<?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-11613633</id><updated>2011-12-13T20:00:38.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Dot Com</title><subtitle type='html'>Come Chill here!....read jokes and have a good laugh!......please support my site by visiting a sponsor link today!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111687558168269893</id><published>2005-05-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:13:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um......hi</title><content type='html'>sorry i havnt been able to update my site, but i will make up for it(been a really busy time for me right now though).  but dont worry, this site will be back up for you all to enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111687558168269893?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111687558168269893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111687558168269893' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111687558168269893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111687558168269893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/05/umhi.html' title='Um......hi'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111277476127180664</id><published>2005-04-06T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:06:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bozo and his donkey</title><content type='html'>There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey. "Anywhere I go, she goes." "I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Great!'' replied Bozo. ''How much do I have to pay?'' he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''One thousand dollars for the food.'' ''But I haven't touched the food." ''It was right there, so you should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thousand dollars for the TV." ''But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!'' ''It was there, so you should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five thousand for sleeping on the bed." ''But I slept on the floor!'' ''It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey.'' ''But sir, I didn't screw your donkey.'' ''It was there. You should have!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111277476127180664?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111277476127180664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111277476127180664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111277476127180664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111277476127180664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/04/bozo-and-his-donkey.html' title='Bozo and his donkey'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111234419900028688</id><published>2005-04-01T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:29:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got any Grapes?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A ducks walks into a bar and asks, "Got any grapes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The bartender, confused, tells the ducks that no, his bar doesn't serve grapes. The duck thanks him and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The next day, the duck returns and says, "Got any grapes?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, the bartender tells him that, no, the bar does not serve grapes, has never served grapes, and, furthermore, will never serve grapes. The duck, a little ruffled, thanks him and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The next day, the duck returns, but before he can say anything, the bartender begins to yell: ''Listen, duck! This is a bar! We do not serve grapes! If you ever ask for grapes again, I will nail your stupid duck beak to the bar!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The duck is silent for a moment, and then asks, ''Got any nails?''&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the bartender says no.&lt;br /&gt;''Good!'' says the duck. ''Got any grapes?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111234419900028688?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111234419900028688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111234419900028688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111234419900028688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111234419900028688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/04/got-any-grapes.html' title='Got any Grapes?????'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111234409876945812</id><published>2005-04-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:28:18.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A guy goes into a bar, orders twelve shots and starts drinking them as fast as he can.&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "Dang, why are you drinking so fast?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "You would be drinking fast if you had what I had."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "What do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "75 cents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111234409876945812?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111234409876945812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111234409876945812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111234409876945812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111234409876945812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/04/12-shots.html' title='12 Shots'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111203825039964342</id><published>2005-03-28T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:30:50.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Intelligent" Quotes from Famous people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“If we let the loggers go in and cut down all the trees we wouldn’t have a problem with forest fires.” – George Bush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body," -- Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a jackass, and I'm just the one to do it," -- A congressional candidate in Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I don't feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from them. There were great numbers of people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves." -- John Wayne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Half this game is ninety percent mental." -- Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it." -- Al Gore, Vice President &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?" -- Lee Iacocca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"We don't necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people." -- Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Traditionally, most of Australia's imports come from overseas." -- Keppel Enderbery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I love California. I practically grew up in Phoenix." -- Dan Quayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111203825039964342?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111203825039964342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111203825039964342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111203825039964342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111203825039964342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/intelligent-quotes-from-famous-people.html' title='&quot;Intelligent&quot; Quotes from Famous people'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111197897996933785</id><published>2005-03-27T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:02:59.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash Through the Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A blond was driving along a country road, listening to the radio. The D.J. was telling blonde jokes one after the other, and she got extremly pissed off and turned of the radio.&lt;br /&gt;She continued down the road, and in a field she saw another blonde in a canoe trying to row across the field. She stopped and got out of the car, and yelled across to the other blond, "It's Blondes like you who make everyone think I'm stupid. If I could swim, I'd come out there and give you a piece of my mind!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111197897996933785?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111197897996933785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111197897996933785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111197897996933785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111197897996933785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/splish-splash-through-field.html' title='Splish Splash Through the Field'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111197852521830397</id><published>2005-03-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:55:25.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I just wanted to wish you all including my daily visitors! HAPPY EASTER.......Soon APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111197852521830397?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111197852521830397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111197852521830397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111197852521830397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111197852521830397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111166484478829666</id><published>2005-03-24T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:50:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music video fo the week</title><content type='html'>While readin some jokes, i thought u would be interested in the music video of the week.....enjoy, also check back here for the next music video fo the week...its always a surprize!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=vpdiv&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" src="http://song.musicvideocodes.com/song.php?s=1875" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="265" ShowControls="0" ShowStatusBar="1" AutoSize="true" loop="true" EnableContextMenu="0" DisplaySize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Video code provided by &lt;a href="http://www.musicvideocodes.com"&gt;MusicVideoCodes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111166484478829666?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111166484478829666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111166484478829666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166484478829666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166484478829666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-video-fo-week.html' title='Music video fo the week'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111166429004082861</id><published>2005-03-24T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:38:10.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are stuck on an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One day, the three of them are walking along the beach and discover a magic lamp. They rub and rub, and sure enough, out pops a genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The genie says, "Since I can only grant three wishes, you may each have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The brunette says, "I've been stuck here for years. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I just want to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;POOF! The brunette gets her wish and she is returned to her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then, the red head says, "I've been stuck here for years as well. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I wish I could go home too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;POOF! The redhead gets her wish and she is returned to her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The blonde starts crying uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The genie asks, "My dear, what's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The blonde whimpers, "I wish my friends were still here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111166429004082861?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111166429004082861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111166429004082861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166429004082861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166429004082861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/3-wishes.html' title='3 wishes'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111166414450197251</id><published>2005-03-24T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:35:44.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why did the blonde nurse take a red magic marker to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In case she had to draw some blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111166414450197251?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111166414450197251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111166414450197251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166414450197251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111166414450197251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/blonde-nurse.html' title='Blonde nurse'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163776273839226</id><published>2005-03-23T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:16:02.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blonde goes to the library?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Once a blonde went to the library to get a book. A few days later, she returns and says to librarian at the counter, "This book was very boring. It had too many characters and too many numbers, so i would like to return it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The librarian says to the other librarian, "So here is the person who took our phone book!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163776273839226?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163776273839226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163776273839226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163776273839226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163776273839226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/blonde-goes-to-library.html' title='A blonde goes to the library?'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163763570995660</id><published>2005-03-23T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:13:55.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A order of Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A doctor was having an affair with his nurse. Shortly afterward, she told him she was pregnant. Not wanting his wife to know, he gave the nurse a sum of money and asked her to go to Italy and have the baby there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''But how will I let you know the baby is born?'' she asked. He replied, ''Just send me a postcard and write 'spaghetti' on the back. I'll take care of expenses.''&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what else to do, the nurse took the money and flew to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Six months went by and then one day the doctor's wife called him at the office and explained, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''Dear, you received a very strange postcard in the mail today from Europe, and I don't understand what it means.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The doctor said, ''Just wait until I get home and I will explain it to you.'' Later that evening, the doctor came home, read the postcard, fell to the floor with a heart attack. Paramedics rushed him to the ER. The lead medic stayed back to comfort the wife. He asked what trauma had precipitated the cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So the wife picked up the card and read, ''Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti - Two with sausage and meatballs, two without.'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163763570995660?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163763570995660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163763570995660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163763570995660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163763570995660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/order-of-spaghetti.html' title='A order of Spaghetti'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163749747870258</id><published>2005-03-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:11:37.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor pain machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favor of it. The doctor set the pain transfer to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before. But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and kick it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%. The husband continued to feel quite well. Since the pain transfer was obviously helping out the wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him. The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain. She and her husband were ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When they got home, the mailman was dead on the porch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163749747870258?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163749747870258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163749747870258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163749747870258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163749747870258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/labor-pain-machine.html' title='Labor pain machine'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163732670357365</id><published>2005-03-23T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:09:28.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital donation clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A man and a woman meet in a hospital donation clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says to the woman, "What are you here to give?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She says, "I'm here to give blood. I get paid $5."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The man says, "Oh, I'm here to donate sperm, I get paid $25!" A couple of weeks later they meet again in the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The man says, "Hi there! Are you here to give blood again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The woman puffs her cheeks out and shakes her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163732670357365?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163732670357365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163732670357365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163732670357365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163732670357365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/hospital-donation-clinic.html' title='Hospital donation clinic'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163717905346213</id><published>2005-03-23T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:06:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A blonde with two burnt ears went to the doctor, who asked what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;"The phone rang, and I accidentally picked up the iron."&lt;br /&gt;"What about the other one?"&lt;br /&gt;"They called back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163717905346213?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163717905346213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163717905346213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163717905346213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163717905346213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/iron-phone.html' title='Iron Phone'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163710054448408</id><published>2005-03-23T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:05:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you like that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A woman goes to the hospital, and her doctor gives her a sonogram. He sees the baby and suddenly the baby says, “Are you my daddy?” The doctor is shocked and goes to get another doctor, who looks at the sonogram. The baby says again, “Are you my daddy?” The doctor says, “No, I'm not your father.”They go to get the dad, the father looks at his baby boy and the baby asked, “Are you my daddy?” And the father says, “Yes, I am!” So, the baby pops out of the mother's womb, picks up his hand, and starts poking the father in the head while saying, “How do you like that?! How do you like that?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163710054448408?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163710054448408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163710054448408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163710054448408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163710054448408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-do-you-like-that.html' title='How do you like that?'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163666486477301</id><published>2005-03-23T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:57:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the nurses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A big shot businessman had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. He was a royal pain to the nurses because he bossed them around just like he did his employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;None of the hospital staff wanted to have anything to do with him. The head nurse was the only one who could stand up to him. She came into his room and announced, "I have to take your temperature." After complaining for several minutes, he finally settled down, crossed his arms and opened his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"No, I'm sorry, the nurse stated, "but for this reading, I cannot use an oral thermometer." This started another round of complaining, but eventually he rolled over and bared his rear end.&lt;br /&gt;After the nurse inserted the thermometer, she announced, "I have to get something. Now you stay JUST LIKE THAT until I get back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;She leaves the door to his room open on her way out. He curses under his breath as he hears people walking past his door laughing. After almost an hour, the man's doctor comes into the room. "What's going on here?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Angrily, the man answers, "What's the matter, Doc? Haven't you ever seen someone having their temperature taken?"&lt;br /&gt;After a pause, the doctor confesses, "Well, no. I guess I haven't. Not with a carnation anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163666486477301?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163666486477301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163666486477301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163666486477301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163666486477301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/revenge-of-nurses_23.html' title='Revenge of the nurses'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163568782859095</id><published>2005-03-23T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:42:15.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl's definition of tradgedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One day, President Bush visited an elementary school. All the kids were so excited to get to meet the President. He began to talk to them and asked them to define the word ''tragedy.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Well," one girl replied, "If my mommy ran over my dog, Rover, that would be a tragedy!"&lt;br /&gt;The President smiled at the little girl and said, "No, sweetie. That would be an accident! Can anyone give it a try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A little boy sitting across the room raised his hand and said, "I know! I know! If our bus driver ran off of a cliff and killed everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;The President shook his head and said, "No son. That would be a great loss! Doesn't anyone know of a good example of a tragedy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A small girl raised her hand and said, "Well, Mr. President, if you and Laura were in Air Force One and it was hit by a missile and blown to smithereens, most people would think that that was a tragedy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Very good," he said. "And what was your reason for that answer?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she said, "It would not be an accident and it sure would not be a great loss!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163568782859095?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163568782859095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163568782859095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163568782859095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163568782859095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-girls-definition-of-tradgedy.html' title='Little Girl&apos;s definition of tradgedy'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163538818721673</id><published>2005-03-23T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:36:28.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton and the Beer Cans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back when Bill Clinton and Hillary got married Bill told her, “There's one thing I want you to know. There's a box under my bed and I don't want you to look in it until I die.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hillary agreed to this but, over the years, the curiosity got the better of her and she finally looked in it. She found three beer cans and 1.5 million dollars in cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When she asked Bill what the beer cans were for, he replied, “Well, those are for all the times I've cheated on you.” Hillary said, “Well, that's not bad after all these years and you being a politician and traveling and all.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She was about to leave, but then she said, “Hey, Bill, what about the 1.5 million dollars?” Bill replied, “That's for all the times the box got full and I had to cash the cans in.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163538818721673?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163538818721673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163538818721673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163538818721673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163538818721673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/clinton-and-beer-cans.html' title='Clinton and the Beer Cans'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163478031451665</id><published>2005-03-23T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:26:20.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishop and the ass(donkey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A preacher wanted to raise money for his church and on being told that there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to purchase a horse and enter it in the races. However, at the local auction, the going price for horses was so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured that since he had it, he might as well go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, the donkey came in third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The next day the local paper carried this headline: PREACHER'S ASS SHOWS. The preacher was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won. The paper read: PREACHER'S ASS OUT IN FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the preacher not to enter the donkey in another race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PREACHER'S ASS. This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the preacher to get rid of the donkey. The preacher decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The paper headline the next day read: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The next day the headline read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.00. This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey, lead it to the plains, and let it go. Next day, the headline in the paper read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE. The Bishop was buried the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163478031451665?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163478031451665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163478031451665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163478031451665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163478031451665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/bishop-and-assdonkey.html' title='Bishop and the ass(donkey)'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163458385999072</id><published>2005-03-23T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:23:03.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A guy phones a law firm and says, "I want to speak to my lawyer." The receptionist says, "I'm sorry, but your lawyer died last week." The next day the same guy phones the law firm and says, "I want to speak to my lawyer." Once again the receptionist replies, "I'm sorry, but your lawyer died last week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The next day the guy makes his regular call to the law firm and say, "I want to speak to my lawyer." "Excuse me sir," the receptionist says, "but this is third time I've had to tell you that your lawyer died last week. Why do you keep calling?" The guy replies, "Because I love hearing it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163458385999072?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163458385999072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163458385999072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163458385999072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163458385999072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/dead-lawyer.html' title='Dead Lawyer'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163448988920193</id><published>2005-03-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:21:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marraige Made In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Marriage Made In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;A couple were driving to a church to get married. On the way, they got into a car accident and died. When they arrive in heaven, they see St. Peter at the gate. They ask him if he could arrange it so they could marry in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;St. Peter tells them that he'll do his best to work on it for them.&lt;br /&gt;Three months pass by and the couple hear nothing. They bump into St. Peter and ask him about the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I'm still working on it."&lt;br /&gt;Two years pass by and no marriage.&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter again assures them that he's working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after twenty long years, St. Peter comes running with a priest and tells the couple it's time for their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The couple marry and live happily for a while. But after a few months the couple go and find St. Peter and tell him things are not working out, and that they want to get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you arrange it for us?" they ask.&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter replies, "Are you kidding?!! It took me twenty years to find a priest up here. How am I gonna find you a lawyer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163448988920193?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163448988920193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163448988920193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163448988920193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163448988920193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/marraige-made-in-heaven.html' title='Marraige Made In Heaven'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163431775940413</id><published>2005-03-23T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:19:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Those Darn Lawyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Two lawyers, Jon and Amanpreet, head out for their usual 9 holes of golf. Jon offers Amanpreet a $50 bet. Amanpreet agrees and they're off. They shoot a great game. After the 8th hole, Amanpreet is ahead by one stroke, but cuts his ball into the rough on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Help me find my ball. Look over there,'' he says to Jon. After a few minutes, neither has any luck. Since a lost ball carries a four point penalty, Amanpreet secretly pulls a ball from his pocket and tosses it to the ground. ''I've found my ball!'' he announces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''After all of the years we've been partners and playing together," Jon says, "you'd cheat me out of a lousy 50 bucks?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''What do you mean, cheat? I found my ball sitting right there!''&lt;br /&gt;''And you're a liar, too!'' Jon says. ''I'll have you know I've been STANDING on your ball for the last five minutes!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163431775940413?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163431775940413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163431775940413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163431775940413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163431775940413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-those-darn-lawyers.html' title='Oh, Those Darn Lawyers'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163415939283797</id><published>2005-03-23T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:15:59.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things People Have said in Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: What is your date of birth?                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: July fifteenth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: What year?                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: This myasthenia gravis - does it affect your memory at all?                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: I forget.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, okay? What school did you go to?       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Oral.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: How old is your son - the one living with you.                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Thirty-eight or thirty-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q : Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: She had three children, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: How many were boys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: None. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Were there any girls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in the voodoo occult? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: We both do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Voodoo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: We do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: You do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Yes, voodoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Sir, what is your IQ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Well, I can see pretty well, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: And why did that upset you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: My name is Susan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, okay? What school did you go to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Oral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: What is your date of birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: July fifteenth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: What year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A: Every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Q: Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163415939283797?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163415939283797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163415939283797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163415939283797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163415939283797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-people-have-said-in-court.html' title='Things People Have said in Court'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613633.post-111163321351305018</id><published>2005-03-23T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:00:13.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hit and Run Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very successful lawyer parked his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and completely tore the door off of the driver's side. The counselor immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically. His Lexus, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it.&lt;br /&gt;When the lawyer finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else."&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh!" screamed the lawyer. "Where's my Rolex!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613633-111163321351305018?l=liquid420.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/feeds/111163321351305018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613633&amp;postID=111163321351305018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163321351305018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613633/posts/default/111163321351305018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liquid420.blogspot.com/2005/03/hit-and-run-case.html' title='The Hit and Run Case'/><author><name>LiQuId</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03967198423347832647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
