<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623</id><updated>2011-09-21T06:56:18.376-07:00</updated><category term='Businees'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Blind'/><category term='English'/><category term='Lawyer'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Top Lists'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Insults'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Female'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Military'/><category term='Ethnic'/><category term='Idiot'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='Aviation'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='Animal'/><category term='Farmer'/><category term='Blonde'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='Adult'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Parent'/><category term='political'/><category term='Gender'/><category term='Foot'/><category term='Police'/><category term='School'/><category term='True Stories'/><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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>354</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6049607472042647837</id><published>2011-09-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:54:48.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Better relationship</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed. "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem?" the docotor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;all around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did my advice not work?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a problem," the man replied. "My wife does."&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/4535472868970776623-6049607472042647837?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6049607472042647837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6049607472042647837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6049607472042647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6049607472042647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/better-relationship.html' title='Better relationship'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3635348999323259456</id><published>2011-09-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:41:41.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot'/><title type='text'>Stupid people stories</title><content type='html'>Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEADHEADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in Orange County Municipal Court had been ticketed for driving alone in the carpool lane. He claimed that the four frozen cadavers in the mortuary van he was driving should be counted. The judged ruled that passengers must be alive to qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WOULD BE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge called the case of People vs. Steven Lewon Crook. The bailiff opened the door to the holding cell and called, "Crook, come forward." Five of the prisoners entered the courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN YOUR LESSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked for her occupation, a woman charged with a &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;traffic violation said she was a schoolteacher. The judge rose from the bench. "Madam, I have waited years for a schoolteacher to appear before this court," he smiled with delight. "Now sit down at that table and write 'I will not pass through a red light' five hundred times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, THAT'S BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge in Louisville decided a jury went "a little bit too far" in recommending a sentence of 5,005 years for a man who was convicted of five robberies and a kidnapping. The judge reduced the sentence to 1,001 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS! I BLEW THAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer defending a man accused of burglary tried this creative defense: "My client merely inserted his arm into the window and removed a few trifling articles. His arm is not himself, and I fail to see how you can punish the whole individual for an offense committed by his limb." "Well put," the judge replied. "Using your logic, I sentence the defendant's arm to one year's imprisonment. He can accompany it or not, as he chooses." The defendant smiled. With his lawyer's assistance he detached his artificial limb, laid it on the bench, and walked out.&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/4535472868970776623-3635348999323259456?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3635348999323259456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3635348999323259456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3635348999323259456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3635348999323259456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/stupid-people-stories.html' title='Stupid people stories'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4203695413201901833</id><published>2011-09-21T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:23:46.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal'/><title type='text'>Horses at the Race</title><content type='html'>Panda A champion jockey is about to enter an important race on a new horse. The horse's trainer meets him before the race and says, ''All you have to remember with this horse is that every time you approach a jump, you have to shout, 'ALLLLEEE OOOP!' really loudly in the horse's ear. Providing you do that, you'll be fine.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jockey thinks the trainer is mad but promises to shout the command. The race begins and they approach the first hurdle. The jockey ignores the trainer's ridiculous advice and the horse crashes straight through the center of the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carry on and approach the second hurdle. The jockey, somewhat embarrassed, whispers 'Aleeee ooop' in the horse's ear. The same thing&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; happens--the horse crashes straight through the center of the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the third hurdle, the jockey thinks, ''It's no good, I'll have to do it,'' and yells, ''ALLLEEE OOOP!'' really loudly. Sure enough, the horse sails over the jump with no problems. This continues for the rest of the race, but due to the earlier problems the horse only finishes third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainer is fuming and asks the jockey what went wrong. The jockey replies, ''Nothing is wrong with me--it's this bloody horse. What is he--deaf or something?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainer replies, ''Deaf?? DEAF?? He's not deaf--he's BLIND!'' &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/4535472868970776623-4203695413201901833?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4203695413201901833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4203695413201901833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4203695413201901833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4203695413201901833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/horses-at-race.html' title='Horses at the Race'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7834929120371219917</id><published>2011-09-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:17:43.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal'/><title type='text'>The amazing flying dog</title><content type='html'>Panda A woman is out looking for a pet, and so she's trying the local pet shops. She walks into a small pet shop and explains her need to the attendant. He thinks for a moment and then says, "I've got just the thing for you madam. I'll just get him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he disappears into the back of the shop, and returns a few seconds later with a cute little puppy. "This dog is a special dog," he tells her. "It is able to fly," he explains, and with that throws the dog into the air. It immediately begins to float gracefully around the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is one problem with him, however. Whenever you say 'my', he'll eat whatever you've mentioned. Watch. "My apple!" The lady watches in astonishment as the dog zooms over to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the shop attendant and furiously devours an apple he has produced from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's cute, and so unusual. I'll take him," she says, and a few minutes later she is on her way back home with dog to show her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, look what a clever pet I bought today!" she exclaims when she gets back home. "He can fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband peers at the dog, and then remarks, "Fly eh? Ha! My foot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4535472868970776623-7834929120371219917?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7834929120371219917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7834929120371219917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7834929120371219917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7834929120371219917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/amazing-flying-dog.html' title='The amazing flying dog'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5504898645890662630</id><published>2011-05-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:48:25.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Will of Americans</title><content type='html'>Tired of his low approval ratings, President Clinton called up the head of the CIA and said, "I want your very best agent over here first thing in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, a call went out to the Middle East, and the most gifted American agent was headed back to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the agent was escorted into the Oval Office. The President said, "I hear you're the best in the business. I can't trust what my staff tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want you to visit every state in the union, every major city. I want you to stay out on the road until you have an idea of what the vast majority of Americans would like to see happen in &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the Oval Office. Understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIA agent responded affirmatively. He left the White House and wasn't heard from for nearly four months. Finally, he showed up early on a Saturday morning, and the President saw him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President said, "Did you find out what an overwhelming majority of Americans want done here in this office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then, express the will of the people," Clinton ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the agent stood up, pulled out a gun, and shot him.&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/4535472868970776623-5504898645890662630?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5504898645890662630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5504898645890662630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5504898645890662630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5504898645890662630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-of-americans.html' title='Will of Americans'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1011728720384311787</id><published>2011-05-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:46:52.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Do you Know who I am?</title><content type='html'>It was the final examination for an introductory Biology course at the local university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 500 students in the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail. Half of an hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing. An hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looked incredulous and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who I am?" the student asked again in a louder voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room. &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/4535472868970776623-1011728720384311787?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1011728720384311787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1011728720384311787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1011728720384311787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1011728720384311787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-know-who-i-am.html' title='Do you Know who I am?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4745361929314459135</id><published>2011-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:43:57.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><title type='text'>Delivering a baby</title><content type='html'>A country doctor went way out to the boondocks to deliver a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so far out, there was no electricity. When the doctor arrived, no one was home except for the laboring mother and her 5-year-old child. The doctor instructed the child to hold a lantern high so he could see, while he helped the woman deliver the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child did so, the mother pushed and after a little while, the doctor lifted the newborn baby by the feet and spanked him on the bottom to get him to take his first breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then asked the 5-year-old what he thought of &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hit him again," the 5-year-old said. "He shouldn't have crawled up there in the first place!"&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/4535472868970776623-4745361929314459135?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4745361929314459135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4745361929314459135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4745361929314459135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4745361929314459135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/delivering-baby.html' title='Delivering a baby'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3791374592107247259</id><published>2011-05-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:42:14.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><title type='text'>Woman is on a Bus</title><content type='html'>A woman got on a bus holding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver said: "That's the ugliest baby I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a huff, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle seat near the rear of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus driver insulted me," she fumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sympathized and said: "Why, he's a public servant and shouldn't say things to insult passengers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right," she said. "I think I'll go &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;back up there and give him a piece of my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good idea," the man said. "Here, let me hold your monkey."&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/4535472868970776623-3791374592107247259?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3791374592107247259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3791374592107247259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3791374592107247259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3791374592107247259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/woman-is-on-bus.html' title='Woman is on a Bus'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-390218629492549817</id><published>2011-05-30T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:38:57.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot'/><title type='text'>Mega Moron Awards</title><content type='html'>Tennessee: A man successfully broke into a bank after hours and stole the bank's video camera, while the camera was remotely recording. (That is, the videotape recorder was located elsewhere in the bank, so he didn't get the videotape of himself stealing the camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana: A man walked into a Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer? Fifteen dollars. [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, was a crime committed?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas: Seems this guy wanted some beer&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; pretty badly. He decided that he'd just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. Seems the liquor store window was made of Plexi-Glass. The whole event was caught on videotape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York: As a female shopper exited a convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police had apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, "Yes Officer..that's her. That's the lady I stole the purse from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Arbor:The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 12:50am, flashed a gun and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn't open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren't available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky: Two men tried to pull the front off a cash machine by running a chain from the machine to the bumper of their pickup truck. Instead of pulling the front panel off the machine, though, they pulled the bumper off their truck. Scared, they left the scene and drove home. With the chain still attached to the machine. With their bumper still attached to the chain. With their vehicle's license plate still attached to the bumper.&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/4535472868970776623-390218629492549817?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/390218629492549817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=390218629492549817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/390218629492549817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/390218629492549817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/mega-moron-awards.html' title='Mega Moron Awards'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3120422785128527973</id><published>2011-04-15T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:56:13.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Men advising women</title><content type='html'>Advice From Men To Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Never buy a 'new' brand of beer because 'it was on sale.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If we're in the backyard and the TV in the den is on, that doesn't mean we're not watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don't tell anyone we can't afford a new car. Tell them we don't want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Whenever possible please try to say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Please don't drive when you're &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don't feel compelled to tell us how all the people in your stories are related to one another: We're just nodding, waiting for the punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The quarterback who just got pummeled isn't trying to be brave. He's just not crying. Big difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When the waiter asks if everything's okay, a simple 'Yes' is fine.&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/4535472868970776623-3120422785128527973?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3120422785128527973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3120422785128527973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3120422785128527973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3120422785128527973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/men-advising-women.html' title='Men advising women'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8357739298338135707</id><published>2011-04-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:54:48.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>A woman's seminars</title><content type='html'>New Summer Seminars for Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Auto Hood Release, What Is It And Why Is It There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Beyond Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, The Non-Renewable Resource&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get 90 Minutes Out Of An Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Men Don't Like Any Of Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Be A Victim Of Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get Out &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Of Bed Without Waking Up Your Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is There Really Enough Makeup In The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get The Most Out Of A Garbage Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar Smoke And Its Benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocks And Time: The Mysterious Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tupperware: Its Social And Environmental Drawbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where To Look When Your Auto Is In Reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning When Not To Talk, And Then Not Talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Avoid Turning Into Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Time: When You And Your Husband Should Spend Time Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Front Page: Exploring The Daily Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Accept Criticism or When To Give Up On Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telltales Sounds Associated With Auto Collisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Paper And The Loss Of The Rain Forests: The Vital Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ignorance Can Be A Blessing: Household Finances And You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Keep 'Em Guessing, or: 101 Ways To Fold A Towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking And Driving: There's Got To Be A Way &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/4535472868970776623-8357739298338135707?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8357739298338135707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8357739298338135707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8357739298338135707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8357739298338135707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/womans-seminars.html' title='A woman&apos;s seminars'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7002463551705765085</id><published>2011-04-15T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:49:09.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Visit the barber</title><content type='html'>A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment - shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut, etc. - he placed the boy in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm goin' to buy a green tie to wear for the parade," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy's haircut was completed and the man still hadn't returned, the barber said, "Looks like your daddy's forgotten all about you." "That wasn't my daddy," said the boy. "He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, 'Come on, son, we're gonna &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;get a free haircut!'"&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/4535472868970776623-7002463551705765085?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7002463551705765085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7002463551705765085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7002463551705765085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7002463551705765085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/visit-barber.html' title='Visit the barber'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2177255511727047781</id><published>2011-04-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:46:10.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>At a grocery store</title><content type='html'>A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for cookies and her mother told her, "No." The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Monica, we just have half of the aisles left to go through - don't be upset. It won't be long now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they came to the candy aisle and the little girl began to shout for candy. When told she couldn't have any, she began to cry. The mother said, "There, there, Monica, don't cry - only two more aisles to go and then we'll be checking out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the checkout stand, the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there'd be no gum purchased. The mother said serenely, "Monica, we'll be through this check out &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;stand in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a nice nap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her. "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Monica," he began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied, "I'm Monica - my little girl's name is Tammy."&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/4535472868970776623-2177255511727047781?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2177255511727047781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2177255511727047781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2177255511727047781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2177255511727047781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-grocery-store.html' title='At a grocery store'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6554880670037209134</id><published>2011-04-15T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:45:03.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Remember a child</title><content type='html'>A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look just like my son, who just died recently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry," replied the young man, "is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said, "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Good bye, Mother!' ? It would make me feel so much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," answered the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old woman was leaving, he called out, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;"Goodbye, Mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.&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/4535472868970776623-6554880670037209134?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6554880670037209134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6554880670037209134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6554880670037209134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6554880670037209134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-child.html' title='Remember a child'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6668387063025615924</id><published>2011-04-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:43:47.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Give me free meat</title><content type='html'>It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get,&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; and watch the expression on her face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!" &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/4535472868970776623-6668387063025615924?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6668387063025615924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6668387063025615924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6668387063025615924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6668387063025615924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-me-free-meat.html' title='Give me free meat'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5409359822365506287</id><published>2011-04-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:42:06.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Where are you from?</title><content type='html'>Theater Guest A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man groaned but didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher and the &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they summoned the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam," the man moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where ya from, Sam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pain in his voice Sam replied "... the balcony."&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/4535472868970776623-5409359822365506287?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5409359822365506287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5409359822365506287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5409359822365506287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5409359822365506287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-are-you-from.html' title='Where are you from?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7933207303698281591</id><published>2011-04-15T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:40:47.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Some police quotes</title><content type='html'>"The handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch out after you wear them awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;do that again or I'll give you another ticket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's tough, it's tougher if you're stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir, we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas, but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just how big were those two beers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In God we trust, all others are suspects."&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/4535472868970776623-7933207303698281591?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7933207303698281591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7933207303698281591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7933207303698281591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7933207303698281591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-police-quotes.html' title='Some police quotes'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4002473839646185426</id><published>2011-04-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:39:03.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Stealing from a store</title><content type='html'>This is supposedly a true story, it happened in a small town of the province of Quebec, Canada, in October 1996. They showed the video surveillance tape on the news, and even the anchorman was laughing through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robber came into a convenience store wearing a ski mask and a gun wanting to empty the cash register. He took the clerk to the backstore and locked her up in the fridge. Unfortunately, when he came back to the front of the store, a customer had come in. So he took *off* the ski mask and the gloves, and pretended to be filling in for the clerk. The customer wanted a lottery ticket, so he tried to help her out, by pressing a whole bunch of buttons on the machine (thus leaving fingerprints everywhere), but the machine &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;was not cooperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, another customer walks in. Finally, he tells the first customer (after about 5 minutes of close-up shots from the camera) that the machine is not working and that he won't be able to help her. The robber *makes the sale* to the second customer and he leaves as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber then puts back on his gloves to take the money (after touching just about everything in sight *without* gloves), and hides his face with the palm of his hands as he is leaving. This scene lasted well over 10 minutes, during which, you see and hear the robber as well as in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after excerpts of the tape were aired, the phones at the police station were ringing off the hook. Apparently, even though no reward had been offered, people thought he was too stupid to deserve anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to turn himself in that same day.&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/4535472868970776623-4002473839646185426?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4002473839646185426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4002473839646185426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4002473839646185426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4002473839646185426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/stealing-from-store.html' title='Stealing from a store'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6197877444669289867</id><published>2011-04-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:37:41.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Criminal steals lumber</title><content type='html'>A man with a nagging secret couldn't keep it any longer. In the confessional he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you take?" his priest asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough to build my own house and enough for my son's house. And houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is very serious," the priest said. "I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a retreat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Father, I haven't," the man replied. "But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber."&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/4535472868970776623-6197877444669289867?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6197877444669289867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6197877444669289867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6197877444669289867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6197877444669289867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/criminal-steals-lumber.html' title='Criminal steals lumber'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-393662539101711769</id><published>2011-04-15T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:36:09.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><title type='text'>Please show the I.D.</title><content type='html'>The following supposedly a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy walked into a little corner store with a shot gun and demanded all the cash from the cash drawer. After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber saw a bottle of scotch that he wanted behind the counter on the shelf. He told the cashier to put it in the bag as well, but the cashier refused and said "Because I don't believe you are over 21."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber said he was, but the clerk still refused to give the scotch to him because he didn't believe him. At this point the robber took his drivers license out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk looked it over, and agreed that the man was in &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;fact over 21 and he put the scotch in the bag. The robber then ran from the store with his loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier promptly called the police and gave the name and address of the robber that he got off of the license. They arrested the robber two hours later.&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/4535472868970776623-393662539101711769?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/393662539101711769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=393662539101711769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/393662539101711769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/393662539101711769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-show-id.html' title='Please show the I.D.'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3434029027443084860</id><published>2011-04-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:31:42.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Worries about a risk</title><content type='html'>There is a story about a monastery in Europe perched high on a cliff several hundred feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to reach the monastery was to be suspended in a basket which was pulled to the top by several monks who pulled and tugged with all their strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the ride up the steep cliff in that basket was terrifying. One tourist got exceedingly nervous about half-way up as he noticed that the rope by which he was suspended was old and frayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling voice he asked the monk who was riding with &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;him in the basket how often they changed the rope. The monk thought for a moment and answered brusquely, "Whenever it breaks." &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/4535472868970776623-3434029027443084860?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3434029027443084860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3434029027443084860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3434029027443084860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3434029027443084860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/worries-about-risk.html' title='Worries about a risk'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8471441403221624254</id><published>2011-04-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:30:43.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Animals go to Heaven</title><content type='html'>A cat and a mouse died on the same day and went up to Heaven. At the top they met God and he asked them 'How do you like it so far?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse replied 'It's great, but can I get a pair of roller skates?' God said 'Sure', and he gave him a pair of roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day God saw the cat and asked him 'How do you like it up here so far?' and the cat replied 'Great, I didn't know you had meals on &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;wheels up here!'&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/4535472868970776623-8471441403221624254?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8471441403221624254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8471441403221624254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8471441403221624254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8471441403221624254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/animals-go-to-heaven.html' title='Animals go to Heaven'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3328880077707786591</id><published>2011-04-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:29:24.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>History of a property</title><content type='html'>One of the best examples of how ridiculous government paperwork can be is illustrated by a recent case in Louisiana. A company president was trying to buy some land in Louisiana for a plant expansion, and he wanted to finance this new facility with a government loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lawyer filled out all the necessary forms, including the abstract---tracing the title to the land back to 1803. The government reviewed his application and abstract and sent the following reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We received today your letter enclosing application for your client supported by abstract of title. We have observed, however, that you have not traced the title previous to 1803, and before &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;final approval, it will be necessary that the title be traced previous to that year. Yours truly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the lawyer sent the following letter to the government:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gentlemen, your letter regarding title received. I note you wish title to be claimed back further than I have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was unaware that any educated man failed to know that Louisiana was purchased by the United States from France in 1803. The title of the land was acquired by France by right of conquest of Spain. The land came into possession of Spain in 1492 by right of discovery by a Spanish-Portugese sailor named Christopher Columbus, who had been granted the privilege of seeking a new route to India by Queen Isabella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The good queen, being a pious woman and careful about title, took the precaution of securing the blessing of the Pope of Rome upon Columbus' voyage before she sold her jewels to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now the Pope, as you know, is the emissary of Jesus Christ, who is the Son of God. And God made the world. Therefore, I believe it is safe to assume that He also made that part of the United States called Louisiana, and I now hope you're satisfied.' &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/4535472868970776623-3328880077707786591?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3328880077707786591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3328880077707786591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3328880077707786591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3328880077707786591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/history-of-property.html' title='History of a property'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7474957113049318802</id><published>2011-04-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:28:19.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Seeing a child in need</title><content type='html'>One afternoon a little boy was playing outdoors. He used his mother's broom as a horse and had a wonderful time until it was getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the broom on the back porch. His mother was cleaning up the kitchen when she realized that her broom was missing. She asked the little boy about the broom and he told her where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him to please go get it. The little boy informed his mom that he was afraid of the dark and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;didn't want to go out to get the broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother smiled and said 'The Lord is out there too, don't be afraid'. The little boy opened the back door a little and said 'Lord if you're out there, hand me the broom'. &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/4535472868970776623-7474957113049318802?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7474957113049318802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7474957113049318802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7474957113049318802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7474957113049318802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/seeing-child-in-need.html' title='Seeing a child in need'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1214085381109287857</id><published>2011-04-15T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:26:56.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Taxi driver in Heaven</title><content type='html'>A priest and a taxi driver both died and went to heaven. St. Peter was at the Pearly gates waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come with me', said St. Peter to the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver did as he was told and followed St. Peter to a mansion. It had anything you could imagine from a bowling alley to an olympic size pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, thank you', said the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, St. Peter led the priest to a rugged old shack with a bunk bed and a little old television set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait, I think you are &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a little mixed up', said the priest. 'Shouldn't I be the one who gets the mansion? After all I was a priest, went to church every day, and preached God's word.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, that's true. But during your sermons people slept. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed.'&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/4535472868970776623-1214085381109287857?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1214085381109287857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1214085381109287857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1214085381109287857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1214085381109287857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/taxi-driver-in-heaven.html' title='Taxi driver in Heaven'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4828777204136997863</id><published>2011-04-15T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:13:28.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Dad will never say</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Things You'll Never Hear a Dad Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Well, how 'bout that?... I'm lost! Looks like we'll have to stop and ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You know Pumpkin, now that you're thirteen, you'll be ready for unchaperoned car dates. Won't that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I noticed that all your friends have a certain "up yours" attitude ... I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Here's a credit card and the keys to my new car -- GO CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you mean you wanna play football? Figure skating &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;not good enough for you, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Mother and I are going away for the weekend ... you might want to consider throwing a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, I don't know what's wrong with your car. Probably one of those doo-hickey thingies -- you know -- that makes it run or something. Just have it towed to a mechanic and pay whatever he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No son of mine is going to live under this roof without an earring -- now quit your belly-aching, and let's go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whaddya wanna go and get a job for? I make plenty of money for you to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Father's Day? aahh -- don't worry about that -- it's no big deal.&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/4535472868970776623-4828777204136997863?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4828777204136997863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4828777204136997863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4828777204136997863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4828777204136997863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/dad-will-never-say.html' title='Dad will never say'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-9197898060948903978</id><published>2011-04-15T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:12:13.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Household physics</title><content type='html'>Laws of Household Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that the laws of household physics are every bit as real as every other law in the universe? Here are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A child's eagerness to assist in any project varies in inverse proportion to the ability to actually do the work involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leftovers always expand to fill all available containers plus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A newly washed window gathers dirt at double the speed of an unwashed window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The availability of a ballpoint pen is inversely proportional to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;how badly it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The same clutter that will fill a one-car garage will fill a two-car garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three children plus two cookies equals a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The potential for disaster is in direct proportion to the number of TV remote controls divided by the number of viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The number of doors left open varies inversely with the outdoor temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The capacity of any hot water heater is equal to one and one-half sibling showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What goes up must come down, except for bubble gum, kites and slightly used Rice Krispies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Place two children in a room full of toys and they will both want to play with the same toy.&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/4535472868970776623-9197898060948903978?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/9197898060948903978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=9197898060948903978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9197898060948903978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9197898060948903978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/household-physics.html' title='Household physics'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6141058558754227464</id><published>2011-04-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:10:27.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Photographer works</title><content type='html'>There was this haunted house on the outskirts of the town which was avoided by all the townfolk - the ghost which `lived' there was feared by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him, clanking chains et al. He told the ghost "I mean no harm - I just want your photograph". The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make the headlines - he posed for a number of ghostly shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and underexposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.&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/4535472868970776623-6141058558754227464?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6141058558754227464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6141058558754227464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6141058558754227464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6141058558754227464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/photographer-works.html' title='Photographer works'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3998320373375915613</id><published>2011-04-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:08:58.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Top Signs That You're Too Old to Trick or Treat ...</title><content type='html'>10. You get winded from knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You have to have another kid chew the candy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch and Cat &lt;br /&gt;8. You ask for high fiber candy only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People say, "What a scary mask!" but you're not wearing a mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooky Ghost &lt;br /&gt;5. When the door opens &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;you yell, "Trick or..." and can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin &lt;br /&gt;3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Pumpkin and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You avoid going to houses where your ex-wives live. &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/4535472868970776623-3998320373375915613?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3998320373375915613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3998320373375915613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3998320373375915613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3998320373375915613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/top-signs-that-youre-too-old-to-trick.html' title='Top Signs That You&apos;re Too Old to Trick or Treat ...'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4723074524279152981</id><published>2011-04-15T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:03:28.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Things proven to change the course of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>1. During the middle of the meal, turn to mom and say, "See mom, I told you they wouldn't notice that the turkey was four months past its expiration date. You were worried for nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When everyone goes around to say what they are thankful for, say, "I'm thankful I didn't get caught" and refuse to say anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Load your plate up high, then take it to the kitchen, toss it all in the blender, and take your "shake" back to the table. Announce that it's the new Thanksgiving Weight Loss Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Prepare a several hour long speech to give when &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;asked about your thankfulness. If necessary, insist that no one leave or eat until you have finished the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bring along old recorded football games and pop them in the VCR when dad's not looking. Make sure it is set to the last two minutes of the game when he comes into the room, turn off the VCR, and then turn on the regular TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bring a date that only talks about the tragic and abusive conditions known to exist at turkey farms. Request that she bring photos.&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/4535472868970776623-4723074524279152981?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4723074524279152981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4723074524279152981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4723074524279152981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4723074524279152981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-proven-to-change-course-of.html' title='Things proven to change the course of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8958891838146542512</id><published>2011-04-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:02:16.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>The blonde Thanks giving dinner</title><content type='html'>It was the first time the blonde was eating Thanksgiving dinner without her family. Trying to re-enact the tradition, she prepared a dinner for herself alone. The next day, her mother called to see how everything went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mother, I made myself a lovely dinner, but I had so much trouble trying to eat the turkey!" said the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did it not taste good?" her mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," the blonde said. "It wouldn't &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sit still!"&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/4535472868970776623-8958891838146542512?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8958891838146542512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8958891838146542512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8958891838146542512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8958891838146542512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/blonde-thanks-giving-dinner.html' title='The blonde Thanks giving dinner'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4389325497572134097</id><published>2011-04-15T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:00:58.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>A geek's list of thanks</title><content type='html'>1. Be thankful you haven't been spammed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be thankful your computer isn't down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be thankful your favorite forum isn't down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be thankful you don't have The Good Times virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be thankful your server isn't down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be thankful for a vast selection of Web sites to browse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be thankful no one knows who you &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be thankful someone sent you a cyber sundae, and you didn't gain a pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Be thankful your 28 year old cyberfriend really isn't 72!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be thankful for a fast Internet connnection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Be thankful no one sent you a cyber voo-doo doll! &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/4535472868970776623-4389325497572134097?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4389325497572134097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4389325497572134097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4389325497572134097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4389325497572134097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/geeks-list-of-thanks.html' title='A geek&apos;s list of thanks'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2338797932276221130</id><published>2011-04-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:59:10.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Cookie the Cat's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>5. I will not demand to get out the minute after I come in – and visa versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will not scratch wallpaper, curtains, furniture, clothing or my scratch pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will not annoy the dog next door (unless I’m in a bad mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will come when my human calls me (occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Number One New Year Resolution for Cookie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will not sleep &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;more than 23 hours per day. &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/4535472868970776623-2338797932276221130?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2338797932276221130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2338797932276221130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2338797932276221130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2338797932276221130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/cookie-cats-resolutions.html' title='Cookie the Cat&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8030214955744733828</id><published>2011-04-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:58:14.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions for Pets</title><content type='html'>15. I will not eat other animals' poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I will not lick my human's face after eating animal poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I will no longer be beholden to the sound of the can opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cats: Circulate a petition that sleeping become a juried competition in &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;major animal shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Come to understand that cats are from Venus; dogs are from Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Take time from busy schedule to stop and smell the behinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hamster: Don't let them figure out I'm just a rat on steroids, or they'll flush me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a bite in on that freak who gives me that shot every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grow opposable thumb; break into pantry; decide for MYSELF how much food is *too* much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cats: Use new living room sofa as scratching post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. January 1st: Kill the sock! Must kill the sock!&lt;br /&gt;January 2nd - December 31: Re-live victory over the sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the Number 1 New Year's Resolutions Made by Pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will NOT chase the stick until I see it LEAVE THE IDIOT'S HAND&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/4535472868970776623-8030214955744733828?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8030214955744733828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8030214955744733828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8030214955744733828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8030214955744733828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-year-resolutions-for-pets.html' title='New Year Resolutions for Pets'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6563467859850824664</id><published>2011-04-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:57:11.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>New Year Nerd Resolutions</title><content type='html'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS YOU WON'T&lt;br /&gt;BE ABLE TO KEEP IF YOU'RE A NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I resolve... I resolve to... I resolve to, uh... I resolve to, uh, get my, er... I resolve to, uh, get my, er, off-line work done, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I will stop checking my e-mail at 3:00 in the morning... 4:30 is much more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I hear a funny joke I will not reply, "LOL... LOL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I will stop sending e-mail, ICQ, Instant Messages and be on the phone at the same time with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will try to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;figure out why I *really* need 9 e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I will stop sending e-mail to my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will not buy magazines with AOL disks bound in just to get another 1.44MB disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I resolve to work with neglected children... my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will answer my snail mail with the same enthusiasm I answer e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I subscribe to a newsgroup or mailing list, I will read all the mail I get from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will stop using, "So, what's your URL?" as a pickup line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No more downloads from alt.binaries.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I resolve to back up my new 400 GB hard drive daily... well, once a week... monthly, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will spend less than five hour a day on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will limit my top ten lists to ten items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will read the manual... just as soon as I can find it. &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/4535472868970776623-6563467859850824664?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6563467859850824664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6563467859850824664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6563467859850824664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6563467859850824664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-year-nerd-resolutions.html' title='New Year Nerd Resolutions'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7254464053935307487</id><published>2011-04-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:52:29.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Deaf lady in trouble</title><content type='html'>One day a lady was driving on the Highway. She frequently checked her speed gauge to make sure she stayed within the speed limit. However, when she looked into her rear mirror, much to her dismay, she saw a police car not far behind! And, to make matters worse, the police car turned on his flashing lights. She thought to herself, "Uh-oh, what have I done now? I'm not speeding. I'm not drinking. I have my seat belt on! I have kept up my license dues and everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she pulled over and the police car pulled over to the side right behind her car. She drove her car slowly to a stop, slowly rolled down the window, and prepared for &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a ticket when she knew she didn't deserve it. A policeman walked up to her window, and spoke to her. The lady pointed to her ear and shook her head, meaning she was deaf. The policeman smiled slightly, and knowing sign language, signed back, "I know. I'm here to tell you that your horn is stuck."&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/4535472868970776623-7254464053935307487?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7254464053935307487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7254464053935307487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7254464053935307487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7254464053935307487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/deaf-lady-in-trouble.html' title='Deaf lady in trouble'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5128523305524289550</id><published>2011-04-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:47:19.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>New driver's license</title><content type='html'>Martin had just received his brand new drivers license. The family troops out to the driveway, and climbs in the car, where he is going to take them for a ride for the first time. Dad immediately heads for the back seat, directly behind the newly minted driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll bet you're back there to get a change of scenery after all those months of sitting in the front passenger seat teaching me how to drive," says the beaming boy to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," comes dad's reply, "I'm gonna sit here and kick the back of your seat as you drive, just like you've been doing to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;me all these years." &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/4535472868970776623-5128523305524289550?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5128523305524289550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5128523305524289550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5128523305524289550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5128523305524289550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-drivers-license.html' title='New driver&apos;s license'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3770505255307688620</id><published>2011-04-15T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:45:51.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Try to get some rest</title><content type='html'>A man had been driving all night and by morning was still far from his destination. He decided to stop at the next city he came to, and park somewhere quiet so he could get an hour or two of sleep. As luck would have it, the quiet place he chose happened to be on one of the city's major jogging routes. No sooner had he settled back to snooze when there came a knocking on his window. He looked out and saw a jogger running in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, sir," the jogger said, "do you have the time?" The man looked at the car clock and answered, "8:15". The jogger said thanks and left. The man settled back again, and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;was just dozing off when there was another knock on the window and another jogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, sir, do you have the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"8:25!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jogger said thanks and left. Now the man could see other joggers passing by and he knew it was only a matter of time before another one disturbed him. To avoid the problem, he got out a pen and paper and put a sign in his window saying, "I do not know the time!" Once again he settled back to sleep. He was just dozing off when there was another knock on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, sir? It's 8:45!." &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/4535472868970776623-3770505255307688620?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3770505255307688620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3770505255307688620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3770505255307688620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3770505255307688620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/try-to-get-some-rest.html' title='Try to get some rest'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7886178421049013505</id><published>2011-04-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:44:47.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Car company names</title><content type='html'>AUDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accelerates Under Demonic Influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Unsafe Designs Implemented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Un-informed Drivers Insulted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Unnecessary Devices Installed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Money Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought My Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal Money Waster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUICK &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ugly Indestructable Car Killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEVROLET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Hear Every Valve Rap On Long Extended Trips Cheap, Hardly Efficient, Virtually Runs On Luck Every Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DODGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Old Dirty Gas Eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drips Oil, Drops Grease Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix Or Repair Daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found On Road, Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Only Rolling Downhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garage Man's Companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had One Never Did Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Owners Never Drive Anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hated Old Noisy Damaged Auto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYUNDAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope You Understand Nothing's Driveable And Inexpensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAZDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Always Zipping Dangerously Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLDSMOBILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Ladies Driving Slowly Make Others Behind Infuriatingly Late Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overpriced, Leisurely Driven Sedan Made Of Buick's Irregular Leftover Equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Another Automobile Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOYOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Often Yankees Overprice This Auto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Odd Looking Vehicular Object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtually Worthless &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/4535472868970776623-7886178421049013505?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7886178421049013505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7886178421049013505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7886178421049013505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7886178421049013505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/car-company-names.html' title='Car company names'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4600343883330388087</id><published>2011-04-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:43:07.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Snake solves problem</title><content type='html'>I was driving down a lonely country road one cold winter day when it began to sleet pretty heavily. My windows were getting icy and my wiper blades were badly worn and quickly fell apart under the strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to drive any further because of the ice building up on my front window I suddenly had a great idea. I stopped and began to overturn large rocks until I located two very lethargic hibernating rattle snakes. I grabbed them up, straightened them out flat and installed them on my blades and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;they worked just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! You've never heard of . . . wind chilled vipers?&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/4535472868970776623-4600343883330388087?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4600343883330388087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4600343883330388087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4600343883330388087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4600343883330388087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/snake-solves-problem.html' title='Snake solves problem'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6871929589063966280</id><published>2011-04-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:41:01.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Destroy an opponent</title><content type='html'>The Center for Opponent Neutralization (C.O.N.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya Harding Presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get tired every softball season loosing to the same team with all the big sluggers year in and year out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of always getting beat 6-0, 6-0 by that arrogant tennis-playing friend of yours with his killer serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you had enough of that annoying golf buddy who always seems to shoot in the low 80's against you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tired of always loosing to someone better than you? Let us do the dirty work for you at &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya Harding Center For Opponent Neutralization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, for a small fee we can rough up, maim, dismember, paralyze, or even kill that person or persons who are blocking your path to athletic success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our price list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow to the knee.............................  $99.95&lt;br /&gt;Blow to both knees (a better buy)............ $149.95&lt;br /&gt;Blow to the head............................. $124.95&lt;br /&gt;Knife in the back (tennis players only)......  $49.95&lt;br /&gt;Kick in the groin (male athletes only).......   $9.95&lt;br /&gt;Poking out one eye...........................  $49.95&lt;br /&gt;Poking out both eyes (three stooges style)...  $79.95&lt;br /&gt;Gun shot to the knee......................... $199.95&lt;br /&gt;Gun shot to both knees....................... $299.95&lt;br /&gt;Gun shot to the head......................... $499.95&lt;br /&gt;Impalement in a public place................. $999.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices subject to change without notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, wednesdays are bonus days, order one act of violence and receive another of equal or lesser value at 50% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every order over $300.00 you automatically receive a collapsible hard plastic baton personally signed by Tonya Harding herself - just like the one used to beat the crap out of Nancy Kerrigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To order, call toll-free at 1-800-just-win&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/4535472868970776623-6871929589063966280?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6871929589063966280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6871929589063966280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6871929589063966280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6871929589063966280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/destroy-opponent.html' title='Destroy an opponent'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-956560454695607931</id><published>2011-04-15T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:39:44.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Normal car is better</title><content type='html'>Reasons why a normal Car is a far superior vehicle than a F1 Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hundreds of people and tens of millions of dollars go into building an F1 car, but a normal car is a far superior vehicle. You wonder what goes through those guys' minds when design their cars. THEY'RE ALL WRONG!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No door... I mean, people have to climb in. Actually, ANYBODY can climb in and steal it. Pffft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No roof... The people who drive these things are left open to the elements. Like, even convertible cars have something you can pull over your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No radio (AM and FM), no cassette nor CD player... how boring it must be to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;drive in those things for close to two hours without having anything to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heating... Being left open to the elements, the drivers' toes must become very cold after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No coffee cup holder... Those guys can spill all the hot (and dangerous stuff) over themselves. What with them steering with one hand and trying to drink with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ashtrays and electric lighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No windshield wipers... and they expect them to race in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No windshields... Well, I guess no. 7 and 8 go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turn signals... How can they indicate they intend to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No headlights... No wonder they only drive in the day time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one brake light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one seat... How can a guy go necking with his girlfriend at the local drive in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No anchor for a baby seat... And they are trying to make us believe that safety comes first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No adjustable seats... (mine goes back and forth, and can be tilted as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High fuel consumption...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engines that don't last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyres that just wear off in no time flat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the bloody ignition? I guess it's back to the old Model T days when the cars had to be crank started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sun visor... Must be fun driving those things with the sun in the eyes. Talk about accidents waiting to happen. &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/4535472868970776623-956560454695607931?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/956560454695607931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=956560454695607931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/956560454695607931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/956560454695607931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/normal-car-is-better.html' title='Normal car is better'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-475273040643865551</id><published>2011-04-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:37:52.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Murphy's nartial laws</title><content type='html'>Murphy's Laws of Martial Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten scientific principles that apply to the study of all martial arts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wimp who made it through the eliminations on luck alone will suddenly turn into Bruce Lee when you're up against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The referee will always be looking the other way when you score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you leave work early to make it to class on time, the sensei will be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensei will only use you during &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;demonstrations for joint-locking techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to use your training in self-defense, your attacker's father will be a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a flawless demonstration, you will trip on your way back to your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of training without a single injury, you will pull a groin muscle the night before your black belt exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an otherwise vacant locker room, the only other person will have the locker right next to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you take care of it before your promotion exam, you will invariably have to go to the bathroom when it's your turn. &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/4535472868970776623-475273040643865551?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/475273040643865551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=475273040643865551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/475273040643865551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/475273040643865551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/murphys-nartial-laws.html' title='Murphy&apos;s nartial laws'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4804372406028151308</id><published>2011-04-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:36:36.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><title type='text'>Watch real baseball</title><content type='html'>Top Ten Signs you're Not Watching a Real Baseball Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Late Show with David Letterman; Monday, February 20, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You recognize batter as the kid who sold you a hot dog a couple minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a player slides into second, he busts his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep shouting "Do over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When umpire yells, "Strike 3!" batter looks at him as if &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the dude's speaking French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as they might, they just can't scratch themselves like professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First base: Siskel. Second base: Ebert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game stops when some lady in a house near the stadium shouts "Dinner time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players constantly adjusting each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You overheard the coach yelling, "Run, Forrest, run!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play like the Mets &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/4535472868970776623-4804372406028151308?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4804372406028151308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4804372406028151308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4804372406028151308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4804372406028151308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/watch-real-baseball.html' title='Watch real baseball'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8908660473999327195</id><published>2011-04-08T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:17:47.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female'/><title type='text'>Olympic Condoms</title><content type='html'>A man is out shopping and discovers a new brand of Olympic condoms. Clearly impressed, he buys a pack. Upon getting home he announces to his wife the purchase he just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olympic condoms?" she asks, "What makes them so special?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are three colors," he replies, "Gold, Silver and Bronze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What color are you going to wear tonight?" she asks cheekily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gold of course," says the man proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife responds, "Really, why don't you wear Silver, it &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;would be nice if you came second for a change!"&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/4535472868970776623-8908660473999327195?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8908660473999327195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8908660473999327195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8908660473999327195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8908660473999327195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/olympic-condoms.html' title='Olympic Condoms'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8312389310327622868</id><published>2011-04-08T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:14:01.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Female'/><title type='text'>Weight Issues</title><content type='html'>A young woman was having a physical examination and was embarrassed because of a weight problem. As she removed her last bit of clothing, she blushed. "I'm so ashamed, Doctor," she said, "I guess I let myself go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physician was checking hers eyes and ears. "Don't feel ashamed, Miss. You don't look that bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think so, Doctor?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor held a tongue depressor in front of her face and said, "Of course. Now just open your&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; mouth and say moo."&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/4535472868970776623-8312389310327622868?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8312389310327622868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8312389310327622868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8312389310327622868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8312389310327622868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/weight-issues.html' title='Weight Issues'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2500491097951194350</id><published>2011-04-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:39:02.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Actual Science Tests Report...</title><content type='html'>These are reputedly real answers to questions on science tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smell an odorless gas, it is probably carbon monoxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is composed of two gins, oxygin and hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitrogen is not found in Ireland because it is not found in a free state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes, and caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before giving a blood transfusion, find out if &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the blood is affirmative or negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is a planet just like the Earth, only it is even deader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pistol of a flower is its only protection against insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fossil is an extinct animal. The older it is, the more extinct it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fainting: Rub the person's chest, or, if it's a lady, rub her arm above the hand. Or put her head between the knees of the nearest medical doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equator: a menagerie lion running around Earth through Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhubarb: a kind of celery gone bloodshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skeleton is what is left after the insides have been taken out and the outsides have been taken off. The purpose of the skeleton is so that there is something to hitch the meat to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove dust from the eye, pull the eye down over the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body consists of three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain. The borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable cavity contains the bowels, of which there are five - A, E, I, O, and U.&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/4535472868970776623-2500491097951194350?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2500491097951194350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2500491097951194350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2500491097951194350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2500491097951194350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/actual-science-tests-report.html' title='Actual Science Tests Report...'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5457040780458367334</id><published>2011-04-08T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:36:46.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Administratrium, A New Element!</title><content type='html'>AMES, IA--The heaviest element known to science was recently discovered by materials researchers at IPRT/ISU. The new element, tentatively named Administratium, has no protons or electrons, and thus has an atomic weight of 0. However, it does have one neuron, 125 assistant neutrons, 75 vice neutrons, and 111 assistant vice neutrons. This gives it an atomic mass of 312. These 312 particles are held together in a nucleus by a force that involves the continuous exchange of particles called morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has no electrons, Administratium is totally inert. However, it can be detected chemically, since it impedes every reaction it comes into contact with. According to its discovers, a tiny amount of Administratium caused on reaction to take over &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;four days to complete; the normal reaction time is less than one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administratium has a normal half life of approximately three years, at which time it does not actually decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which neutrons, vice neutrons, and assistant vice neutrons exchange places. Studies have shown that the atomic mass usually increases after each reorganization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research at other laboratories indicates that Administratium occurs naturally in the atmosphere. It tends to concentrate at certain points, such as governmental agencies, large corporations, and universities. It is always found in the newest, best appointed and best maintained buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists point out that Administratium is known to be toxic at any level of concentration and can easily destroy any productive reactions where it is allowed to accumulate. Attempts are being made to determine how Administratium can be controlled to prevent irreversible damage, butresults to date are not promising.&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/4535472868970776623-5457040780458367334?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5457040780458367334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5457040780458367334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5457040780458367334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5457040780458367334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/administratrium-new-element.html' title='Administratrium, A New Element!'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7840663803657923300</id><published>2011-04-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:34:53.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Reasons for the Mir Accident</title><content type='html'>After intensive investigation on both the Soviet and US parts, spokespersons from both space agencies have determined the cause for the accident which has placed the station and its resident personnel in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terse statements at a recent press conference, Soviet and US space agency spokespersons said Thursday We have concluded joint investigations concerning this potentially tragic accident and each nations' team, separately, has arrived at identical conclusions for this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident was caused by one &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;thing and one thing only: OBJECTS IN MIR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.&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/4535472868970776623-7840663803657923300?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7840663803657923300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7840663803657923300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7840663803657923300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7840663803657923300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/reasons-for-mir-accident.html' title='Reasons for the Mir Accident'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2383261708089499420</id><published>2011-04-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:32:37.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><title type='text'>Things Mom Taught Me...</title><content type='html'>My Mother taught me LOGIC..."If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can't go to the store with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me MEDICINE..."If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they're going to freeze that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD..."If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me ESP..."Put your sweater on; don't you think that I know when you're cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE..."What were you&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thinking? Answer me when I talk to you...Don't talk back to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me HUMOR..."When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT..."If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about GENETICS..."You are just like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about my ROOTS..."Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE..."When you get to be my age, you will understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION..."Just wait until your father gets home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about RECEIVING..."You are going to get it when we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my all-time favorite - JUSTICE..."One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU -- then you'll see what it's like!"&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/4535472868970776623-2383261708089499420?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2383261708089499420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2383261708089499420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2383261708089499420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2383261708089499420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-mom-taught-me.html' title='Things Mom Taught Me...'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6991478737128829043</id><published>2011-04-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:31:19.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><title type='text'>You Know You've Turned Into a Mom When...</title><content type='html'>You automatically double-knot everything you tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself humming the Barney song as you do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear a baby cry in the grocery store, and you start to gently sway back and forth, back and forth. However, your children are at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually start to like the smell of strained carrots mixed with applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weep through the scene in Dumbo when his mom is taken away, not to mention what Bambi does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get soooo into &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;crafts you contemplate writing a book called 101 Fun Crafts to do with Dryer Lint and Eggshells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a half hour searching for your sunglasses only to have your teenager say, "Mom, why don't you wear the ones you pushed up on your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are out for a nice romantic meal with your husband, enjoying some real adult conversation, when suddenly you realize that you've reached over and started to cut up his steak!&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/4535472868970776623-6991478737128829043?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6991478737128829043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6991478737128829043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6991478737128829043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6991478737128829043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-youve-turned-into-mom-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Turned Into a Mom When...'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6528324292661587805</id><published>2011-04-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:29:00.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><title type='text'>Defining teenagers</title><content type='html'>A Teenager is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who can't remember to walk the dog but never forgets a phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weight watcher who goes on a diet by giving up candy bars before breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A youngster who receives his/her allowance on Monday, spends it on Tuesday, and borrows from his/her best friend on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can hear a song by Madonna played three blocks away but not his mother calling from the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whiz who can operate the latest computer without a lesson but&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; can't make a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student who will spend 12 minutes studying for her history exam and 12 hours for her driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A youngster who is well informed about anything he doesn't have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enthusiast who has the energy to ride a bike for miles, but is usually too tired to dry the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A connoisseur of two kinds of fine music: Loud and Very Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman who loves the cat and tolerates her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is always late for dinner but always on time for a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A romantic who never falls in love more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A budding beauty who never smiles until her braces come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy who can sleep until noon on any Saturday when he suspects the lawn needs mowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An original thinker who is positive that her mother was never a teenager.&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/4535472868970776623-6528324292661587805?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6528324292661587805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6528324292661587805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6528324292661587805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6528324292661587805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/defining-teenagers.html' title='Defining teenagers'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8220114252381173276</id><published>2011-04-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:26:54.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Drummer problems</title><content type='html'>A musical director was having a lot of trouble with one drummer. He talked and talked and talked with the drummer, but his performance simply didn't improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, before the whole orchestra, he said, "When a musician just can't handle his instrument and doesn't improve when given help, they take away the instrument, and give him two sticks, and make him a drummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stage whisper was heard from the percussion section: "And if he can't handle even that, they take away one of his sticks and&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; make him a conductor."&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/4535472868970776623-8220114252381173276?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8220114252381173276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8220114252381173276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8220114252381173276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8220114252381173276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/drummer-problems.html' title='Drummer problems'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3087190359598387416</id><published>2011-04-08T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:25:28.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Changed HR policies</title><content type='html'>Casual Fridays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 - Memo No. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective this week, the company is adopting Fridays as Casual Day. Employees are free to dress in the casual attire of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 - Memo No. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spandex and leather micro-miniskirts are not appropriate attire for Casual Day. Neither are string ties, rodeo belt buckles or moccasins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 - Memo No. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual Day refers to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;dress only, not attitude. When planning Friday's wardrobe, remember image is a key to our success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 - Memo No. 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seminar on how to dress for Casual Day will be held at 4 p.m. Friday in the cafeteria. A fashion show will follow. Attendance is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 9 - Memo No. 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an outgrowth of Friday's seminar, a 14-member Casual Day Task Force has been appointed to prepare guidelines for proper casual-day dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 14 - Memo No. 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casual Day Task Force has now completed a 30-page manual entitled "Relaxing Dress Without Relaxing Company Standards." A copy has been distributed to every employee. Please review the chapter "You Are What You Wear" and consult the "home casual" versus "business casual" checklist before leaving for work each Friday. If you have doubts about the appropriateness of an item of clothing, contact your CDTF representative before 7 a.m. on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 18 - Memo No. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Employee Assistant Plan (EAP) has now been expanded to provide support for psychological counseling for employees who may be having difficulty adjusting to Casual Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 20 - Memo No. 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to budget cuts in the HR Department we are no longer able to effectively support or manage Casual Day. Casual Day will be discontinued, effective immediately.&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/4535472868970776623-3087190359598387416?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3087190359598387416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3087190359598387416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3087190359598387416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3087190359598387416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/changed-hr-policies.html' title='Changed HR policies'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5757690506558402991</id><published>2011-04-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:24:03.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Letters to a landlord</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from actual letters sent to landlords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is blocked and we cannot bathe the children until it is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some repairs done to my stove as it has backfires and burnt my knob off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to let you know that there is a smell coming from the man next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet seat is cracked: where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is running away from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request your permission to remove my drawers in&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person next door has a large erection in his back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please send someone to mend our cracked sidewalk? Yesterday my wife tripped on it and is now pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen floor is very damp, we have two children and would like a third, so will you please send someone to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please send a man to look at my water? It is a funny color and not fit to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please send a man to repair my downspout? I am an old-age pensioner and need it straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please send someone to fix our bath tap? My wife got her toe stuck in it and it is very uncomfortable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 5:30 his cock wakes me up, and it is getting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the workmen were here, they put their tools in my wife's new drawers and made a mess. Please send men with clean tools to finish the job and keep my wife happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visit the previous joke on this topic!] &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/4535472868970776623-5757690506558402991?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5757690506558402991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5757690506558402991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5757690506558402991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5757690506558402991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-to-landlord.html' title='Letters to a landlord'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-561153515713855697</id><published>2011-04-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:22:51.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Describe professions</title><content type='html'>What does your profession say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MARKETING - You are ambitious yet stupid. You chose a marketing degree to avoid having to study in college, concentrating instead on drinking and socializing which is pretty much what your job responsibilities are now. Least compatible with Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SALES - Laziest of all signs, often referred to as "marketing without a degree." You are also self-centered and paranoid. Unless someone calls you and begs you to take their money, you like to avoid contact with customers so you can "concentrate on the big picture." You seek admiration for your golf game throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TECHNOLOGY - Unable to control anything in your personal life, you are instead content to completely control everything that happens at your workplace. Often even YOU don't understand what you are saying but who the hell can tell. It is written that &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Geeks shall inherit the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ENGINEERING - One of only two signs that actually studied in school. It is said that ninety percent of all Personal Ads are placed by engineers. You can be happy with yourself; your office is full of all the latest "ergo dynamic" gadgets. However, we all know what is really causing your "carpal tunnel syndrome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ACCOUNTING - The only other sign that studied in school. You are mostly immune from office politics. You are the most feared person in the organization; combined with your extreme organizational traits, the majority of rumors concerning you say that you are completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HUMAN RESOURCES - Ironically, given your access to confidential information, you tend to be the biggest gossip within the organization. Possibly the only other person that does less work than marketing, you are unable to return any calls today because you have to get a haircut, have lunch AND then mail a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MANAGEMENT/MIDDLE MANAGEMENT - Catty, cut-throat, yet completely spineless, you are destined to remain at your current job for the rest of your life. Unable to make a single decision you tend to measure your worth by the number of meetings you can schedule for yourself. Best suited to marry other "Middle Managers" as everyone in you social circle is a "Middle Manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SENIOR MANAGEMENT - (See above - Same sign, different title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. CUSTOMER SERVICE - Bright, cheery, positive, you are a fifty-cent cab ride from taking your own life. As children very few of you asked your parents for a little cubicle for your room and a headset so you could pretend to play "Customer Service." Continually passed over for promotions, your best bet is to sleep with your manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CONSULTANT - Lacking any specific knowledge, you use acronyms to avoid revealing your utter lack of experience. You have convinced yourself that your "skills" are in demand and that you could get a higher paying job with any other organization in a heartbeat. You will spend an eternity contemplating these career opportunities without ever taking direct action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. RECRUITER, "HEADHUNTER" - As a "person" that profits from the success of others, you are disdained by most people who actually work for a living. Paid on commission and susceptible to alcoholism, your ulcers and frequent heart attacks correspond directly with fluctuations in the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. PARTNER, PRESIDENT, CEO - You are brilliant or lucky. Your inability to figure out complex systems such as the fax machine suggest the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. GOVERNMENT WORKER - Paid to take days off. Government workers are genius inventors, like the invention of new Holidays. They usually suffer from deep depression or anxiety and usually commit serious crimes while on the job... Thus the term "GO POSTAL"&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/4535472868970776623-561153515713855697?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/561153515713855697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=561153515713855697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/561153515713855697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/561153515713855697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/describe-professions.html' title='Describe professions'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6606092387412989021</id><published>2011-04-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:22:20.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>A cold winter night</title><content type='html'>Lorenzo Dow, an evangelist of the last century, was on a preaching tour when he came to a small town one cold winter's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered the local general store to get some warmth, and saw the town's lawyers gathered around the pot-bellied stove, discussing the town's business. Not one offered to allow Dow into the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dow told the men who he was, and that he had recently had a vision where he had been given a tour of Hell, much like the traveler in Dante's Inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of the lawyers asked him what he had seen, he &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;replied, "Very much what I see here: All of the lawyers, gathered in the hottest place." &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/4535472868970776623-6606092387412989021?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6606092387412989021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6606092387412989021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6606092387412989021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6606092387412989021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/cold-winter-night.html' title='A cold winter night'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1304130664583815775</id><published>2011-04-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:20:25.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Offer legal advice</title><content type='html'>Taylor was desperate for business, and was happy to be appointed by the court to defend an indigent defendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge ordered Taylor, "You are to confer with the defendant in the hallway, and give him the best legal advice you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a time, Taylor re-entered the courtroom alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the judge asked where the defendant had gone, Taylor replied, "You &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;asked me to give him good advice. I found out that he was guilty, so I told him to split."&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/4535472868970776623-1304130664583815775?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1304130664583815775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1304130664583815775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1304130664583815775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1304130664583815775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/offer-legal-advice.html' title='Offer legal advice'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4786390784875161306</id><published>2011-04-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:18:42.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Give him an orange</title><content type='html'>One day in Contract Law class, Professor Jepson asked one of his better students, "Now if you were to give someone an orange, how would you go about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Here's an orange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor was livid. "No! No! Think like a lawyer!" The student then recited, "Okay, I'd tell him, 'I hereby give and convey to you all and singular, my estate and interests, rights, claim, title, calim and advantages of and in, said orange, together with all its rind, juice, pulp, and seeds, and all rights and advantages with full power to bite, cut, freeze and otherwise eat, the same, or give the same away with and without the pulp, juice, rind and seeds, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;anything herein before or hereinafter or in any deed, or deeds, instruments of whatever nature or kind whatsoever to the contrary in anywise notwithstanding..."&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/4535472868970776623-4786390784875161306?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4786390784875161306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4786390784875161306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4786390784875161306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4786390784875161306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-him-orange.html' title='Give him an orange'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-721045429099098597</id><published>2011-04-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:17:12.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Tell the whole truth</title><content type='html'>Mr. Dewey was briefing his client, who was about to testify in his own defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must swear to tell the complete truth. Do you understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client replied that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lawyer then asked, "Do you know what will happen if you don't tell the truth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client looked back and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;said, "I imagine that our side will win."&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/4535472868970776623-721045429099098597?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/721045429099098597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=721045429099098597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/721045429099098597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/721045429099098597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/tell-whole-truth.html' title='Tell the whole truth'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6677233095137458881</id><published>2011-04-07T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:48:19.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Question and answer</title><content type='html'>Q: How do you scare a man?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sneak up behind him and start throwing rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Men will brag that there are women waiting by the phone at this very moment for their call. Who are these women?&lt;br /&gt;A: Women working at 900 numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the best place in a book store to find a man who is handsome, a good lover and a stimulating partner?&lt;br /&gt;A: In the pages of a romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do with a man who &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;thinks he's God's gift?&lt;br /&gt;A: Exchange him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is the book "Women Who Love Too Much" a disappointment for many men?&lt;br /&gt;A: No phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men like smart women?&lt;br /&gt;A: Opposites attract. &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/4535472868970776623-6677233095137458881?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6677233095137458881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6677233095137458881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6677233095137458881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6677233095137458881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/question-and-answer.html' title='Question and answer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-769561245631193693</id><published>2011-04-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:46:49.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Dating hints for men</title><content type='html'>Dating hints for gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of ways to ruin a date. Here are a few things NOT to say on a date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this restaurant that much, but I wanted to use this 2-for-1 coupon before it expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to get cable. That's how they keep tabs on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to come here all the time with my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you excuse me? My cat gets lonely if he doesn't hear my voice on the answering machine every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that I've grown in &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the past few years. Used to be I wouldn't have given someone like you a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tough, but I've come to accept that most people I date just won't be as smart as I am. &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/4535472868970776623-769561245631193693?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/769561245631193693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=769561245631193693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/769561245631193693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/769561245631193693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/dating-hints-for-men.html' title='Dating hints for men'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8050658629223534373</id><published>2011-04-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:44:37.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Computers are male</title><content type='html'>Reasons computers must be male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. They have a lot of data but are still clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. A better model is always just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. They look nice and shiny until you bring them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. It is always necessary to have a backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. They'll do whatever you say if you push the right buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. The best part of &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;having either one is the games you can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. The lights are on but nobody's home.&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/4535472868970776623-8050658629223534373?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8050658629223534373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8050658629223534373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8050658629223534373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8050658629223534373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/computers-are-male.html' title='Computers are male'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1916690407843512733</id><published>2011-04-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:43:28.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Short gender jokes</title><content type='html'>What is the thinnest book in the world?&lt;br /&gt;What men know about women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't men eat more M &amp; M's?&lt;br /&gt;They are too hard to peel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a man with an I.Q. of 50?&lt;br /&gt;Gifted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between men and government bonds?&lt;br /&gt;Bonds mature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are blond jokes so short?&lt;br /&gt;So men can &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;remember them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do men and beer bottles have in common?&lt;br /&gt;They are both empty from the neck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell if a man is happy?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;We don't know - it's never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are men and parking spots alike?&lt;br /&gt;The good ones are always taken and the ones that are left are handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a man's idea of housework?&lt;br /&gt;Lifting his legs so you can vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a man and E.T.?&lt;br /&gt;E.T. phoned home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did God say after he created man?&lt;br /&gt;I can do better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a man consider a seven course meal?&lt;br /&gt;A hot dog and a six pack of beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do men exercise at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;By sucking in their stomachs every time they see a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best way to force a man to do situps?&lt;br /&gt;Put the remote between his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do men define a 50/50 relationship?&lt;br /&gt;We cook/they eat we clean/they dirty we iron/they wrinkle!&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/4535472868970776623-1916690407843512733?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1916690407843512733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1916690407843512733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1916690407843512733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1916690407843512733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-gender-jokes.html' title='Short gender jokes'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5888401777498313565</id><published>2011-04-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:41:29.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Men writing the rules</title><content type='html'>If Men Were to Rewrite "The Rules"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 1 Anything we said six or eight months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 2 If we say something that can be interpreted in two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 3 It is in neither your best interest nor ours to make us take those stupid Cosmo quizzes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 4 You can either ask us to do something OR &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;tell us how you want it done -- not both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 5 Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials or time-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 6 Christopher Columbus didn't need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 7 When we're turning the wheel and the car is nosing onto the ramp, you saying "This is our exit" is not necessary. &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/4535472868970776623-5888401777498313565?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5888401777498313565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5888401777498313565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5888401777498313565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5888401777498313565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/men-writing-rules.html' title='Men writing the rules'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-769659282632469557</id><published>2011-03-19T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:40:56.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmer'/><title type='text'>Pig misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>Howard County Police officers still write their reports by hand, and the data is entered later by a computer tech into their database. One theft report stated that a farmer had lost 2,025 pigs. Thinking that to be an error, the tech called the farmer directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true Mr. (Smith) that you lost 2,025 pigs?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeth." lisped the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Howard County girl herself, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the tech entered: "Subject lost 2 sows and 25 pigs."&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/4535472868970776623-769659282632469557?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/769659282632469557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=769659282632469557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/769659282632469557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/769659282632469557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/pig-misunderstanding.html' title='Pig misunderstanding'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-426827286908311354</id><published>2011-03-19T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:36:02.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmer'/><title type='text'>Celebrating an event</title><content type='html'>An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's have a party, Homer," she suggested. "Let's kill a pig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer scratched his grizzled head. "Gee, Ethel," he finally answered, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;something that happened fifty years ago."&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/4535472868970776623-426827286908311354?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/426827286908311354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=426827286908311354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/426827286908311354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/426827286908311354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrating-event.html' title='Celebrating an event'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7086225608991190218</id><published>2011-03-19T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:31:21.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmer'/><title type='text'>How are you doing?</title><content type='html'>A lone tourist who is passing through the suburbs on the way to town by car, unfortunately experiences mechanical problems with the automobile. The car stalls and the tourist parks the car by the side of the road and waits for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much later, a farmer happens to pass by with a truck full of farm animals. The farmer offers the tourist a lift to town and proceeds to explain that he is bringing his farm animals to the town market, where they will be auctioned off to the highest bidders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it so happens that on the way to the town, the farmer being so engrossed in his story, unintentionally wanders into the other side of road where another vehicle is approaching in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer realizes his absent mindness and attempts to &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;avoid the possible collision with the other vehicle. He just misses the other car, but unfortunately crashes the truck into the side of the road. The tourist winds up thrown into a ditch and suffers broken ribs and a broken arm and leg and is obviously in extreme pain. The farm animals are all messed up very badly and the farmer, although remaining inside the vehicle, still suffers cuts and scrapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer gets out of the truck and looks at his farm animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens all have broken limbs and can barely move. "These chickens are all useless! Nobody will want to buy these chickens anymore!" bellows the farmer. With that, he grabs and loads his shotgun and blows away the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he sees the pigs and they are all lame and bleeding profusely. "These pigs are all worthless now! I'll get nothing for them!" yells the farmer. With great rage, the farmer reloads his shotgun and blows away the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer looks at the sheep and they all have broken limbs and their wool is all bloodied. "Worthless sheep!" screams the farmer and with that, he reloads his shotgun and blows away the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the injured tourist witnesses all of this carnage in great horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer then moves over to the side of the ditch and looks at the tourist. "Are you okay down there?" asked the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NEVER FELT BETTER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!" the tourist yelled back.&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/4535472868970776623-7086225608991190218?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7086225608991190218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7086225608991190218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7086225608991190218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7086225608991190218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-are-you-doing.html' title='How are you doing?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5500450424504489591</id><published>2011-03-19T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T05:01:20.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Microsoft runs the I.R.S.</title><content type='html'>If Microsoft Ran The IRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Government should be run like a business." We've all heard that chestnut. Here is how the Internal Revenue Service (nobody's favorite government agency) would be like, if only it were run like Microsoft Corp. (a successful private enterprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The IRS, as always, announces new tax forms will be mailed the week before the new year. However it will follow Microsoft's example and actually ship them the following May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Responding to pressure from some large corporations and a users' group, some early copies of the tax forms will actually be released in March. The recipients must sign non-disclosure agreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In June, the forms will be recalled because &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the IRS loses a suit for appropriating some other country's intellectual property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- When you move, the IRS will continue to send mail to your previous address forevermore, just like Microsoft sends its product upgrade notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- When you upgrade from form 1040 EZ to 1040 A, and then to 1040, you will pay an upgrade fee each time. Also you need to send in a new registration card and get a new Social Security Number. In order to upgrade, you have to submit the original first page of your previous year's form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Like Microsoft, when you file a late or amended tax return the IRS will reject it on the grounds that the the prior year is no longer supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The IRS telephone help will remain similar to Microsoft's, staffed by ill-trained, high-turnover personnel who sometimes give a correct answer, but the IRS will have to discontinue using a toll-free phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- After struggling with reams of dense documentation of complex options and rules, you discover that you will need publication 3297, with a ten-word-long title, in order to answer (you hope) a single obscure question. The IRS, like Microsoft, will charge a minimum of $40 for that publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The IRS, like Microsoft, will continue to issue immense volumes of bug fixes, interpretations, and clarifications. However the tax-rule updates should be neither easily searchable nor well-indexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Instead of three-ring binders containing complete sets of tax code bugs and interpretations, IRS rulings will be promulgated in a haphazard fashion by individual taxpayers via BBS, Usenet, and Compuserve. A for- profit publishing subsidiary would also be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The new all-powerful (and eccentric) Commissioner of Internal Revenue will jet around the country giving speeches and granting numerous interviews, but only to sycophantic reporters. Changes to the tax code will be at the whim of the Commissioner and largely kept secret until they are published.&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/4535472868970776623-5500450424504489591?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5500450424504489591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5500450424504489591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5500450424504489591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5500450424504489591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/microsoft-runs-irs.html' title='Microsoft runs the I.R.S.'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6374624185777680952</id><published>2011-03-19T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:53:59.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Ten things Bill Gates would like to change about the automotive industry</title><content type='html'>10. New seats would require everyone to have the same body size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We'd all have to switch to Microsoft Gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The U.S. government would get subsidies from an automaker--a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The oil, alternator, gas, and engine warning lights would be replaced by a single "General Car Fault" warning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sun Motorsystems would make a car that was solar-powered, twice as reliable, five times as fast, but ran on only 5% of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You would be constantly pressured to upgrade your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You could have only one person in the car at a time, unless you bought Car 95 or&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; CarNT - but then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Occasionally your car would die for no apparent reason and you would have to restart it. Strangely, you would just accept this as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every time the lines on the road were repainted, you'd have to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People would get excited about the new features of Microsoft cars, forgetting that the same features had been available from other carmakers for years.&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/4535472868970776623-6374624185777680952?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6374624185777680952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6374624185777680952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6374624185777680952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6374624185777680952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-things-bill-gates-would-like-to.html' title='Ten things Bill Gates would like to change about the automotive industry'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2832197548345611265</id><published>2011-03-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:51:08.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Top ten indicators that a redneck has been working on your computer</title><content type='html'>10. The monitor is up on blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing faxes have tobacco stains on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The six front keys have rotted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The extra RAM slots have truck parts installed in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The numeric keypad only goes up to six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The password is "Huntin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The CPU has a gun rack mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is a Skoal can in the &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;CD-ROM drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The keyboard is camouflaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The mouse is referred to as a "critter". &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/4535472868970776623-2832197548345611265?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2832197548345611265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2832197548345611265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2832197548345611265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2832197548345611265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-ten-indicators-that-redneck-has.html' title='Top ten indicators that a redneck has been working on your computer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3550924446123754817</id><published>2011-03-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:48:09.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Password selection rules</title><content type='html'>CORPORATE DIRECTIVE NUMBER 88-570471&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to increase the security of all company computing facilities, and to avoid the possibility of unauthorized use of these facilities, new rules are being put into effect concerning the selection of passwords. All users of computing facilities are instructed to change their passwords to conform to these rules immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES FOR THE SELECTION OF PASSWORDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A password must be at least six characters long, and must not contain two occurrences of a character in a row, or a sequence of two or more characters from the alphabet in forward or reverse order. Example: HGQQXP is an invalid password. GFEDCB is an &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;invalid password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A password may not contain two or more letters in the same position as any previous password. Example: If a previous password was GKPWTZ, then NRPWHS would be invalid because PW occurs in the same position in both passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A password may not contain the name of a month or an abbreviation for a month. Example: MARCHBC is an invalid password. VWMARBC is an invalid password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A password may not contain the numeric representation of a month. Therefore, a password containing any number except zero is invalid. Example: WKBH3LG is invalid because it contains the numeric representation for the month of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A password may not contain any words from any language. Thus, a password may not contain the letters A, or I, or sequences such as AT, ME, or TO because these are all words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A password may not contain sequences of two or more characters which are adjacent to each other on a keyboard in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal direction. Example: QWERTY is an invalid password. GHNLWT is an invalid password because G and H are horizontally adjacent to each other. HUKWVM is an invalid password because H and U are diagonally adjacent to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A password may not contain the name of a person, place, or thing. Example: JOHNBOY is an invalid password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the complexity of the password selection rules, there is actually only one password which passes all the tests. To make the selection of this password simpler for the user, it will be distributed to all supervisors. All users are instructed to obtain this password from his or her supervisor and begin using it immediately.&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/4535472868970776623-3550924446123754817?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3550924446123754817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3550924446123754817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3550924446123754817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3550924446123754817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/password-selection-rules.html' title='Password selection rules'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4126470180450629944</id><published>2011-03-19T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:42:39.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>The world's smartest man?</title><content type='html'>A pilot, Michael Jordon, Bill Gates, the Pope, and a pizza delivery man were all in a plane together traveling through stormy conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the pilot came running back to the passengers and announced that lightning had hit the plane, and they were going to crash in a matter of minutes. "There are only enough parachutes for four of the five of us," he announced. "Since I'm the pilot, I get one!" After saying this, the pilot grabbed a parachute and jumped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the world's greatest athlete," proclaimed Michael Jordon. "This world needs great athletes, so I must live." Michael Jordon then grabbed a parachute and leaped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the smarest man in the world," bragged Bill Gates. "The world needs &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;smart men, so I must also live!" Bill Gates grabbed a parachute and jumped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the Pope began to speak. "I have lived a long life compared to you, and you may take the last parachute. I will go down with the plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to stay here! The world's smartest man jumped out of the plane with my backpack."&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/4535472868970776623-4126470180450629944?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4126470180450629944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4126470180450629944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4126470180450629944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4126470180450629944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/worlds-smartest-man.html' title='The world&apos;s smartest man?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-9046910709081485192</id><published>2011-03-16T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:42:04.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Blonde Sky Divers</title><content type='html'>A blonde and a brunette are skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette jumps out the plane and pulls the cord -- nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls the emergency cord and still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde finally jumps out of the plane and yells "Oh! So you &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;wanna race, huh?"&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/4535472868970776623-9046910709081485192?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/9046910709081485192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=9046910709081485192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9046910709081485192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/9046910709081485192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-sky-divers.html' title='Blonde Sky Divers'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1555193638305690891</id><published>2011-03-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:39:23.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Rowing Your Boat</title><content type='html'>Two blondes were driving along a road by a wheat field when they saw a blonde in the middle of the field rowing a row boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver blonde turned to her friend and said "You know - it's blondes like that that give us a bad name!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, the other blonde replies "I know it, and if I knew how to swim, I'd go out there and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;drown her."&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/4535472868970776623-1555193638305690891?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1555193638305690891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1555193638305690891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1555193638305690891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1555193638305690891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/rowing-your-boat.html' title='Rowing Your Boat'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1831779360109662737</id><published>2011-03-16T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:35:28.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Blonde Car Accident</title><content type='html'>One day, while a blonde was out driving her car, she ran into a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck's driver made her pull over into a parking lot and get out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a piece of chalk and drew a circle on the pavement. He told her to stand in the middle and not leave the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, he went over to her car and slashed the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made the man angrier so he smashed her windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the blonde &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;laughed even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livid, the man broke all her windows and keyed her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde is now laughing hysterically, so the truck driver asks her what's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde giggles and replies, "When you weren't looking, I stepped out of the circle three times!"&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/4535472868970776623-1831779360109662737?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1831779360109662737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1831779360109662737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1831779360109662737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1831779360109662737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-car-accident.html' title='Blonde Car Accident'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1100747820899911597</id><published>2011-03-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:34:12.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Are You Really Sure?</title><content type='html'>A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;wanna tell that joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."&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/4535472868970776623-1100747820899911597?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1100747820899911597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1100747820899911597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1100747820899911597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1100747820899911597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-really-sure_16.html' title='Are You Really Sure?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1037027798720560798</id><published>2011-03-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:30:26.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>I Want to Buy That</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes into a nearby store and asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk looks at her and says that he doesn't serve blondes, so she goes back home and dyes her hair black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing, and again, the clerk said he doesn't serve blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair yet again, to a shade of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;clerk this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn't serve blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde asks the clerk, "How in the world do you know I am a blonde?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says,"That's not a TV -- it's a microwave!"&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/4535472868970776623-1037027798720560798?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1037027798720560798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1037027798720560798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1037027798720560798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1037027798720560798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-buy-that.html' title='I Want to Buy That'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8066536281998124</id><published>2011-03-16T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:25:31.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>I get so drunk that I imagine things</title><content type='html'>The drunk was floundering down the alley carrying a box with holes on the side. He bumped into a friend who asked, "What do you have in there, pal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mongoose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you know how drunk I can get. When I get drunk I see snakes, and I'm scared to death of snakes. That's why I got this mongoose, for protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But," the friend said, "you idiot! Those are imaginary snakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," said the drunk, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;showing his friend the interior of the box, "So is the mongoose."&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/4535472868970776623-8066536281998124?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8066536281998124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8066536281998124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8066536281998124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8066536281998124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-so-drunk-that-i-imagine-things.html' title='I get so drunk that I imagine things'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1691204090159851957</id><published>2011-03-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:06:50.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>Driving home very drunk</title><content type='html'>It seems a gentleman had too much alcohol at a party, was heading home, and was pulled over by a state trooper. Upon being tested, the fellow couldn't walk a straight line any more than he could drive one, so the trooper wrote out a ticket and had just given it to the driver before an accident in the opposite lane took his attention to more important matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inebriated driver, figuring that the trooper wasn't coming back to him, drove home and went to bed. he was awakened in the morning by a knock at the door, created by &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more state troopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Mr. Johnson?" the asked? He admitted that he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you pulled over at Main Street last night for driving under the influence?" Again, the man admitted that was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what did you do then," the troopers asked." The man replied that he drove his car home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your car now?" the troopers enquired. The man answered that it was in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May we see the car?" asked the troopers. The man answered, "Sure," and opened the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the garage was the state troopers car.&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/4535472868970776623-1691204090159851957?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1691204090159851957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1691204090159851957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1691204090159851957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1691204090159851957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/driving-home-very-drunk.html' title='Driving home very drunk'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8968715929889578154</id><published>2011-03-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:01:22.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>I'll trust you that you paid</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a bar and has a couple of beers. Once he is donem the bartender tells him he owes $9.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I paid, don't you remember?" says the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," says the bartender, "If you said you paid, you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then goes outside and tells the first person he sees that the bartender can't keep track of whether his customers have paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man then rushes in, orders a beer and later pulls the same stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barkeep replies, "If you say you paid, I'll take your word for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the customer goes into the street, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sees an old friend, and tells him how to get free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hurries into the bar and begins to drink high-balls when, suddenly, the bartender leans over sand says, "You know, a funny thing happened in here tonight. Two men were drinking beer, neither paid and both claimed that they did. The next guy who tries that is going to get punched right in the nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother me with your troubles," the final patron responds. "Just give me my change and I'll be on my way."&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/4535472868970776623-8968715929889578154?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8968715929889578154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8968715929889578154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8968715929889578154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8968715929889578154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-trust-you-that-you-paid.html' title='I&apos;ll trust you that you paid'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2059846316506417557</id><published>2011-03-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:59:40.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>This pill allows you to fly</title><content type='html'>A man went into a bar in a high rise. He saw another man take a pill, take a drink, walk to the window and jump out. He flew around for a minute and zipped back into the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the amazed newcomer watched, the man repeated this twice more. Finally the man asked if he could have a pill. The flier said it was his last one. The man offered five hundred dollars to no avail, so he made a final offer of a thousand dollars. The man said that it was all he had on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flier reluctantly gave in, took the cash, surrendered the pill, and turned back to&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; the bar. The man took the pill, took a drink, went to the window, and jumped out only to fall to his death. The bartender walked over to the flier at the bar and, wiping a glass, said, "You sure are mean when you're drunk, Superman."&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/4535472868970776623-2059846316506417557?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2059846316506417557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2059846316506417557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2059846316506417557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2059846316506417557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-pill-allows-you-to-fly.html' title='This pill allows you to fly'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4912019066777713166</id><published>2011-03-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:58:28.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><title type='text'>Free drinks for everyone</title><content type='html'>One night, a drunk comes stumbling into a bar and says to the bartender: "Drinks for all on me including you, bartender." So the bartender follows the mans orders and says: "That will be $36.50 please." The drunk says he has no money so the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night the same drunk comes in again and orders a drink for everyone in the bar including the bartender. Again the bartender follows instructions and again the drunk says he has no money. So the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third night he comes in, the drunk orders drinks for all except the bartender. "What, no &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;drink for me?" replies the bartender. "Oh, no. You get violent when you drink."&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/4535472868970776623-4912019066777713166?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4912019066777713166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4912019066777713166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4912019066777713166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4912019066777713166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-drinks-for-everyone.html' title='Free drinks for everyone'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2784902251111663412</id><published>2011-03-16T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:55:18.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Lists'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Top 10 Signs Your Broker Was Affected by the Stock Market Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He can't come to the phone right now..he's on the ledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He won't be in today...he was made an offer and he refused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He left the building and not via the elevator..if you catch my drift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm sorry, sir..she's not in...she's out digging up your can as we speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There's a sign on her desk that says "Next Broker Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He's on another line with his Mommy..would you care to hold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "No sir, that wasn't him streaking through the &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Stock Exchange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "He's meeting with the SEC as we speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm sorry, ma'am but that was him being led from the Stock Exchange naked except for the sale tickets stuck to his body via maple syrup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes sir, that is him in the White Bronco leading the cops down the freeway."&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/4535472868970776623-2784902251111663412?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2784902251111663412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=2784902251111663412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2784902251111663412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2784902251111663412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-10-signs-your-broker-was-affected.html' title=''/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8410161597429737332</id><published>2011-03-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:53:41.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Lists'/><title type='text'>Good to be French</title><content type='html'>op reasons why it's great to be French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yet to experience the joy of winning the world cup for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You get to eat insect food like snails and frog's legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If there's a war you can surrender really early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You don't have to read the subtitles on those late night films on Channel 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can test your own nuclear weapons in other people's countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can be ugly and still become a famous film star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Allow Germans to march up and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down your most famous street humiliating your sense of national pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    People think you're a great lover even when you're not &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/4535472868970776623-8410161597429737332?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8410161597429737332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=8410161597429737332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8410161597429737332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8410161597429737332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-to-be-french.html' title='Good to be French'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7149713721161867141</id><published>2011-03-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:51:57.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Lists'/><title type='text'>Signs your burned out</title><content type='html'>"Top Ten Signs You Are 'Burned Out' Because of Work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You're so tired you now answer the phone, "Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your friends call to ask how you've been, and you immediately scream, "Get off my back, jerk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your garbage can IS your "in" box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You wake up to discover your bed is on fire, but go back to sleep because you just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You have so much on&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; your mind, you've forget often how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Visions of the upcoming weekend help you make it through ...er.... Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You sleep more at work than at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You leave for a party and instinctively take your ID badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your Day Timer exploded a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You think about how relaxing it would be if you were in jail right now.&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/4535472868970776623-7149713721161867141?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7149713721161867141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7149713721161867141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7149713721161867141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7149713721161867141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/signs-your-burned-out.html' title='Signs your burned out'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7458319358003367219</id><published>2011-03-16T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:50:43.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Lists'/><title type='text'>Top Valujet slogans</title><content type='html'>Top Twenty New Slogans for Valuejet Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ValueJet: When you just can't wait for the world to come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ValueJet: We're Amtrak with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Join our frequent near-miss program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On flights, every section is a smoking section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ask about our out-of-court settlements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our staff has had lots of experience consoling next-of-kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Are our jet engines too noisy? Don't&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; worry. We'll turn them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Complimentary champagne during free-fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Enjoy the in-flight movie in the plane next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The kids will love our inflatable slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You think it's so easy, get your own plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Which will fall faster, our stock price or our planes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our pilots are all terminally ill and have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ValueJet: We may be landing on your street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ValueJet: Terrorists are afraid to fly with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bring a bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some airlines are content to fly thousands of feet over landmarks. We try to get as close as possible for the best view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That guy who crashed into the White House was one of our best pilots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fly ValueJet. Find out there really is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ValueJet: A real man lands where he wants to. &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/4535472868970776623-7458319358003367219?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7458319358003367219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=7458319358003367219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7458319358003367219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7458319358003367219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-valujet-slogans.html' title='Top Valujet slogans'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5380608550143223397</id><published>2011-03-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:49:14.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Lists'/><title type='text'>Good to be American</title><content type='html'>Top ten reasosn why it's great to be American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can have a woman president without electing her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can spell colour wrong and get away with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can call Budweiser beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can be a crook and still be president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you've got enough money you can get elected to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you can breathe you can get a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can invent a new public holiday &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can play golf in the most hideous clothes ever made and nobody seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You get to call everyone you've never met "buddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can think you're the greatest nation on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You can get a pizza within minutes of ordering.&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/4535472868970776623-5380608550143223397?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5380608550143223397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5380608550143223397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5380608550143223397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5380608550143223397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-to-be-american.html' title='Good to be American'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4512486670399013018</id><published>2011-03-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:45:04.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>A lecture about English</title><content type='html'>A linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;a negative."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right." &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/4535472868970776623-4512486670399013018?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4512486670399013018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4512486670399013018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4512486670399013018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4512486670399013018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/lecture-about-english.html' title='A lecture about English'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1361454030778989660</id><published>2011-03-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:42:35.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The homework schedule</title><content type='html'>Here is an explanation of the school homework policy for the average student. Students should not spend more than ninety minutes per night. This time should be budgeted in the following manner if the student desires to achieve moderate to good grades in his/her classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes looking for assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 minutes in the bathroom.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes getting a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes checking the TV Guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the assignment.&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/4535472868970776623-1361454030778989660?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1361454030778989660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=1361454030778989660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1361454030778989660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1361454030778989660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/homework-schedule.html' title='The homework schedule'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5513439614628448880</id><published>2011-03-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:56:18.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>A student's request for extra money</title><content type='html'>A student called up his Mom one evening from his college and asked her for some money, because he was broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mother said, "Sure, sweetie. I will send you some money. You also left your economics book here when you visited two weeks ago. Do you want me to send that up too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh, oh yeah, O.K." responded the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his Mom wrapped the book along with the checks up in a package, kissed Dad goodbye, and went to the post office to mail the money and the book. When she gets back, Dad asked, "Well how much did you give the boy this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I wrote two &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;checks, one for $20, and the other for $1,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's $1020!!!" yelled Dad, "Are you going crazy???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry hon," Mom said, kissed Dad on the on top of his bald head, "I taped the $20 check to the cover of his book, but I put the $1,000 one somewhere between the pages in chapter 15!"&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/4535472868970776623-5513439614628448880?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5513439614628448880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5513439614628448880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5513439614628448880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5513439614628448880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/students-request-for-extra-money.html' title='A student&apos;s request for extra money'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5350028159220966529</id><published>2011-03-16T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:48:08.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Why must we learn this?</title><content type='html'>One day our professor was discussing a particularly complicated concept. A pre-med student rudely interrupted to ask, "Why do we have to learn this pointless information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To save lives." the professor responded quickly and continued the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the same student spoke up again. "So how does physics save lives?" he persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It keeps the ignoramuses like you out of medical school," &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;replied the professor.&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/4535472868970776623-5350028159220966529?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5350028159220966529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5350028159220966529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5350028159220966529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5350028159220966529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-must-we-learn-this.html' title='Why must we learn this?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3787735243688497305</id><published>2011-03-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:43:24.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Short laughs &amp; quips</title><content type='html'>Lots of folks are forced to skimp to support a government that won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing the Democrats and Republicans share in common: Our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Veni, Vedi, Clinti--I came, I saw, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl asked her father, "Daddy? Do all Fairy Tales begin with 'Once Upon A Time'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "No, there is a whole series of Fairy Tales that begin with '&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;If elected I promise'."&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/4535472868970776623-3787735243688497305?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3787735243688497305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3787735243688497305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3787735243688497305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3787735243688497305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/short-laughs-quips.html' title='Short laughs &amp; quips'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-473228659199281673</id><published>2011-03-16T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:41:33.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Debate military issue</title><content type='html'>I have two sons who are at opposite poles on the military issue. Rick thinks the military exists "only to kill people" and says so at every chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike thinks the military is the greatest thing since sliced bread, and plans to make it his career. Needless to say, when they get together, sparks fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent interchange went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick: "'Military intelligence' is a contradiction in terms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: "No more than '&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;civilian worker'."&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/4535472868970776623-473228659199281673?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/473228659199281673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=473228659199281673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/473228659199281673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/473228659199281673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/debate-military-issue.html' title='Debate military issue'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4543834988219543074</id><published>2011-03-16T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:32:14.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>What is one billion?</title><content type='html'>According to a recent government publication ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion seconds ago Harry Truman was president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion minutes ago was just after the time of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion hours ago man had not yet walked on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion dollars ago was late yesterday at &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the U.S. Treasury.&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/4535472868970776623-4543834988219543074?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4543834988219543074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4543834988219543074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4543834988219543074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4543834988219543074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-one-billion.html' title='What is one billion?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4767898337181462806</id><published>2011-03-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:28:37.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>True politicial story</title><content type='html'>Supposedly G.B. Shaw once sent Winston Churchill some tickets for the first night of one of his plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churchill then sent Shaw a telegram to the effect: "Cannot come first night. Will come second night if you have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw promptly replied: "Here are two tickets for the second night. Bring a friend if&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; you have one."&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/4535472868970776623-4767898337181462806?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4767898337181462806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=4767898337181462806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4767898337181462806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4767898337181462806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/true-politicial-story.html' title='True politicial story'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3468840920294887866</id><published>2011-03-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:10:55.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Republicans Democrats</title><content type='html'>The difference between Republicans &amp; Democrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Republican and a Democrat were walking down the street when they came to a homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The republican gave the homeless person his business card and told him come to his business for a job. He then took twenty dollars out of his pocket and gave it to the homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democrat was very impressed, and when they came to another homeless person, He decided to help. He walked over to the homeless person and &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;gave him directions to the welfare office. He then reached into the Republicans pocket and gave him fifty dollars.&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/4535472868970776623-3468840920294887866?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3468840920294887866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=3468840920294887866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3468840920294887866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3468840920294887866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/republicans-democrats.html' title='Republicans Democrats'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6469392357733815753</id><published>2011-03-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:08:50.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>Q: What do you get when you drop a piano down a mine shaft?&lt;br /&gt;A: A flat minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you run over an army officer with a steam roller?&lt;br /&gt;A: A flat major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you say to an army officer as you're about to run him or her over with a steam roller?&lt;br /&gt;A: Be flat, major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you say after you run an army officer over with a steam roller?&lt;br /&gt;A: See flat major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What key is "Exploring The Cave With No Flashlight"&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; written in?&lt;br /&gt;A: C sharp or B flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when an army officer puts his nose to the grindstone?&lt;br /&gt;A: A sharp major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you enroll in a liberal arts program and the only subject you do well in is music?&lt;br /&gt;A: A natural major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you use to tie saplings to a piano so the saplings won't blow away?&lt;br /&gt;A: Root position cords.&lt;br /&gt;A note left for a pianist from his wife&lt;br /&gt;Gone Chopin, (have Liszt), Bach in a Minuet.&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/4535472868970776623-6469392357733815753?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6469392357733815753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=6469392357733815753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6469392357733815753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6469392357733815753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5204758126260141895</id><published>2011-03-16T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:49:32.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Bass</title><content type='html'>Q: Why did the bass player get mad at the timpanist?&lt;br /&gt;A: He turned a peg and wouldn't tell the bass player which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many bass players does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Only one - but the guitarist has to show him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many bass players does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Six. One to change it, five to fight off the lead guitarists who are hogging the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you hear about the drummer who locked his keys in his car?&lt;br /&gt;A: It took him four hours to get &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the bass player out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many bass players does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. The piano player can do that with his left hand.&lt;br /&gt;The annoying drums&lt;br /&gt;This guy goes on vacation to a tropical island. As soon as he gets off the plane, he hears drums. He thinks "Wow, this is cool." He goes to the beach, he hears the drums, he eats lunch, he hears drums, he goes to a luau, he hears drums. He tries to go to sleep, yet he hears drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for several nights, and gets to the point where the guy can't sleep at night because of the drums. Finally, he goes down to the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets there, he asks the manager, "Hey! What's with these drums. Don't they ever stop? I can't get any sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, "No! Drums must never stop. It's very bad if drums stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When drums stop...bass solo begins."&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/4535472868970776623-5204758126260141895?l=humorcentre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5204758126260141895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4535472868970776623&amp;postID=5204758126260141895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5204758126260141895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5204758126260141895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/03/bass.html' title='Bass'/><author><name>Drs. 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