280050114839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexpected-treat-joke.html' title='Unexpected Treat Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-96617977976299205</id><published>2008-01-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:04:23.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Cruel Wife-Husband Joke</title><content type='html'>A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;After a relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to their&lt;br /&gt;separate beds. However the man was not yet ready to slumber. He&lt;br /&gt;called over to his wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My little boopey-boo, I'm lonely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband.&lt;br /&gt;On the way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The&lt;br /&gt;husband with a concerned look on his face says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, did my little honey-woney fall on her little nosey-wosey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come here and let me kiss it better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man's bed. The two have&lt;br /&gt;passionate sex and afterwards the woman rolls out. As she is&lt;br /&gt;returning to her bed, she once again catches her foot on the&lt;br /&gt;carpet and falls flat on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Clumsy bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-96617977976299205?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/96617977976299205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=96617977976299205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/96617977976299205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/96617977976299205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruel-wife-husband-joke.html' title='Cruel Wife-Husband Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6082615414007667923</id><published>2008-01-20T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:02:43.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Own Business Joke</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy&lt;br /&gt;bar after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give you acne, rot your teeth, make you fat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My grandfather lived to be 107 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, he minded his own fucking business!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6082615414007667923?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6082615414007667923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6082615414007667923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6082615414007667923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6082615414007667923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/mind-your-own-business-joke.html' title='Mind Your Own Business Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5324263661272574773</id><published>2008-01-20T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:01:15.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Is this a Joke?</title><content type='html'>A woman answered her front door and found two little boys&lt;br /&gt;standing there holding a long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Excuse me,"&lt;/span&gt; one of them explained, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we're on a scavenger hunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we still need three grains of wheat, a pork-chop bone and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piece of used carbon paper to earn a dollar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow," &lt;/span&gt;the woman replied. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who sent you on such a challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hunt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our baby-sitter's boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5324263661272574773?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5324263661272574773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5324263661272574773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5324263661272574773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5324263661272574773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-this-joke.html' title='Is this a Joke?'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4178600987329340116</id><published>2008-01-20T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:56:33.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Man...</title><content type='html'>I phoned up a really gorgeous ex-girlfriend of mine the other&lt;br /&gt;day. We lost track of time, chatting about the wild nights we&lt;br /&gt;used to enjoy together. I couldn't believe it when she asked if&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet up and maybe rekindle a little of that magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow!"&lt;/span&gt;, I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't know if I could keep pace with you now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a bit older and a bit balder than when you last saw me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and said she was sure I'd meet the challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;, I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just so long as you don't mind a man with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waistband that's a few inches wider these days!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and told me to stop being so silly! She teased me,&lt;br /&gt;saying that she thought tubby bald men were cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anyway,"&lt;/span&gt; she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've put on a couple of pounds myself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So I told her to fuck off and hung up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4178600987329340116?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4178600987329340116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4178600987329340116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4178600987329340116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4178600987329340116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/man.html' title='Man...'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-9013089454317601428</id><published>2008-01-20T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:51:41.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Joke: Yes... He Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nigel and Simon were feeling a bit limp, so to cheer themselves&lt;br /&gt;up they decided to take a trip to the amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going on the 'Chair-a-Planes" said Nigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure Nigel?" said Simon "You're ever so brave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nigel went on the chair-a-plane ride. Round and round he went,&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster until the chain on his seat broke, sending him&lt;br /&gt;hurtling through the air for about 300 yards until he slammed&lt;br /&gt;into a brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon ran over to the crumpled heap at the base of the wall and&lt;br /&gt;cried, "Are you hurt Nigel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dazed Nigel opened his eyes and said, "Am I hurt? I should say&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt. I went round six times and you never waved once!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-9013089454317601428?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/9013089454317601428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=9013089454317601428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9013089454317601428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9013089454317601428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-yes-he-hurt.html' title='Joke: Yes... He Hurt'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7251152297328123805</id><published>2008-01-20T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:51:18.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid man'/><title type='text'>Woman... Tricky as Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A man was sitting on a London train eating a bag of fresh&lt;br /&gt;shrimp, ripping off the heads and shells and then throwing them&lt;br /&gt;out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had gobbled a few of them down a woman opposite him&lt;br /&gt;said, "Would you mind not doing that? It's disgusting to&lt;br /&gt;watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, love," He replied, "It's got nothing to do with you,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid my fare for this journey and I'll do what I damn well&lt;br /&gt;want on this train." He carried on ripping off the shells,&lt;br /&gt;throwing them out of the window and eating the shrimp. Finally&lt;br /&gt;he finished the bag and settled back for a little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman then started some knitting and all the man could hear&lt;br /&gt;while he was trying to sleep was the incessant clicking of her&lt;br /&gt;knitting needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he sits back up and says to the woman, "Could you&lt;br /&gt;stop that noise, can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's got nothing to do with you," replies the woman, "I've&lt;br /&gt;paid my fare and I'll do what I want on this train."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, the man grabbed the woman's knitting and threw it out of&lt;br /&gt;the window. The woman immediately stood up and pulled the train&lt;br /&gt;alarm cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man burst out laughing and said, "Ha ha, you'll get fined&lt;br /&gt;$200 for that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the old woman replied, "And you'll get six years after&lt;br /&gt;the police smell your fingers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7251152297328123805?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7251152297328123805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7251152297328123805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7251152297328123805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7251152297328123805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/woman-tricky-as-ever.html' title='Woman... Tricky as Ever'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7146603528001328405</id><published>2008-01-20T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:48:43.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Contagious Joke</title><content type='html'>One day the teacher asked her students to use the word&lt;br /&gt;"contagious" in a phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah lifts up her hand and says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teacher, teacher I got one!! A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold is contagious!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is very happy. Tom lifts up his hand and says, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher... yawning is contagious"...pretty good Tom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, little Johnny lifts up his hand and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh...Oh...I got one...The other day, as my mother was mowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lawn, my father looked out the window and said it will take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that contagious to finish!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7146603528001328405?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7146603528001328405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7146603528001328405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7146603528001328405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7146603528001328405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/contagious-joke.html' title='Contagious Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6157678803398140048</id><published>2008-01-20T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:46:12.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal joke'/><title type='text'>Cowboy Joke</title><content type='html'>The cowboy got paid on Friday and immediately rode into town and&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to get thoroughly shit-faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of his pals decided to play a trick on him. They snuck&lt;br /&gt;out, turned his horse around, then went back in to join the&lt;br /&gt;hapless cowboy for a few more rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, when the alarm clock and a glass of cold water&lt;br /&gt;in the face failed to have the slightest effect, the cowboy's&lt;br /&gt;wife started shaking him by the shoulders and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tex, get up! You have to hit the goddamn trail, you've got work to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can't,"&lt;/span&gt; mumbled Tex. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Too beat. Too tired. Can't even lift my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Get the hell up!"&lt;/span&gt; she screamed in his ear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've seen you this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hung over a thousand times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Last night was different,"&lt;/span&gt; said the wretched fellow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of a bitch cut my horse's head off, and I had to pull him all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way home with my finger in his windpipe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6157678803398140048?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6157678803398140048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6157678803398140048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6157678803398140048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6157678803398140048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/cowboy-joke.html' title='Cowboy Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-9020623763662486530</id><published>2008-01-20T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:43:50.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>Joke: Sex Joke</title><content type='html'>A guy met a girl at the state fair, and she invited him back to&lt;br /&gt;her place for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at her house, they went right into her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;The guy noticed that the room was filled with stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;There were hundreds of them all over the place. Giant stuffed&lt;br /&gt;animals were on top of the wardrobe. Large stuffed animals were&lt;br /&gt;on the bookshelf and on the windowsill, and a lot of smaller&lt;br /&gt;stuffed animals were on the bottom shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after they had sex, he turned to her and asked&lt;br /&gt;confidently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So... how was I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well,"&lt;/span&gt; she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can take anything from the bottom shelf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-9020623763662486530?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/9020623763662486530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=9020623763662486530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9020623763662486530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9020623763662486530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-sex-joke.html' title='Joke: Sex Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4536409082903609151</id><published>2008-01-20T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:42:11.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Joke: What Mummy Like?</title><content type='html'>A four-year-old wanders up and down the aisles of a supermarket&lt;br /&gt;crying his eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What's the matter young fella?" &lt;/span&gt;asks a concerned shop assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've lost my mummy!"&lt;/span&gt; wails the youngster, sobbing convulsively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry, we'll soon find her,"&lt;/span&gt; soothes the shop assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now, what's mummy like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Big cocks and vodka,"&lt;/span&gt; sobs the little fella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4536409082903609151?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4536409082903609151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4536409082903609151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4536409082903609151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4536409082903609151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-what-mummy-like.html' title='Joke: What Mummy Like?'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-849042357683795877</id><published>2008-01-20T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:40:33.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Joke: Confusing Doctor</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to see her Podiatrist. She says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Doc, I just got back from a few weeks in the Bahamas and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weather was so great I spent most of the days just lying on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sand. But the strangest thing happened. Whenever a good looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy came by, I would get this strange tingling sensation between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my toes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The podiatrist thought this was kind of unusual and examined her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her if she had this sensation between all of her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually no,&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just between my 2 big toes!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-849042357683795877?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/849042357683795877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=849042357683795877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/849042357683795877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/849042357683795877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-confusing-doctor.html' title='Joke: Confusing Doctor'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5605683034798866043</id><published>2007-12-28T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:40:28.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Cruel Joke</title><content type='html'>A man is waiting for his wife to give birth. The doctor comes in&lt;br /&gt;and informs the dad that his son was born without a torso, arms&lt;br /&gt;or legs. The son is just a head!&lt;br /&gt;But the dad loves his son anyway and raises him as well as he&lt;br /&gt;can, with love and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 21 years, the son is old enough for his first drink. Dad&lt;br /&gt;takes him to the bar and tearfully tells his son he is proud of&lt;br /&gt;him. Dad orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With&lt;br /&gt;all the bar patrons looking on curiously and the bartender&lt;br /&gt;shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of&lt;br /&gt;alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoooop! A torso pops out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar is dead silent; then bursts into a whoop of joy.&lt;br /&gt;The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. The patrons&lt;br /&gt;chant "Take another drink"! The bartender still shakes his head&lt;br /&gt;in dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoooop! Swoooop! Two arms pops out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son&lt;br /&gt;to drink again. The patrons chant "Take another drink"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender ignores the whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the boy is getting tipsy, and with his new hands he&lt;br /&gt;reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoooop! Swoooop! Two legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left....&lt;br /&gt;then to the right.... right through the front door, into the&lt;br /&gt;street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar falls silent. The father moans in grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender sighs and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That boy should have quit while he was a head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5605683034798866043?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5605683034798866043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5605683034798866043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5605683034798866043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5605683034798866043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/cruel-joke.html' title='Cruel Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6446746442258245632</id><published>2007-12-28T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:38:22.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Let Have Some Sex</title><content type='html'>On their way home after celebrating their 25th anniversary, the&lt;br /&gt;wife thanks her husband for a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. it's not over yet," says he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the house, he gives her a little black velvet box. She&lt;br /&gt;opens it in anticipation and finds two little white pills,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in the world are these?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aspirin," he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't have a headache," says she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOTCHA!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6446746442258245632?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6446746442258245632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6446746442258245632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6446746442258245632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6446746442258245632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-have-some-sex.html' title='Let Have Some Sex'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5802005243093232859</id><published>2007-12-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:36:02.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><content type='html'>A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strutted&lt;br /&gt;through the backyard, wearing his baseball cap and toting a ball&lt;br /&gt;and bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the greatest hitter in the world," he announced. Then, he&lt;br /&gt;tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike One!" he yelled. Undaunted, he picked up the ball and&lt;br /&gt;said again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" He tossed the ball into&lt;br /&gt;the air. When it came down, he swung again and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike two!" he cried. The boy then paused a moment to examine&lt;br /&gt;his bat and ball carefully. He spit on his hands and rubbed them&lt;br /&gt;together. He straightened his cap and said once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" Again, he tossed the ball&lt;br /&gt;up in the air and swung at it. He missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike three!" "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I'm the greatest pitcher in&lt;br /&gt;the world!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5802005243093232859?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5802005243093232859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5802005243093232859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5802005243093232859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5802005243093232859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5385792429766660108</id><published>2007-12-28T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:33:55.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginity'/><title type='text'>Virginity Joke</title><content type='html'>Concerned about her relationship, a woman approaches her doctor&lt;br /&gt;and says "Doc, I'm getting married this week-end and my fiancée&lt;br /&gt;thinks I'm a virgin, is there anything you can do to help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, "Medically, no, but here's something you can&lt;br /&gt;try... On the wedding night, when you're getting ready for bed,&lt;br /&gt;take an elastic band and slide it up your upper thigh. When your&lt;br /&gt;husband enters you for the first time, snap the elastic band and&lt;br /&gt;tell him it's your virginity snapping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman loves this idea, and knows her hubby-to-be will fall&lt;br /&gt;for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a beautiful wedding and retire to the honeymoon suite.&lt;br /&gt;The wife gets ready for bed in the bathroom, slips the elastic&lt;br /&gt;band up her leg, finishes preparing and climbs into bed with her&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things begin to progress, her hubby "slips it in", she snaps the&lt;br /&gt;elastic band, and the hubby screams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck was that!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife explains, "Oh nothing honey, that was just my virginity&lt;br /&gt;snapping".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband cries out, "Well snap it again, it's got my balls!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5385792429766660108?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5385792429766660108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5385792429766660108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5385792429766660108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5385792429766660108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/virginity-joke.html' title='Virginity Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-18766478108097789</id><published>2007-12-28T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:32:18.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Washcloth Joke</title><content type='html'>There was a little boy whose mother was about to have a baby. One&lt;br /&gt;day the little boy walked in and saw his mother naked, he asked&lt;br /&gt;his mother what was the hair in between her legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded, "It's my washcloth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later after the mother had the baby, the young boy walked&lt;br /&gt;in on his mother again, but while she was in the hospital the&lt;br /&gt;doctor shaved her pubic hair, and the boy asked his mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to your washcloth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother responded, "I lost it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy, trying to be helpful, set out to find his&lt;br /&gt;mother's washcloth. A few days later the little boy went running&lt;br /&gt;to his mother yelling and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found your washcloth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother thinking that the child was just playing went along&lt;br /&gt;with the boy and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you find it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy answered, "The maid has it and she's washing daddy's face&lt;br /&gt;with it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-18766478108097789?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/18766478108097789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=18766478108097789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/18766478108097789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/18766478108097789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/washcloth-joke.html' title='Washcloth Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-1491316190026688511</id><published>2007-12-28T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:30:41.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>Funny Woman</title><content type='html'>A woman sought the advice of a sex therapist, confiding that she&lt;br /&gt;found it increasingly difficult to find a man who could satisfy&lt;br /&gt;her, and that it was very wearisome getting in and out of all&lt;br /&gt;these short term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't there some way to judge the size of a man's equipment from&lt;br /&gt;the outside?" she asked earnestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only foolproof way, is by the size of his feet," counseled&lt;br /&gt;the therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the woman went downtown and proceeded to cruise the streets,&lt;br /&gt;until she came across a young fellow standing in an unemployment&lt;br /&gt;line with the biggest feet she had ever laid her eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took him out to dinner, wined and dined him, and then took&lt;br /&gt;him back to her apartment for an evening of abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man woke up the next morning, the woman had already gone&lt;br /&gt;but, by the bedside table was a $20 bill and a note that read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With my compliments. Take this money and go out and buy a pair&lt;br /&gt;of shoes that fit you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-1491316190026688511?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/1491316190026688511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=1491316190026688511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1491316190026688511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/1491316190026688511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-woman.html' title='Funny Woman'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4668160574937744149</id><published>2007-12-28T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:29:22.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Doctor Joke</title><content type='html'>Howard was feeling guilty all day long. No matter how much he&lt;br /&gt;tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of&lt;br /&gt;betrayal was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while he'd hear a soothing voice trying to&lt;br /&gt;reassure him - "Howard, don't worry about it. You aren't the&lt;br /&gt;first doctor to sleep with one of his patients and you won't be&lt;br /&gt;the last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But invariably the other voice would bring him back to reality -&lt;br /&gt;"Howard, you're a veterinarian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4668160574937744149?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4668160574937744149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4668160574937744149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4668160574937744149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4668160574937744149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/doctor-joke.html' title='Doctor Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3412663374446152956</id><published>2007-12-28T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:28:31.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Survivor Joke</title><content type='html'>Have you heard about the next planned "Survivor" show? Mark&lt;br /&gt;Burnett, producer of "Survivor" plans to enlist 12 men, who will&lt;br /&gt;be dropped in an unidentified suburb with a van, six kids (each&lt;br /&gt;of whom play two sports and take either a musical instrument or&lt;br /&gt;dance class), and no access to fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must keep the house clean, correct all homework (receiving&lt;br /&gt;at least a "C+" on all papers), complete one science project,&lt;br /&gt;cook (OK, they can bring one cookbook), do laundry, etc. Oh, and&lt;br /&gt;they also have access to television only when the kids are asleep&lt;br /&gt;and all chores are done, and none of the TV's have remotes. Plus&lt;br /&gt;they have to shave their legs and wear makeup which they must&lt;br /&gt;apply themselves either while driving or while making six&lt;br /&gt;lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competitions will consist of such things as attending a PTA&lt;br /&gt;meeting and accurately reporting the results; cleaning up after a&lt;br /&gt;sick child at 3:00 a.m; making an Indian hut model with six&lt;br /&gt;toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and getting a 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;to eat a serving of peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids vote them off. The winner gets to go back to his job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3412663374446152956?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3412663374446152956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3412663374446152956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3412663374446152956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3412663374446152956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/survivor-joke.html' title='Survivor Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6031815212387260284</id><published>2007-12-13T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:12:42.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>I love to Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About 5 minutes after an Okie &amp;amp; his new bride checked into the honeymoon suite of a fishing resort, the new groom passes thru the lobby with all his fishing gear, headed for the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The desk clerk waves him over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey buddy"&lt;/span&gt; he says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't you be upstairs making love to your new bride?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't, she's got gonorrhea the doc says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; no sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning, the Okie is on his way thru the lobby with his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; fishing gear. Trying to be helpful, the clerk waves him over and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; says. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you can't have vaginal sex, maybe you could try anal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sex.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can't, she's got diarrhea the doc says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; no anal sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following morning, again trying to be helpful, the clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; waves the Okie over on his way thru the lobby. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; have vaginal sex or anal sex, maybe you could coax her into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; performing oral sex for you&lt;/span&gt;" he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't, she's got pyorrhea her dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; says no oral sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fish&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The clerk asks the Okie incredulously, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get this straight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; your new bride has gonorrhea, diarrhea, and pyorrhea why the hell would you marry a girl like that?&lt;/span&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well"&lt;/span&gt; says the Okie, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's got worms too, and I love to fish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6031815212387260284?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6031815212387260284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6031815212387260284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6031815212387260284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6031815212387260284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-to-fish_13.html' title='I love to Fish'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2019763338653312425</id><published>2007-12-13T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:11:47.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>I love to Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About 5 minutes after an Okie &amp;amp; his new bride checked into the honeymoon suite of a fishing resort, the new groom passes thru the lobby with all his fishing gear, headed for the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The desk clerk waves him over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey buddy"&lt;/span&gt; he says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't you be upstairs making love to your new bride?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't, she's got gonorrhea the doc says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; no sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning, the Okie is on his way thru the lobby with his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; fishing gear. Trying to be helpful, the clerk waves him over and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; says. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you can't have vaginal sex, maybe you could try anal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sex.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can't, she's got diarrhea the doc says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; no anal sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following morning, again trying to be helpful, the clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; waves the Okie over on his way thru the lobby. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; have vaginal sex or anal sex, maybe you could coax her into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; performing oral sex for you&lt;/span&gt;" he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To which the Okie says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't, she's got pyorrhea her dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; says no oral sex for another month. But it's OK because I love to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fish&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The clerk asks the Okie incredulously, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get this straight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; your new bride has gonorrhea, diarrhea, and pyorrhea why the hell would you marry a girl like that?&lt;/span&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well"&lt;/span&gt; says the Okie, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's got worms too, and I love to fish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2019763338653312425?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2019763338653312425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2019763338653312425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2019763338653312425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2019763338653312425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-to-fish.html' title='I love to Fish'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2817713685835357018</id><published>2007-12-13T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:08:04.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Pope Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Pope is visiting town and all the residents are dressed up in their best Sunday clothes. Everyone lines up on main street hoping for a personal blessing from the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One local man has put on his best suit and he's sure the Pope will stop and talk to him. He is standing next to an exceptionally down-trodden looking bum who doesn't smell very good. As the Pope comes walking by he leans over and says something to the bum and then walks right by the local man. He can't believe it, then it hits him. The pope won't talk to him, he's concerned for the unfortunate people the poor and feeble ones. Thinking fast, he gives the bum $20 to trade clothes with him. He puts on the bums clothing and runs down the street to line up for another chance for the pope to stop and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, the Pope walks right up to him this time, leans over close and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I thought I told you to get the hell out of here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2817713685835357018?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2817713685835357018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2817713685835357018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2817713685835357018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2817713685835357018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/2nd-pope-joke.html' title='2nd Pope Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-654078020896693328</id><published>2007-12-13T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:06:29.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal joke'/><title type='text'>Lab Rabbit Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, a rabbit managed to break free from his cage in the laboratory where he had been born and raised. As he scurried away from the fencing of the compound, he felt grass under his little feet and saw the dawn breaking for the first time in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow, this is great!"&lt;/span&gt; he thought. It wasn't long before he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to a hedge and, after squeezing under it he saw a wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sight: lots of other bunny rabbits, all free and nibbling at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; lush grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey,&lt;/span&gt;" he called. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a rabbit from the laboratory and I've just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; escaped. Are you wild rabbits?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes. Come and join us,"&lt;/span&gt; they cried. Our friend hopped over to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; them and started eating the grass. It tasted so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What else do you wild rabbits do?"&lt;/span&gt; he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well,&lt;/span&gt;" one of them said. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see that field there? It's got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; carrots growing in it. We dig them up and eat them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This he couldn't resist and he spent the next hour eating the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; most succulent carrots. They were wonderful. Later, he asked them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; again, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else do you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"You see that field there? It's got lettuce growing in it. We eat them as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lettuce tasted just as good and he returned a while later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; completely full. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anything else you guys do? &lt;/span&gt;" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; One of the other rabbits came a bit closer to him and spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"There's one other thing you must try. You see those rabbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there,"&lt;/span&gt; he said, pointing to the far corner of the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're girls. We shag them. Go and try it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, our friend spent the rest of the morning screwing his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; little heart out until, completely knackered, he staggered back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; over to the guys. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was fantastic,&lt;/span&gt;" he panted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So are you going to live with us then?&lt;/span&gt;" one of them asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, I had a great time but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wild rabbits all stared at him, a bit surprised. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thought you liked it here.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do,&lt;/span&gt;" replied.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "But I must get back to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; laboratory. I'm dying for a cigarette."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-654078020896693328?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/654078020896693328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=654078020896693328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/654078020896693328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/654078020896693328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/lab-rabbit-joke.html' title='Lab Rabbit Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-3111860363379691135</id><published>2007-12-13T01:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:02:09.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>Joke: Get it?</title><content type='html'>A guy, a sheep, and a dog were survivors of a terrible shipwreck and they found themselves stranded on a desert island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there awhile, they got into the habit of going to the beach every evening to watch the sun go down. One particular evening, the sky was red with beautiful cirrus clouds, the breeze was warm and gentle; a perfect night for romance. As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the man. Soon, he leaned over to the sheep and put his arm around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog got jealous, growling fiercely until the man took his arm from around the sheep. After that, the three of them continued to enjoy the sunsets together, but there was no more cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks passed by, and lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was a beautiful young woman, the most beautiful woman the guy had ever seen. She was in a pretty&lt;br /&gt;bad way when they rescued her, and they slowly nursed her back to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the young maiden was well enough, they introduced her to their evening beach ritual. It was another beautiful evening, red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm and gentle breeze; perfect for a night of romance. Pretty soon, the guy started to get&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "those feelings"&lt;/span&gt; again. He fought them as long as he could, but he finally gave in, cautiously leaned over to the young woman, and whispered in her ear...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Would you mind taking the dog for a walk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-3111860363379691135?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/3111860363379691135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=3111860363379691135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3111860363379691135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/3111860363379691135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/joke-get-it.html' title='Joke: Get it?'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4385338750212367417</id><published>2007-12-13T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:59:50.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Why The English Language Is Hard To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. The bandage was wound around the wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. The farm was used to produce produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. We must polish the Polish furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. He could lead if he would get the lead out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;time to present the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9. When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10. I did not object to the object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13. They were too close to the door to close it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14. The buck does funny things when the does are present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16. To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;18. After a number of injections my jaw got number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;19. Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;21. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4385338750212367417?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4385338750212367417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4385338750212367417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4385338750212367417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4385338750212367417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-english-language-is-hard-to-learn.html' title='Why The English Language Is Hard To Learn'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-363604365694907717</id><published>2007-12-13T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:59:05.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope'/><title type='text'>Pope and Queen Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Pope and Queen Elizabeth were standing on a balcony beaming at the thousands of people in the forecourt below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Queen says to the Pope out of the corner of her mouth, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I bet you a tenner that I can make every English person in the crowd go wild with just a wave of my hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Pope says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"No way. You can't do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Queen says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Watch this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the Queen waves her hand and every English person in the crowd goes crazy, waving their little plastic Union Jacks on sticks and cheering, basically going ballistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Pope thinks to himself for a minute and then he turns to her and says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;That's pretty impressive, but I bet you I can make every Irish person in the crowd go wild, not just now, but for the rest of the week, with just one nod of my head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Queen goes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"No way, you can't do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the Pope headbutts her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-363604365694907717?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/363604365694907717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=363604365694907717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/363604365694907717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/363604365694907717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/pope-and-queen-joke.html' title='Pope and Queen Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-5676032928847683969</id><published>2007-12-13T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:57:11.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Englishman'/><title type='text'>English Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man who owns a horse farm gets a call from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"I know this midget with a speech impediment who wants to buy a horse and I'm sending him over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The midget arrives and the owner asks him if he wants a male or female horse. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;A female horth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;," the midget replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, the owner shows him one. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nith looking horth, can I see her mouf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The owner picks up the midget and shows him the horse's teeth. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nith mouf, can I see her eyesth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, the owner picks up the midget and shows him her eyes. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;OK, what about the earsth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now the owners is beginning to get a little pissed, but he picks up the midget one more time and shows him her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;OK, finally, I would like to see her twat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With that, the owner loses all patience, picks up the midget, shoves his head up the horse's twat, and then pulls him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shaking his head, the midget says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Perhapth I should wephrase that. I would like to thee the horth run."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-5676032928847683969?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/5676032928847683969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=5676032928847683969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5676032928847683969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/5676032928847683969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/english-joke.html' title='English Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-6584871818634079833</id><published>2007-12-07T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:46:21.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Magic Joke</title><content type='html'>A magician calls a man up on stage, hands him a mallet, and instructs the guy to hit him as hard as possible on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician then proceeds to put his head down on a wooden block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shrugs his shoulders and pounds him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later, the magician wakes up from a coma in the hospital and goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Taa-Daa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-6584871818634079833?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/6584871818634079833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=6584871818634079833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6584871818634079833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/6584871818634079833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/magic-joke.html' title='Magic Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7512120575786792098</id><published>2007-12-07T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:45:41.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Joke: Canadian Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An elderly blonde lived on a small farm in Canada, just yards away from the North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between the United States and Canada for years. The now widowed blonde, lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day, her son came into her room holding a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"I just got some news, Mom," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"The government has come to an agreement with the people in Washington. They've decided that our land is really part of the United States. We have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement. What do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"What do I think?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;his blonde mother said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Sign it! Call them right now and tell them we accept! I don't think I could stand another one of those Canadian winters!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7512120575786792098?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7512120575786792098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7512120575786792098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7512120575786792098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7512120575786792098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/joke-canadian-winter.html' title='Joke: Canadian Winter'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4121477392805743078</id><published>2007-12-07T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:44:08.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>Old Sex Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Jenny went straight round to visit her grandmother. When she asked how her grandpa had died, her gran explained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"He had a heart attack during sex on Sunday morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Horrified, Jenny suggested that shagging at the age of 94 was surely asking for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Oh no,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; her gran replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"we had sex every Sunday morning, in time with the church bells - in with the dings and out with the dongs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She paused, and wiped away a tear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"If it wasn't for that damn ice cream van going past, he'd still be alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4121477392805743078?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4121477392805743078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4121477392805743078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4121477392805743078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4121477392805743078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-sex-joke.html' title='Old Sex Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2800788490678314671</id><published>2007-12-07T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:42:56.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>Joke: Black Widow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Maria is a devout Catholic: She gets married and has 17 children. Soon after the last child is born her husband dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later she remarries and over the following years has another 22 children with her second husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last child is born her second husband also dies. Within a month Maria is engaged to be married a third time. Unfortunately she becomes very ill and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her wake, the priest looks tenderly at Maria as she lies in her coffin, looks up to the heavens and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At least, they're finally together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man standing next to the priest asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Excuse me, Father, but do you mean Maria and her first husband, or Maria and her second husband?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I mean her legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2800788490678314671?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2800788490678314671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2800788490678314671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2800788490678314671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2800788490678314671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/joke-black-widow.html' title='Joke: Black Widow'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-2357426662477472743</id><published>2007-12-07T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:41:43.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>Army Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;A sergeant was passing the barracks after lights out, when he heard some voices from inside. He slammed open the door, and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen, you guys! A few minutes ago, you all heard me say good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; night. What you must realize, is that when I say "Good Night,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what I really mean is "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room instantly fell silent. But after a few seconds, a small voice could be heard from somewhere in the far back of the dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Good Night, Sergeant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-2357426662477472743?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/2357426662477472743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=2357426662477472743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2357426662477472743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/2357426662477472743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/army-joke.html' title='Army Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-8038307414055414074</id><published>2007-12-07T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:40:25.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><title type='text'>Priest Joke</title><content type='html'>Three young candidates for the priesthood are told by the Monsignor they have to pass one more test: The Celibacy Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monsignor leads them into a room, tells them to undress, and ties a small bell to each man's penis. In comes a beautiful woman, wearing a sexy belly-dancer costume. She begins to dance&lt;br /&gt;sensually around the first candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Patrick," says the Monsignor, "I am so disappointed in your lack of control. Go take a long, cold shower and pray about your carnal weakness". The candidate leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancer continues, dancing around the second candidate, slowly peeling off her layers of veils. As the last veil drops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joseph, Joseph," sighs the Monsignor. "You too are unable to withstand your carnal desires. Go take a long, cold shower and pray for forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancer continues, dancing naked in front of the final candidate. . . Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writhes up and down against his body. . . No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exhausted, she quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michael, my son, I am truly proud of you," says the Monsignor. "Only you have the true strength of character needed to become a priest. Now, go and join your weaker brethren in the showers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-8038307414055414074?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/8038307414055414074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=8038307414055414074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8038307414055414074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/8038307414055414074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/priest-joke.html' title='Priest Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-4511662931828638422</id><published>2007-12-06T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:50:45.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Joke: Best Body Part</title><content type='html'>Dave rents an apartment in New York, and goes to the lobby to put his name on the group mailbox. While there, a very attractive young lady comes out of the apartment next to the mailboxes wearing a robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave smiles at the young woman and she strikes up a conversation with him. As they talk, her robe slips open, and it's quite obvious that she has nothing on under the robe. Poor Dave breaks out into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact. After a few minutes, she places her hand on his arm and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's go in my apartment, I hear someone coming..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeds with her into the apartment, and after she closes the door, she leans against it allowing her robe to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now completely nude, she purrs at him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What would you say is my best feature?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flustered and embarrassed Dave stammers, clears his throat several times, and finally squeaks out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, its got to be your ears!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded, she replies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My ears? Why my ears? Look at these breasts! They are full, don't sag, and they're 100% natural! My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buns - they are firm and don't sag, and have no cellulite! Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at this skin, no blemishes, or scars! Why in heaven's name would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you say my ears are the best part of my body?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing his throat once again, Dave stammers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Outside when you said you heard someone coming? . . . That was litte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me made a sound under my pants"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-4511662931828638422?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/4511662931828638422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=4511662931828638422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4511662931828638422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/4511662931828638422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/joke-best-body-part.html' title='Joke: Best Body Part'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-7123814794742417423</id><published>2007-12-06T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:48:00.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>2nd 100 Bucks Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an afterward cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy young man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes away from him. The young man noticed her overly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; attentive stare and walked directly toward her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before she could offer her apologies for being so rude for staring, the young man said to her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll do anything, absolutely anything that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $100,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; on one condition."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The young man replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The woman considered his proposition for a moment, withdrew from her purse and slowly counted out five $20 bills, which she pressed into the young man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes and slowly, meaningfully said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Clean my house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-7123814794742417423?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/7123814794742417423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=7123814794742417423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7123814794742417423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/7123814794742417423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/2nd-100-bucks-joke.html' title='2nd 100 Bucks Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-973908492069973117</id><published>2007-12-06T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:43:44.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Joke: Bad Conductor</title><content type='html'>A little old lady is on a bus, buying a ticket from the bus conductor, fumbling in a voluminous bag for the correct change. After 15 minutes the conductor becomes so enraged that he hits her on the head with the ticket-dispenser, and the poor old dear dies instantly. Not surprisingly, he is convicted and put on death row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before he is to be electrocuted, his last request is for 12 pounds of bananas, which he devours. They strap him into the chair, flip the switch and he just sits there, smiling. According&lt;br /&gt;to tradition, this is considered a reprieve from God and he is freed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he gets his old job back, and he is happily handing out tickets when he sees a girl stick her gum on the back of a seat on the bus. Enraged, he lunges out with the ticket dispenser,&lt;br /&gt;breaking the offender's neck and killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he is convicted and sent to death row. He again eats the 12 pounds of bananas, and lo and behold, the electricity does not harm him. This time the executioner cleans the contacts, makes&lt;br /&gt;him sit in a bucket of water, he tries everything - but the guy won't die. So again, he is set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly he regains his job. It takes him one day to lose his temper and beat to death a young boy who starts to chew his bus ticket. He returns to death row, eats the bananas, and again survives the electrocution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the failed executioner can take no more, his professional pride has been hurt. Before setting our friend free again, he asks him his secret --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is it with the bananas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the bananas have nothing to do with it," replies our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm just a bad conductor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-973908492069973117?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/973908492069973117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=973908492069973117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/973908492069973117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/973908492069973117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/joke-bad-conductor.html' title='Joke: Bad Conductor'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035291719478678661.post-9189592676996824161</id><published>2007-12-06T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:39:38.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penis'/><title type='text'>Penis Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man walks into a crowded doctor's office. As he approaches the desk, the receptionist asks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Sir, may we help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"There's something wrong with my penis,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; he informs her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The receptionist indignantly responds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Sir, You shouldn't come into a crowded office and say something like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Because"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; replies the receptionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"You've caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there's something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the doctor in private."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The man walks out, waits several minutes, and reenters. The receptionist smiles smugly and asks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Yes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"There's something wrong with my ear,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; he states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The receptionist nods approvingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"And what is wrong with your ear, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;"It burns when I piss out of it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the man replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035291719478678661-9189592676996824161?l=kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/feeds/9189592676996824161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035291719478678661&amp;postID=9189592676996824161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9189592676996824161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035291719478678661/posts/default/9189592676996824161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kah-kah-kah.blogspot.com/2007/12/penis-joke.html' title='Penis Joke'/><author><name>Mr. Right</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781056522120529881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ke7EE9oJrYg/TbFIU1_LLMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/wl5TcVFJPPk/s220/DSCN0020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
