<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 05:07:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Joke Of The Day</title><description>Really Funny Jokes.</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (a)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-900071587499554979</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T11:23:08.981-07:00</atom:updated><title>The reason I fired my secretary</title><description>Two weeks ago was my forty-fifth birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say “Happy Birthday,” and probably have a present for me. &lt;p&gt; She didn't even say “Good Morning,” alone any “Happy Birthday.” I thought, “Well, that's wives for you. Maybe the children will remember.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I started to the office I was feeling pretty low and despondent. As I walked into my office, my secretary, Janet, said, “Good morning boss, Happy Birthday.” And I felt a little better; someone had remembered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I worked until noon. Then Janet knocked on my door and said, “You know, it's such a beautiful day outside and it's your birthday, let's go to lunch, just you and me.” I said, “By George, that's the best thing I've heard all day. Let's go.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We went to lunch. We didn't go where we normally go; we went out into the country to a little private place. We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch tremendously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On the way back to the office, she said, “You know, it's such a beautiful day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?” I said, “No, I guess not.” She said, “Let's go to my apartment.” After arriving at her apartment she said, “Boss, if you don't mind, I think I'll go into the bedroom and slip into something more comfortable.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “Sure,” I excitedly replied. She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my wife, children and dozens of our friends. All were singing “Happy Birthday” and there on the couch I sat... naked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-900071587499554979?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/08/reason-i-fired-my-secretary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-460766013672188479</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-26T13:50:47.258-07:00</atom:updated><title>At the dentist office</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  A husband and wife entered the dentist's office. The husband said, "I want a tooth pulled. I don't want gas or Novocain because I'm in a terrible hurry.  Just pull the tooth as quickly as possible."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   "You're a brave man," said the dentist. "Now, show me which tooth it is."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  The husband turns to his wife and says, "Open your mouth and show the dentist which tooth it is, dear."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-460766013672188479?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/07/at-dentist-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-1038801887152299869</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-26T13:35:30.244-07:00</atom:updated><title>For Sale</title><description>For Sale by Owner:&lt;br /&gt;Complete Set of Encyclopedia Brittanica&lt;br /&gt;Excellent condition, but no longer needed;&lt;br /&gt;F***ng wife knows everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-1038801887152299869?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/07/for-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-7670060527796629624</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T21:28:05.612-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Ruling</title><description>he Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in Washington DC this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't for any religious reason, they simply have not been able to find three wise men and a virgin in the Nation's capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no problem, however, finding enough asses to fill the stable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-7670060527796629624?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/07/new-ruling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-4059044770256095221</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T21:27:00.363-07:00</atom:updated><title>Russian War College</title><description>At the Russian War College, the general is a guest lecturer and tells the class of officers that the session will focus on potential problems and the resulting strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the officers in the class begins by asking the first question, "Will we have to fight a World War Three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, comrades, looks like you will," answers the general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who will be our enemy, Comrade General?" another officer asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The likelihood is that it will be China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class looks alarmed, and finally one officer asks, "But Comrade General, we are 150 million people and they are about 1.5 billion. How can we possibly win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replies the general, "Think about it. In modern war, it is not the quantity, but the quality that is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in the Middle East, 5 million Jews fight against 50 million Arabs, and the Jews have been the winners every time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir," asks the panicky officer, "Do we have enough Jews"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-4059044770256095221?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/07/russian-war-college.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161083695031970942.post-179450633156393124</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T21:23:50.910-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lawyer Joke</title><description>The Godfather, accompanied by his attorney, walked into a room to meet with his accountant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather asked the accountant, "Where's the three million bucks you embezzled from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountant didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather asked again, "Where's the three million bucks you embezzled from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney interrupted, "Sir, the man is a deaf-mute and cannot understand you, but I can interpret for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather said, "Well, ask him where the @#!* money is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney, using sign language, asked the accountant where the three million dollars was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountant signed back, "I don't know what you're talking about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney interpreted to the Godfather, "He doesn't know what you're talking about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather pulled out a pistol, put it to the temple of the accountant, cocked the trigger and said, "Ask him again where the @#!* money is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney signed to the accountant, "He wants to know where it is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountant signed back, "Okay! Okay! The money's hidden in a suitcase behind the shed in my backyard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather asked, "Well, what did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney interpreted to the Godfather, "He said that you don't have the guts to pull the trigger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161083695031970942-179450633156393124?l=www.thisisfunny.us'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thisisfunny.us/2008/07/lawyer-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (a)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>