<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623</id><updated>2009-11-10T12:59:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor Centre</title><subtitle type='html'>humor, jokes, comedy, laughter, fun, therapy, family, education</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5002230008137591455</id><published>2009-11-06T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:49:23.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilingual Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A Mexican bandit made a specialty of crossing the Rio Grande from time to time and robbing banks in Texas. Finally, a reward was offered for his capture, and an enterprising Texas ranger decided to track him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy search, he traced the bandit to his favorite cantina, snuck up behind him, put his trusty six-shooter to the bandit's head, and said, "You're under arrest. Tell me where you hid the loot or I'll blow your brains out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bandit didn't speak English, and the Ranger didn't speak Spanish. Fortunately, a bilingual lawyer was in the &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;saloon and translated the Ranger's message. The terrified bandit blurted out, in Spanish, that the loot was buried under the oak tree in back of the cantina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say?" asked the Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer answered, "He said 'Get lost, you turkey. You wouldn't dare shoot me.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/2009/11/car-tooth.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SeRMLOd2HpI/AAAAAAAAKkU/lQCBE3dYnQE/s400/humor-pictures.jpg" alt="humor-pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324464415204318866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-5002230008137591455?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5002230008137591455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5002230008137591455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5002230008137591455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5002230008137591455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/11/bilingual-lawyer.html' title='Bilingual Lawyer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SeRMLOd2HpI/AAAAAAAAKkU/lQCBE3dYnQE/s72-c/humor-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5194850730705144894</id><published>2009-11-02T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:05:34.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Art Watch</title><content type='html'>A rather confident man walks into a bar and takes a seat next to a very attractive woman. He gives her a quick glance, then casually looks at his watch for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman notices this and asks, "Is your date running late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he replies, "I just bought this state-of-the-art watch and I was just testing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intrigued woman says, "A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me," he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;telling you now?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it says you're not wearing any panties." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman giggles and replies, "Well it must be broken then because I am wearing panties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man explains, "Damn thing must be an hour fast." &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-5194850730705144894?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5194850730705144894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5194850730705144894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5194850730705144894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5194850730705144894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/11/state-of-art-watch.html' title='State Of The Art Watch'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6185982110197515917</id><published>2009-11-02T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:58:03.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Drunkeness</title><content type='html'>0 - Stone cold sober. Brain as sharp as an army bayonet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Still sober. Pleasure senses activated. Feeling of well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Lager warming up head. Pretzles are ordered. Barmaid complimented on choice of blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Crossword in newspaper is filled in. After a while blanks are filled with random letters and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Barmaid complimented on choice of bra. Partially visible when bending to get packets of crisps. Try to instigate conversation about bras. Order half a dozen packets of pretzles one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Have brilliant discussion with guy on the next bar stool. Devise fool-proof scheme for &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;wining lottery, sort out Denver Broncos defense problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Feel like a Demi-God. Map out rest of life on cocktail napkin. Realize that everybody loves you. Call parents and tell them you love them. Call girlfriend to tell her you love her and she still has an amazing ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Send drinks over to woman sitting at table with boyfriend. No reaction. Scribble out message of love on five cocktail napkins and Frisbee them to her across the room. Boyfriend asks you outside. You buy him a Slim Panatela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Some slurring. Offer to buy drinks for everyone in room. Lots of people say yes. Go round the bar hugging them one by one. Fall over. Get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Head-ache kicks in. Michelob tastes off. Send it back. Next bottle comes back tasting same. Say, "That's much better". Fight nausea by trying to play old Space Invaders game for ten minutes before seeing out of order sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Some doubling of vision. Stand on table shouting abuse at all four bartenders. Talked down by bartender's wives, who you offer to give a baby to. Fall over. Get up. Fall over. Impale head on corner of table. Fail to notice oozing head wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Speech no longer possible. Eventually manage to find door. Sit and take stock. Realize you are sitting in pub cellar, having taken a wrong turning. Vomit. Pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Put in cab by somebody. Give home address. Taken home. Can't get key in door. Realize you've given address of your local gym. Generally pleased at way evening has gone. Pass out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/R3ISyLQ9iuI/AAAAAAAABxw/duMQfr2vyDg/s400/funny+pictures.jpg" alt="funny pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148197977264589538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535472868970776623-6185982110197515917?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6185982110197515917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6185982110197515917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6185982110197515917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6185982110197515917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/11/stages-of-drunkeness.html' title='Stages of Drunkeness'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/R3ISyLQ9iuI/AAAAAAAABxw/duMQfr2vyDg/s72-c/funny+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3953157065336770126</id><published>2009-11-02T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:54:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing Men to Dogs</title><content type='html'>How Dogs and Men Are the Same&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Both take up too much space on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Both mark their territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Neither tells you what's bothering them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Both have an inordinate fascination with women's crotches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Neither does any dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Both fart shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Neither of them notice when you get your hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Both like dominance games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Both are suspicious of &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the postman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Neither understands what you see in cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Dogs Are Better Than Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dogs do not have problems expressing affection in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dogs miss you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dogs feel guilty when they've done something wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dogs admit when they're jealous&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dogs are very direct about wanting to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dogs do not play games with you, except fetch (and they never laugh at how you throw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can train a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dogs are easy to buy for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The worst social disease you can get from dogs is fleas. (OK, really, the worst disease you can get from them is rabies, but there's a vaccine for it and you can kill the one that gives it to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dogs understand what "no" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dogs mean it when they kiss you. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-3953157065336770126?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3953157065336770126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3953157065336770126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3953157065336770126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3953157065336770126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/11/comparing-men-to-dogs.html' title='Comparing Men to Dogs'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4191911548200415553</id><published>2009-11-02T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:51:14.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Contains Female Hormones</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, scientists for Health Canada suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption, considering the results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that drinking beer makes men turn into women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To test the finding, 100 men were fed 6 pints of beer each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then observed that 100% of the men gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became overly emotional, couldn't drive, failed to think rationally, argued over nothing, and refused to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;apologize when wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further testing is planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SZjblrpVEiI/AAAAAAAAJNU/JEGl3DUiaqM/s400/humor-with-children.jpg" alt="humor-with-children" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230001646473762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-4191911548200415553?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4191911548200415553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4191911548200415553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4191911548200415553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4191911548200415553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/11/beer-contains-female-hormones.html' title='Beer Contains Female Hormones'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SZjblrpVEiI/AAAAAAAAJNU/JEGl3DUiaqM/s72-c/humor-with-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8503520854949648056</id><published>2009-10-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:37:56.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Woman</title><content type='html'>On a Trans-Atlantic Flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman in particular loses it! Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too young to die, I want my last minutes on Earth to be memorable! I've had plenty of sex in my life, but no one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well, I've had it! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the front of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can make you feel like a woman," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, built, with flowing black hair and jet black eyes, he starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as the strange man approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Here, iron this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/Sc2d-aHJ1VI/AAAAAAAAKJk/5VsbixvscUk/s400/humor-pictures.jpg" alt="humor-pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318080430481200466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4535472868970776623-8503520854949648056?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8503520854949648056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8503520854949648056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8503520854949648056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8503520854949648056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-woman.html' title='Like a Woman'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/Sc2d-aHJ1VI/AAAAAAAAKJk/5VsbixvscUk/s72-c/humor-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7359190637732766165</id><published>2009-10-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:56:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carstianity</title><content type='html'>"Haul a Yugo. Haul a Yugo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gearly beloved, we are Blazered here in the name of our Four-door, who art in Half-ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking of our lord and Mazda, Jeep-sus Chrysler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Alfa and the Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born in a Ranger, he was Tempo'd by the DeVille, and he Daihatsu'd for your Sentras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Dodge not, that ye not be &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not Corvette thy neighbor's Whitewall, but turn the other Cherokee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ye have Fiat, ye can move Montecarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't Chevy, he's my Beretta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate the Last Supra, and he climbed the mount of Cavalier, where they Cruise-controlled him on the Motocross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, in his Infiniti Mercedes, did Rolls away the Stanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us Prelude: Sayeth the prophet Isuzu, in the Dusenburg Bible, In the 23rd Saab, "The Ford is my Chauffeur. I shall not Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Lexus me in the paths of Right-turn-signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the Valet of the Shadow of Dart, I shall Fiero no Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru Goo dwrench and Mercury shall Volvo me Audi Daytonas of my life, and I shall Dwellmeter house of Delorean, Four-cylinder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, In Ex-Celica Geo! &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-7359190637732766165?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7359190637732766165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7359190637732766165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7359190637732766165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7359190637732766165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/carstianity_23.html' title='Carstianity'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8018135504165009861</id><published>2009-10-23T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:50:24.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carstianity</title><content type='html'>"Haul a Yugo. Haul a Yugo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gearly beloved, we are Blazered here in the name of our Four-door, who art in Half-ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking of our lord and Mazda, Jeep-sus Chrysler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Alfa and the Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born in a Ranger, he was Tempo'd by the &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;DeVille, and he Daihatsu'd for your Sentras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Dodge not, that ye not be Dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not Corvette thy neighbor's Whitewall, but turn the other Cherokee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ye have Fiat, ye can move Montecarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't Chevy, he's my Beretta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate the Last Supra, and he climbed the mount of Cavalier, where they Cruise-controlled him on the Motocross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, in his Infiniti Mercedes, did Rolls away the Stanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us Prelude: Sayeth the prophet Isuzu, in the Dusenburg Bible, In the 23rd Saab, "The Ford is my Chauffeur. I shall not Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Lexus me in the paths of Right-turn-signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the Valet of the Shadow of Dart, I shall Fiero no Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru Goo dwrench and Mercury shall Volvo me Audi Daytonas of my life, and I shall Dwellmeter house of Delorean, Four-cylinder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, In Ex-Celica Geo! &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-8018135504165009861?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8018135504165009861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8018135504165009861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8018135504165009861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8018135504165009861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/carstianity.html' title='Carstianity'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6716579291716746835</id><published>2009-10-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:44:55.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Not To Jog</title><content type='html'>1. My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now &amp; we don't know where the heck she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to exercise in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't exercise at all. If God meant us to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;touch our toes, he would have put them further up our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't jog. It makes the ice jump right out of my glass. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-6716579291716746835?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6716579291716746835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6716579291716746835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6716579291716746835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6716579291716746835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-reasons-not-to-jog.html' title='10 Reasons Not To Jog'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-389133151239188845</id><published>2009-10-23T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:40:59.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride Tells her Husband</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the&lt;br /&gt;prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the&lt;br /&gt;prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but&lt;br /&gt;the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him&lt;br /&gt;a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently&lt;br /&gt;born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-389133151239188845?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/389133151239188845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=389133151239188845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/389133151239188845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/389133151239188845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/bride-tells-her-husband.html' title='The Bride Tells her Husband'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6964043955343273619</id><published>2009-10-19T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:15:10.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Love to a Woman</title><content type='html'>MAKING COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;Making a cup of coffee is like making love to a beautiful woman. It's got to be hot. You've got to take your time. You've got to stir.. gently, and firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to grind your beans until they squeak. And then you put in the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYING A CARPET&lt;br /&gt;Laying a carpet is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check the dimensions, lay her out on the floor, pin her down, nail her, then walk all over her. If you're adventurous - like me - you might like to try an underlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANGING WALLPAPER&lt;br /&gt;Well, hanging wallpaper is also very much like making love to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean all the relevant surfaces, spread her out on the table, cover her with paste, and stick her up. Then you clean your brush, light your pipe, stand back and admire your handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTTING UP A TENT&lt;br /&gt;Putting up a tent, is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rent her, unzip the door, put up your pole an'.. slip in to the old bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING A CAR&lt;br /&gt;Washing a car, is very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to caress the bodywork. Breathe softly and gently. And give every inch of it your loving attention. And make sure you've got a nice wet sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING IN THERAPY&lt;br /&gt;And yet, having therapy is very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You.. get on the couch, string 'em along with some half-lies and evasions, probe some deep dark holes, and then hand over all your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING IN A CRASH&lt;br /&gt;Going to the brink of death and back, in a nine car pile-up on a dual carriage-way, is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, brace yourself, hold on tight - particularly if it's a rear-ender. And pray you make contact with her twin airbags as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING FISHING&lt;br /&gt;Going fishing was very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, clean and inspect your tackle, carefully pull back your rod cover, and remove any dirt or gunge that may have built up whilst not in use. Then, extend your rod to its full length, and check that there are no kinks or any wear. Particularly at the base, where the grip is usually applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you've got a decent float, the appropriate bait, and that there's plenty of shot in your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/Scd2eGnjb7I/AAAAAAAAKAU/rwIQRDIOGY0/s400/humor-pictures.jpg" alt="humor-pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348144678825906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-6964043955343273619?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6964043955343273619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6964043955343273619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6964043955343273619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6964043955343273619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-love-to-woman.html' title='Making Love to a Woman'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/Scd2eGnjb7I/AAAAAAAAKAU/rwIQRDIOGY0/s72-c/humor-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1380815564143802013</id><published>2009-10-19T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:10:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus and the Robber</title><content type='html'>One night a robber broke into a home and heard a voice say, "Jesus is watching you!" while he rumagged through the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Who said that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again he heard the same thing, "Jesus is watching you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber looked around the room only to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;see a parrot. He asked the parrot what its name was. The parrot replied, "Cornelius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber said, "What kind of a name is that?! Who names a parrot that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot said, "The same person who named that rottweiler behind you Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humor-in-photos-and-pictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-pets-leap-dog.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SebmLv8rVOI/AAAAAAAAKno/6gL7mxBMa54/s400/animal-humor.jpg" alt="animal-humor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325196698936104162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-1380815564143802013?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1380815564143802013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1380815564143802013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1380815564143802013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1380815564143802013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/jesus-and-robber.html' title='Jesus and the Robber'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SebmLv8rVOI/AAAAAAAAKno/6gL7mxBMa54/s72-c/animal-humor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6570138000633574549</id><published>2009-10-19T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:07:48.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedestrians And Catholics</title><content type='html'>The traffic light wasn't working on the corner of Broadway and 72nd Street, so the blonde stood with a large crowd of people waiting to cross, while a cop directed traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the cop blew his whistle, motioned to the crowd, and shouted, "Okay, pedestrians!" The throng surged across Broadway -- all except the blonde, who stayed on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the walkers were safely on the other side of the street, the cop moved the cross-traffic through the intersection. Half a minute later, he stopped the cars on &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Broadway and sent the 72nd Street traffic into motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he got around to the blonde's corner, where by this time she had again been joined by a crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweeeeeeeet! "Okay, pedestrians!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd crossed the street, but again the blonde stayed put. She looked at her watch and tapped her foot but never budged from the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after the cop yelled "Okay, pedestrians!" for the third time, the blonde shouted across traffic, "Yo! Officer! Isn't it about time you let the Catholics cross?" &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-6570138000633574549?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6570138000633574549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6570138000633574549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6570138000633574549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6570138000633574549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/pedestrians-and-catholics.html' title='Pedestrians And Catholics'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2520719345869564990</id><published>2009-10-19T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:04:15.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents for the Wife</title><content type='html'>Three men, a doctor, a lawyer, and a biker were sitting in a bar talking over a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sip of his Martini, the doctor said, "You know, tomorrow is my anniversary. I bought my wife a diamond ring and a new Mercedes. I figure if she doesn't like the diamond ring, then at least she will like the Mercedes, and she will know that I love her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing his scotch, the lawyer said, "Well, on my last anniversary, I bought my wife a string of pearls and a trip to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the Bahamas. I figured if she didn't like the pearls, then at least she would have enjoyed the trip, and she would have known that I loved her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker then took a big swig from his beer, and said, "Yeah, well for my anniversary, I got my old lady a t-shirt and a vibrator. I figured if she didn't like the t-shirt, then she could go f*** herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/ShGO7GISU1I/AAAAAAAALKA/mCRg99kabNI/s400/funny-pictures.jpg" alt="funny-pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204179319542610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-2520719345869564990?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2520719345869564990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2520719345869564990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2520719345869564990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2520719345869564990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/presents-for-wife.html' title='Presents for the Wife'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/ShGO7GISU1I/AAAAAAAALKA/mCRg99kabNI/s72-c/funny-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-216975297626262104</id><published>2009-10-19T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:47:52.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Viruses on the Loose!</title><content type='html'>Oprah Winfrey virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your 200MB hard drive suddenly shrinks to 80MB and then slowly expands back to 200MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T virus:&lt;br /&gt;Every three minutes it tells you what great service you are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCI virus:&lt;br /&gt;Every three minutes it reminds you that you're paying too much for the AT&amp;T virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically Correct virus:&lt;br /&gt;Never calls itself a "virus", but instead refers to itself as an "electronic microorganism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger virus:&lt;br /&gt;Terminates and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;stays resident. It'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government Economist virus:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works, but all your diagnostic software says everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New World Order virus:&lt;br /&gt;Probably harmless, but it makes a lot of people really mad just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federal Bureaucrat virus:&lt;br /&gt;Divides your hard disk into hundreds of little units, each of which does practically nothing, but all of which claim to be the most important part of your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas virus:&lt;br /&gt;Makes sure that it's bigger than any other file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve virus:&lt;br /&gt;Takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressional virus:&lt;br /&gt;The computer locks up, screen splits erratically with a message appearing on each half blaming the other side for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline virus:&lt;br /&gt;You're in Dallas but your data is in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freudian virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your computer becomes obsessed with marrying to its own motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Television virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your programs stop every few minutes to ask for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your computer gets fat, slow and lazy, then self destructs only to resurface at shopping malls and service stations across rural America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike virus:&lt;br /&gt;Just does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressional virus #2:&lt;br /&gt;Runs every program on the hard drive simultaneously, but doesn't allow the user to accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek virus:&lt;br /&gt;Invades your system in places where no virus has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Care virus:&lt;br /&gt;Tests your system for a day, finds nothing wrong, and sends you a bill for $4,500. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-216975297626262104?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/216975297626262104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=216975297626262104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/216975297626262104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/216975297626262104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-viruses-on-lose.html' title='New Viruses on the Loose!'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6063147526011546688</id><published>2009-10-19T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:44:03.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs</title><content type='html'>Husband and wife are getting all snugly in bed. The passion is heating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the wife stops and says, "I don' t feel like it. I just want you to hold me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says " WHAT???" The wife explains that he must not be in tune with her emotional needs as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband realizes that nothing is going to happen tonight and he might as well deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the husband takes her shopping at &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a big dept. store. He walks around and had her try on three very expensive outfits. And then tells his wife, We 'll take all three of them. Then goes over and gets matching shoes worth $200 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then goes to the jewelry Dept. and gets a set of diamond earrings. The wife is so excited (she thinks her husband has flipped out, but she does not care). She goes for the tennis bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says "but you don 't even play tennis, but OK if you like it then lets get it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is jumping up and down. So excited she cannot even believe what is going on. She says " I am ready to go, lets go to the cash register. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, " no no no, honey we're not going to buy all this stuff." The wife face goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No honey - I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face gets really red she is about to explode and then the husband says " You must not be in tune with my financial needs as a MAN!" &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-6063147526011546688?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6063147526011546688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6063147526011546688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6063147526011546688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6063147526011546688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/10/needs.html' title='Needs'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-9113005567606471039</id><published>2009-09-09T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:31:35.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Logic</title><content type='html'>Two rednecks decided that they weren't going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first went in to see the counselor, who told him to take math, history, and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's logic?" the first redneck asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a weed eater?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sure do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;yard," replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's real good!" said the redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor continued, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also own a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the redneck said, "Amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Betty Mae! This is incredible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck was catching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual," said the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're absolutely right! Why that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever heard! I cain't wait to take that logic class!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck, proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into the hallway where his friend was still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what classes are ya takin'?" asked the friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Math, history, and logic!" replied the first redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What in tarnation is logic?" asked his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weed eater?" asked the first redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," his friend replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're queer, ain't ya?" &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-9113005567606471039?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/9113005567606471039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=9113005567606471039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9113005567606471039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9113005567606471039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/redneck-logic.html' title='Redneck Logic'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1770907161562094814</id><published>2009-09-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:29:30.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time of Weakness</title><content type='html'>Rosemary had been divorced for a few years and was finding life very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after much persuasion, she consented to go out on a date with Andy, a gentleman her daughter fixed her up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy picked her up and they went to a very secluded spot to have a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy had also been divorced for quite some time and found himself very &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;attracted to Rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her initial resistance to his advances, he finally suceeded in making love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary was mortified at her lack of self-control and sobbed, "I don't know how I'm going to face my daughter, knowing that in a time of weakness, I sinned twice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, twice?" Andy asked. "We only did it once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're going to do it again, aren't you?" Rosemary asked. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-1770907161562094814?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1770907161562094814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1770907161562094814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1770907161562094814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1770907161562094814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-of-weakness.html' title='A Time of Weakness'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6563091940313284743</id><published>2009-09-09T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:48:45.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Samples</title><content type='html'>An old man goes to the doctor for his yearly physical, his wife tagging along. When the doctor enters the examination room, he tells the old man, "I need a urine sample, a stool sample and a sperm sample."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man, being hard of hearing, looks at his wife and yells: "WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say? What's he want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife yells back, "He needs your underwear." &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-6563091940313284743?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6563091940313284743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6563091940313284743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6563091940313284743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6563091940313284743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-samples.html' title='Need Samples'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4223655907221847249</id><published>2009-09-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:37:39.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartest Man in the World</title><content type='html'>A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute, yelled to the passengers that they had better jump, and bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;lives, so I must live," and jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry, Father. The 'smartest man in the world' just took off with my back pack." &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-4223655907221847249?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4223655907221847249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4223655907221847249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4223655907221847249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4223655907221847249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/smartest-man-in-world.html' title='Smartest Man in the World'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2324345775732883611</id><published>2009-09-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:23:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Comebacks</title><content type='html'>Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female inpersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unferrtilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-2324345775732883611?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2324345775732883611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2324345775732883611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2324345775732883611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2324345775732883611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/female-comebacks.html' title='Female Comebacks'/><author><name>Drs. 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It'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government Economist virus:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works, but all your &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;diagnostic software says everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New World Order virus:&lt;br /&gt;Probably harmless, but it makes a lot of people really mad just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federal Bureaucrat virus:&lt;br /&gt;Divides your hard disk into hundreds of little units, each of which does practically nothing, but all of which claim to be the most important part of your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas virus:&lt;br /&gt;Makes sure that it's bigger than any other file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve virus:&lt;br /&gt;Takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressional virus:&lt;br /&gt;The computer locks up, screen splits erratically with a message appearing on each half blaming the other side for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline virus:&lt;br /&gt;You're in Dallas but your data is in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freudian virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your computer becomes obsessed with marrying to its own motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Television virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your programs stop every few minutes to ask for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis virus:&lt;br /&gt;Your computer gets fat, slow and lazy, then self destructs only to resurface at shopping malls and service stations across rural America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike virus:&lt;br /&gt;Just does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressional virus #2:&lt;br /&gt;Runs every program on the hard drive simultaneously, but doesn't allow the user to accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek virus:&lt;br /&gt;Invades your system in places where no virus has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Care virus:&lt;br /&gt;Tests your system for a day, finds nothing wrong, and sends you a bill for $4,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-6172432128072194390?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6172432128072194390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6172432128072194390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6172432128072194390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6172432128072194390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-viruses-on-loose.html' title='New Viruses on the loose!'/><author><name>Drs. 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"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darn, he recognized me," she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went for a complete disguise this time,&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, she exclaimed "How do you know I'm a blonde?" "Because that's a microwave," he replied. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-3024947906068566606?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3024947906068566606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3024947906068566606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3024947906068566606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3024947906068566606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/blonde-goes-shopping.html' title='Blonde Goes Shopping'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1958038405372149110</id><published>2009-09-08T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:46:41.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Love to a Woman</title><content type='html'>MAKING COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;Making a cup of coffee is like making love to a beautiful woman. It's got to be hot. You've got to take your time. You've got to stir.. gently, and firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to grind your beans until they squeak. And then you put in the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYING A CARPET&lt;br /&gt;Laying a carpet is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You check the dimensions, lay her out on the floor, pin her down, nail her, then walk all over her. If you're adventurous - like me - you might like to try an underlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANGING WALLPAPER&lt;br /&gt;Well, hanging wallpaper is also&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean all the relevant surfaces, spread her out on the table, cover her with paste, and stick her up. Then you clean your brush, light your pipe, stand back and admire your handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTTING UP A TENT&lt;br /&gt;Putting up a tent, is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rent her, unzip the door, put up your pole an'.. slip in to the old bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING A CAR&lt;br /&gt;Washing a car, is very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to caress the bodywork. Breathe softly and gently. And give every inch of it your loving attention. And make sure you've got a nice wet sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING IN THERAPY&lt;br /&gt;And yet, having therapy is very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You.. get on the couch, string 'em along with some half-lies and evasions, probe some deep dark holes, and then hand over all your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING IN A CRASH&lt;br /&gt;Going to the brink of death and back, in a nine car pile-up on a dual carriage-way, is.. very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, brace yourself, hold on tight - particularly if it's a rear-ender. And pray you make contact with her twin airbags as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING FISHING&lt;br /&gt;Going fishing was very much like making love to a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, clean and inspect your tackle, carefully pull back your rod cover, and remove any dirt or gunge that may have built up whilst not in use. Then, extend your rod to its full length, and check that there are no kinks or any wear. Particularly at the base, where the grip is usually applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you've got a decent float, the appropriate bait, and that there's plenty of shot in your bag. &lt;br /&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/4535472868970776623-1958038405372149110?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1958038405372149110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1958038405372149110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1958038405372149110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1958038405372149110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-love-to-woman.html' title='Making Love to a Woman'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17693721039477045855'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7761016846078595740</id><published>2009-09-07T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:54:19.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Assistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesandhumor.com/jokes/pictures/unwanted.jpg" alt="Sports Jokes Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/4535472868970776623-7761016846078595740?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7761016846078595740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7761016846078595740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7761016846078595740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7761016846078595740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2009/09/unwanted-assistance.html' title='Unwanted Assistance'/><author><name>Drs. 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