<?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-34220351</id><updated>2012-03-16T01:49:18.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZedBiz Fun and Games</title><subtitle type='html'>Jokes, Riddles, Funny Pictures and Videos, Games, anything to make  you smile!

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Laugh a bit - jokes are healthy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5374690087943724795</id><published>2007-10-24T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:30:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs and Fun.com</title><content type='html'>I started a new website that has all your chuckles, laughs and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughsandfun.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out! Laughs and Fun - http://www.laughsandfun.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5374690087943724795?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.laughsandfun.com' title='Laughs and Fun.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5374690087943724795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5374690087943724795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5374690087943724795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5374690087943724795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/10/laughs-and-funcom.html' title='Laughs and Fun.com'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2402274784184616640</id><published>2007-08-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:07:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real story of bears</title><content type='html'>Subject: Far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table. He looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into his small bowl. It is empty.  "Who's been eating my porridge?" he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into his big bowl and it is also empty.  "Who's been eating my porridge?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen &amp; yells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mummy Bear who got up first.  It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house.   It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.  It was Mummy Bear who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.  It was Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen.  It was Mummy Bear who went out in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.  It was Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear who set the damn table.  It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaned the cat's litter tray gave them their food, and refilled their water.  And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear- butts downstairs and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say this once....I haven’t made the stinkin' porridge yet!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2402274784184616640?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2402274784184616640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2402274784184616640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2402274784184616640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2402274784184616640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/08/real-story-of-bears.html' title='The real story of bears'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-1789658608559409652</id><published>2007-07-28T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:13:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wife = Happy Life</title><content type='html'>Clear instructions for a happy household&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Merit/Demerit Point System......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of romance, one single rule applies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the system works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guide to the point system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You make the bed. (+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You make the bed but forget the decorative pillow. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets. (-1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You go out to buy her what she wants. (+5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In the rain. (+8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* But return with Beer. (-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You check out a suspicious noise at night. (+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You check out a suspicious noise and it is something. (+5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You pummel it with iron rod. (+10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's her pet. (-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side the entire party. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side for a while and then leave to chat with a college&lt;br /&gt;buddy.&lt;br /&gt;(-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Named Tina. (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina is a dancer. (-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina has silicone implants. (-80)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner. (+2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner, and it's not a sports bar. (+3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it is a sports bar. (-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night. (-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colours of your favourite team. (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NIGHT OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie. (+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie she likes. (+3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you hate. (+6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you like. (-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called 'Death Cop.' (-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PHYSIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly. (-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;(+10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts (-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "It doesn't matter; you have one too." (-8000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [Yes, you lose points no matter what]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hesitate in responding. (-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reply, "Where?" (-35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other response. (-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression. (0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen, for over 30 minutes. (+50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV. (+500)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep. (-4000)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-1789658608559409652?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1789658608559409652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=1789658608559409652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/1789658608559409652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/1789658608559409652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-wife-happy-life.html' title='Happy Wife = Happy Life'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2931137667100426288</id><published>2007-07-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:07:43.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saskatchewan</title><content type='html'>I am a good ol' Saskatchewan Farm Boy - so I liked this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;FRIENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt; FRIENDS: Always bring the food. And lots of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;FRIENDS: Will say "hello".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt; FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss. More than&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad, and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Cry with you. And for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;and just being together. Then do the dishes before leaving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from&lt;br /&gt;you and most of the time know you better than you do yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' ass that left&lt;br /&gt;you.  Then walk beside you in the front of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"  If you&lt;br /&gt;are not home they will wait.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;FRIENDS: Are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Are for life. And then some.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;FRIENDS: Might ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;  FRIENDS: Will forward this to all their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;SASKATCHEWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is Short. Dance Naked &amp;amp; Wiggle Your Butt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2931137667100426288?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2931137667100426288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2931137667100426288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2931137667100426288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2931137667100426288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/saskatchewan.html' title='Saskatchewan'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2039302392241179588</id><published>2007-07-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:42:04.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Sense ?? .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SO true in life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: navy;"&gt;My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense  early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making  decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as  time passed by until today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of  silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many  generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: navy;"&gt;Obituary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic;"&gt;Common  Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Today we  mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us  for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records  were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be remembered as  having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the  rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was  my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't  spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not  children are in charge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health began to deteriorate rapidly when  well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a  six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens  suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for  reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense  lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves  failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further  when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun  lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a  student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost  the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became  businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common  Sense took a beating when you&lt;br /&gt;couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your  own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense finally  gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of  coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap,&lt;br /&gt;and was promptly awarded a  huge settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth  and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son,  Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is  to Blame, and I'm a Victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few  realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the  majority and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Author  unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2039302392241179588?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2039302392241179588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2039302392241179588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2039302392241179588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2039302392241179588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/common-sense.html' title='Common Sense ?? .....'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2001805355350610832</id><published>2007-07-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:02:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Facts about the Human Body</title><content type='html'>The human body is a machine that is full of wonder. This collection of&lt;br /&gt;human body facts will leave you wondering why in the heck we were designed&lt;br /&gt;the way we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists say the higher your I.Q. the more you dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The largest cell in the human body is the female egg and the smallest is&lt;br /&gt;the male sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You use 200 muscles to take one step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The average woman is 5 inches shorter than the average man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your big toes have two bones each while the rest have three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A pair of human feet contain 250,000 sweat glands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A full bladder is roughly the size of a soft ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The acid in your stomach is strong enough to dissolve razor blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The human brain cell can hold 5 times as much information as the&lt;br /&gt;Encyclopedia Britannica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It takes the food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The average human dream&lt;br /&gt;lasts 2-3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Men without hair on their chests are more likely to get cirrhosis of the&lt;br /&gt;liver than men with hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At the moment of conception, you spent about half an hour as a single&lt;br /&gt;cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There is about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your body gives off enough heat in 30 minutes to bring half a gallon of&lt;br /&gt;water to a boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The enamel in your teeth is the hardest substance in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your teeth start growing 6 months before you are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you are looking at someone you love, your pupils dilate, they do the&lt;br /&gt;same when you are looking at someone you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blondes have more hair than dark-haired people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your thumb is the same length of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I KNOW you are placing your thumb on your NOSE, aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2001805355350610832?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2001805355350610832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2001805355350610832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2001805355350610832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2001805355350610832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-facts-about-human-body.html' title='Amazing Facts about the Human Body'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-6664703673333803320</id><published>2007-07-10T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:13:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hutterites....</title><content type='html'>(I can hear your groans from here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Hutterites walk into a pet shop in Swift Current and head&lt;br /&gt; directly to the bird section. Jacob, the Preacher, says to John, the&lt;br /&gt; Farm Boss, "Dat's dem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The owner comes over and asks if he can help them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah, ve'll take four of dem little budgies in dat cage up der,"&lt;br /&gt; says John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. Jacob and John pay for the&lt;br /&gt; birds, leave the shop and get into the colony van and &lt;br /&gt; drive over to the train trellis bridge. From the top of the bridge,&lt;br /&gt; John looks down at the 200 -foot drop and says, "Dis looks like a&lt;br /&gt; grand place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He takes two birds out of  the bag, puts them on his shoulders and &lt;br /&gt; jumps off the bridge. Jacob watches as John falls all the way to the&lt;br /&gt; bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Jacob shakes his head and&lt;br /&gt; says: "Dis budgie jumping is too dangerous fer me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT WAIT!!!! there's MORE!&lt;br /&gt; PART TWO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moments later Isaac, the Hog Boss, arrives up on the bridge.  He's&lt;br /&gt; been to the pet shop too and walks up to the edge of  the bridge &lt;br /&gt; carrying  another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hey, Jacob, vatch dis," Isaac says. He takes a parrot from the bag&lt;br /&gt; and throws himself off the bridge. Jacob watches as halfway down, &lt;br /&gt; Isaac takes the gun and shoots the parrot. Isaac continues to plummet&lt;br /&gt; until he hits the bottom. Jacob shakes his head and says, "Ya, und I'm&lt;br /&gt; never trying dat parrotshooting either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT WAIT!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt; PART THREE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jacob is just getting over the shock of losing two friends when Abe,&lt;br /&gt; the Chicken Boss, appears. He's carrying an old potato sack out&lt;br /&gt; of  which he pulls a chicken -- one of those old layer hens. Abe then &lt;br /&gt; grasps the chicken by the legs holds it over his head and hurls&lt;br /&gt; himself off the bridge  and disappears down and down until he too hits&lt;br /&gt; bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jacob shakes his head in sadness. "First der vas John wid his budgie &lt;br /&gt; jumping, den Isaac parrotshooting...... und now we've lost Abe hengliding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-6664703673333803320?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6664703673333803320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=6664703673333803320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/6664703673333803320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/6664703673333803320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-hutterites.html' title='Two Hutterites....'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-7435167764288618938</id><published>2007-07-05T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:19:47.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pastors Ass</title><content type='html'>This is funny and has a good moral at the end-no need to be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Pastor's Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so&lt;br /&gt; pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won&lt;br /&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was so up set with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day, the local paper headline read:&lt;br /&gt; BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid&lt;br /&gt; of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the&lt;br /&gt; donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The bishop was buried the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The moral of the story is....being concerned about public opinion can&lt;br /&gt; Bring you much grief and misery...and even shorten your life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So be yourself And enjoy life... &lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a Lot happier and live longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-7435167764288618938?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7435167764288618938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=7435167764288618938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7435167764288618938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7435167764288618938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/07/pastors-ass.html' title='The Pastors Ass'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5627337834275374885</id><published>2007-05-24T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:58:13.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different way to think of things!</title><content type='html'>A different way to think of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP GOES TO HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally arrived.   Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you.   We have heard&lt;br /&gt; a lot about you.  I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have&lt;br /&gt;been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test&lt;br /&gt;is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir.   But nobody&lt;br /&gt;ever told me about any entrance exam.  I sure hope that the test  ain't too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was a big enough test as it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;What two days of the week begin with the letter T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second:&lt;br /&gt;How many seconds are there in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:&lt;br /&gt;What is God's first name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest leaves to think the questions over  He returns the next day and&lt;br /&gt;sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, "Now that you have had a&lt;br /&gt;chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest! replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the  week&lt;br /&gt;begins with the letter "T"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, that one is easy.   That would be Today and Tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;"Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you&lt;br /&gt;do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you&lt;br /&gt;credit for that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the next one?" asked St. Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many seconds in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that one is harder," replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk&lt;br /&gt;about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve! ? Twelve?  Forrest, how in&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January 2nd,&lt;br /&gt;February 2nd, March 2nd... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter.&lt;br /&gt;"I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though&lt;br /&gt;that was not quite what I had in mind...but I will have to give you credit&lt;br /&gt;for that one, too.  Let us go on with the third and final question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me God's first name"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," Forrest replied,&lt;br /&gt;  "It's Andy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;St Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I can understand how you&lt;br /&gt;came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how&lt;br /&gt;in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shucks, that was the easiest&lt;br /&gt;one of all," Forrest replied.  "I learnt it from the song,&lt;br /&gt;"ANDY  WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Run Forrest, run."&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sense of humor, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the ability to understand a clean joke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get some humor out of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to pass it on to other folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5627337834275374885?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5627337834275374885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5627337834275374885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5627337834275374885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5627337834275374885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/05/different-way-to-think-of-things.html' title='A different way to think of things!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-8613806535018052893</id><published>2007-04-02T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:36:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First baby and .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing  maternity clothes as soon as your&lt;br /&gt;OB/GYN confirms your  pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular  clothes for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE  your regular clothes.&lt;br /&gt;     _____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the  Birth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd  baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time,&lt;br /&gt;breathing didn't'  do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby : You ask for an epidural in your eighth  month.&lt;br /&gt;    ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The  Layette :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate  them,&lt;br /&gt;and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You  check to make sure that the clothes are clean and&lt;br /&gt;discard only the ones with  the darkest stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;     ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Worries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st  baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you&lt;br /&gt;pick up the  baby.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to  wake&lt;br /&gt;your firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to  rewind the&lt;br /&gt;mechanical swing&lt;br /&gt;     ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;     Pacifier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it  away&lt;br /&gt;until you can go home and wash and boil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: When the  pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it&lt;br /&gt;off with some juice from the  baby's bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back  in.&lt;br /&gt;    ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;     Diapering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour,  whether&lt;br /&gt;they need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every  two to three hours, if&lt;br /&gt;needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their  diaper before others start to&lt;br /&gt;complain about the smell or you see it sagging  to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;     Activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby  Swing,&lt;br /&gt;and Baby Story Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby  Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the  dry&lt;br /&gt;cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;     ________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;    Going  Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter,  you&lt;br /&gt;call home five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3rd baby: You leave instructions for the  sitter to call only if&lt;br /&gt;she sees blood.&lt;br /&gt;     ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;    At  Home:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at  the&lt;br /&gt;baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure  your&lt;br /&gt;older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd  baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;     _____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;    Swallowing Coins (a  favorite):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the  child&lt;br /&gt;to the hospital and demand x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd child: When second child  swallows a coin, you carefully&lt;br /&gt;watch for the coin to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd child:  When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from&lt;br /&gt;his allowance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-8613806535018052893?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8613806535018052893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=8613806535018052893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8613806535018052893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8613806535018052893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-baby-and.html' title='First baby and .....'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-3836037081772416135</id><published>2007-03-07T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:34:57.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Joke - Just the Facts on this one!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A LIFE CHANGING PROGRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to stay on track - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to work towards your goals - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to keep straight on your priorities - right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want - no NEED to live your DREAMS - Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all else - it has to be simple.  Come on, everyone is already too busy.  You don't want to spend hours or days or even weeks learning new ways, taking new fangled courses, trying to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution --&gt; http://www.topzed.com/simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very simple system to get down to the basics of what is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life - your job - your business - your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it --&gt; http://www.topzed.com/simple - oh, by the way - did I tell you it's FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the creator Mark Joyner wanted this available to everyone!  Mark has made his money in other ways - this is for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you my story . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always busy (aren't we all).  Most of the time I get lots and lots done.  And keeping it all on track is my specialty. BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard - and I get behind - and then stressed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, with work, my own business, farming on the side, my family, 2 boys, school activities for them, coaching hockey, summer sports, lake, water skiing, my wife, investments, life-long learning (gotta keep up), holidays, family get-togethers, friends, volunteering, community, etc - it just got too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting further and further behind, rather than getting ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about Mark's program about 6 months ago.  Read all about what he said - seemed simple - profound - just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get started - listened to his advice - but did not really start the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 months - what a waste - I just go further behind running in circle trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got smart - and actually started the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy - took me about 1-2 hours the first day just to get things set up - organized, etc.&lt;br /&gt;That includes getting my short / medium / and long term goals down on paper - Mark shows you how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just 15 minutes or less a day keeps me on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the difference has been immense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hours wasted wondering what needed to be done - what should be prioritized - am I missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is all taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it now - don't wait -&gt; http://www.topzed.com/simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me anytime how it's going - I absolutely LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-3836037081772416135?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3836037081772416135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=3836037081772416135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/3836037081772416135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/3836037081772416135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-joke-just-facts-on-this-one.html' title='Not a Joke - Just the Facts on this one!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2521894146766250667</id><published>2007-03-07T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:30:47.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you Crazy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A noted psychiatrist was a guest at a gathering of humor editors, and his host naturally broached the subject in which the doctor was most at ease. "Would you mind telling me, Doctor," he asked, "how you detect a mental deficiency in somebody who appears completely normal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is easier," he replied. "You ask him a simple question which everyone should answer with no trouble. If he hesitates, that puts you on the track."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What sort of question?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you might ask him, 'Captain Cook made three trips around the world and died during one of them. Which one?'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editor thought a moment, then said with a nervous laugh, "You wouldn't happen to have another example would you? I must confess I don't know much about history."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2521894146766250667?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2521894146766250667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2521894146766250667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2521894146766250667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2521894146766250667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-crazy.html' title='are you Crazy??'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5031596291326257332</id><published>2007-03-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:23:36.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more Driving</title><content type='html'>DRIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two elderly women were out driving in a large car - both could barely see over the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stoplight was red, but they just went on through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself "I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more  minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred turned to her and said, "Oh, crap, am I driving ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5031596291326257332?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5031596291326257332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5031596291326257332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5031596291326257332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5031596291326257332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-driving.html' title='more Driving'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-9159502833866821663</id><published>2007-03-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:21:21.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors Driving</title><content type='html'>SENIOR DRIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on Interstate 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be careful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heck," said Herman, "It's not just one car. It's hundreds of them!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-9159502833866821663?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9159502833866821663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=9159502833866821663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/9159502833866821663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/9159502833866821663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/seniors-driving.html' title='Seniors Driving'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-8503356726052647517</id><published>2007-03-02T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:19:24.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>OLD FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years, they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said,  "Now don't get mad at me .. I know we've been friends for a long time,  but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what your name is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-8503356726052647517?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8503356726052647517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=8503356726052647517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8503356726052647517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8503356726052647517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5732229486331912502</id><published>2007-03-02T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:17:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ol' Lady</title><content type='html'>LITTLE LADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady was running up and down the halls in a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked, she would flip up the hem of her nightgown and say "Supersex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked up to an elderly man in a wheelchair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping her gown at him, she said, "Supersex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat silently for a moment or two and finally answered, "I'll take the soup."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5732229486331912502?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5732229486331912502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5732229486331912502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5732229486331912502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5732229486331912502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-ol-lady.html' title='Little ol&apos; Lady'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-7677635418741697847</id><published>2007-03-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:16:32.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing loss ...</title><content type='html'>"I CAN HEAR JUST FINE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three retirees, each with a hearing loss, were playing golf one fine March day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One remarked to the other, "Windy, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the second man replied, "it's Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third man chimed in, "So am I. Let's have a beer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-7677635418741697847?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7677635418741697847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=7677635418741697847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7677635418741697847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7677635418741697847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/hearing-loss.html' title='Hearing loss ...'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-7322002124529108983</id><published>2007-03-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:15:43.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three old sisters!</title><content type='html'>Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 94-year-old yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts up the stairs and pauses "Was I going up the stairs or down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-7322002124529108983?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7322002124529108983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=7322002124529108983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7322002124529108983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7322002124529108983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-old-sisters.html' title='Three old sisters!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2716093426951344189</id><published>2007-03-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:14:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost . .. .</title><content type='html'>TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST IN THE DARNDEST PLACES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly Floridian called 911 on her cell phone to report that her car has been broken into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hysterical as she explains her situation to&lt;br /&gt;the dispatcher: "They've stolen the stereo, the steering wheel, the&lt;br /&gt;brake pedal and even the accelerator!" she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dispatcher said, "Stay calm. An officer is on the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the officer radios in. "Disregard." He says. "She got in the back-seat by mistake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2716093426951344189?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2716093426951344189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2716093426951344189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2716093426951344189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2716093426951344189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/03/lost.html' title='Lost . .. .'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-7018922519959796771</id><published>2007-02-26T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:52:01.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laws of Man</title><content type='html'>The International Council of Manlaws, Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following Circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.&lt;br /&gt;(b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her Blouse.&lt;br /&gt;(c) After wrecking your boss's car.&lt;br /&gt;(d) When she is using her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Any man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of then birthday boy's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach ... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man While lifting weights: a) Yeah, Baby, Push it! b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder! c) Another set and we can hit the showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i. e., both urinating, both waiting In line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26: Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears up any confusion, The International Council of Manlaws, Ltd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-7018922519959796771?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7018922519959796771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=7018922519959796771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7018922519959796771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7018922519959796771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/laws-of-man.html' title='The Laws of Man'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5533381796160986759</id><published>2007-02-25T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:24:49.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age . .. . Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Old Age Hath yet it's virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5533381796160986759?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5533381796160986759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5533381796160986759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5533381796160986759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5533381796160986759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-age-wisdom.html' title='Old Age . .. . Wisdom'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4769566259370065614</id><published>2007-02-25T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:18:48.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A MOM?</title><content type='html'>JUST A MOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office&lt;br /&gt;was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I mean is," explained the recorder,&lt;br /&gt;"do you have a job or are you just a......?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"&lt;br /&gt;said the recorder emphatically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the&lt;br /&gt;same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,&lt;br /&gt;efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,&lt;br /&gt;"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your occupation?" she probed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me say it?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;The words simply popped out.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Research Associate in the field of&lt;br /&gt;Child Development and Human Relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and&lt;br /&gt;looked up as though she had not heard right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,&lt;br /&gt;in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,&lt;br /&gt;"just what you do in your field?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself reply,&lt;br /&gt;"I have a continuing program of research,&lt;br /&gt;[what mother doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;in the laboratory and in the field,&lt;br /&gt;(normally I would have said indoors and out).&lt;br /&gt;I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)&lt;br /&gt;and already have four credits (all daughters).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,&lt;br /&gt;(any mother care to disagree?)&lt;br /&gt;and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).&lt;br /&gt;But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the&lt;br /&gt;rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she&lt;br /&gt;completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,&lt;br /&gt;(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,&lt;br /&gt;testing out a new vocal pattern.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!&lt;br /&gt;And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and&lt;br /&gt;indispensable to mankind than&lt;br /&gt;"just another Mom."  Motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious career!&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there's a title on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;"Senior Research associates in the field of&lt;br /&gt;Child Development and Human Relations"&lt;br /&gt;and great grandmothers&lt;br /&gt;"Executive Senior Research Associates"?&lt;br /&gt;I think so!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also think it makes Aunts&lt;br /&gt;"Associate Research Assistants".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4769566259370065614?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4769566259370065614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4769566259370065614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4769566259370065614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4769566259370065614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-mom.html' title='JUST A MOM?'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-6211749292132950763</id><published>2007-02-23T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:26:31.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Top Sites to Check out</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;Welcome to My list of Top Sites&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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He  bragged that he had given his wife  orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them that the first day he didn't  see any results, but the next day  it was better. By the third day, his house was clean, the dishes were done, and he had a huge  dinner on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man, Bob, had married a Canadian girl. He boasted that he told her that her duties were to  keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed,  laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said  the first day he didn't see anything, the  second day he didn't see anything, but by the third  day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a  little out of his left eye - enough to fix himself a bite to  eat, load the dishwasher, and call a  landscaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless  Canadian Women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-8476273792242533?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8476273792242533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=8476273792242533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8476273792242533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8476273792242533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/three-men.html' title='Three Men'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-8077955722703638550</id><published>2007-02-21T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:33:07.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple HillBillies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two hillbillies are eating in a restaurant. Suddenly, a woman  at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real &lt;br /&gt;Distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, "Kin ya swallar?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The woman shakes her head no. "Kin ya breathe?" The woman  begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of  her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick  with his tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the  obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the  hillbilly walks slowly back to his table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His partner says, "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick  Maneuver', but I ain't niver seed nobody do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-8077955722703638550?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8077955722703638550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=8077955722703638550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8077955722703638550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/8077955722703638550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/couple-hillbillies.html' title='A couple HillBillies'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-1923983653254663465</id><published>2007-02-20T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:47:16.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife Support . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Dear  Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Last year  I upgraded from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Girlfriend  7.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;. I soon noticed that the new  program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and  valuable resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;installed itself into all other  programs and now monitors all other system activit ies, such  as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#a13f00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 63, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Poker  Night 10.3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(153, 204, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Football  5.0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00c200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 194, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Going  To The Pub 7.5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Softball  3.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I can't seem to  keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;in the background while attempting  to run my other favorite applications.  I'm thinking about going back  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Girlfriend  7.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;, but the uninstall doesn't work  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Please  help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Troubled  User.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;REPLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Dear Troubled  User:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;This is a very common problem that  men often complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people upgrade from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Girlfriend  7.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;, thinking that it is just a  Utilities and Entertainment program.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;OPERATING  SYSTEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; and is designed by its Creator to  run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;!!! It is  also impossible to delete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; and to return  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Girlfriend  7.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;.  It is impossible to uninstall,  or purge, the program files from the system once installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go  back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Girlfriend  7.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; is designed to not allow this.  Look in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; manual under&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 160, 0);"&gt; Warnings:  Alimony-Child Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;. I recommend that you  keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;and work on improving the  situation. I suggest installing the background application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Yes  Dear 2.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;to alleviate your program  problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best course of action is to enter the  command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#9f000f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(159, 0, 15); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;C:\APOLOGIZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;because ultimately you will have to  give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal  anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife 1.0 is a  great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance!  Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; does come with several support  programs, such as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00e0e0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 224, 224); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Clean  and Sweep 3.0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#80803f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(128, 128, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Cook  It 1.5,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Do  Bills 4.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;be very careful  how you use these programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;.  Improper use will cause the  system to launch the program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Nag  Nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;9.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;   Once  this happens, the only way to improve the performance of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Wife  1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; is to purchase additional  software. I recommend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Flowers  2.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 204, 255); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Diamonds  5.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;WARNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;DO  NOT, under any circumstances, install&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#e000e0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(224, 0, 224); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Secretary  With Short Skirt 3.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;. This application is not supported  by&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wife 1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and  will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;cause  irreversible damage to the operating system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Best of  luck,&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-1923983653254663465?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1923983653254663465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=1923983653254663465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/1923983653254663465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/1923983653254663465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/wife-support.html' title='Wife Support . . .'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4136079639896111081</id><published>2007-02-19T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:17:18.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older . . . better . . ..</title><content type='html'>For his wife’s birthday party, a doctor ordered a cake with this inscription:&lt;br /&gt; “You are not getting older, You are just getting better.”&lt;br /&gt;When asked how he wanted it arranged, he said, “Just put ‘You are not getting older’ at the top, and ‘You are just getting better’ at the bottom.”&lt;br /&gt; It wasn’t until the good doctor was ready to serve the cake that he discovered it read:&lt;br /&gt; “YOU ARE NOT GETTING OLDER AT THE TOP, YOU ARE JUST GETTING BETTER AT THE BOTTOM.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4136079639896111081?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4136079639896111081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4136079639896111081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4136079639896111081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4136079639896111081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/older-better.html' title='Older . . . better . . ..'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-7332928766749040012</id><published>2007-02-19T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:31:29.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for a swim . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprW3fV83I/AAAAAAAAABQ/SJAvUylISQM/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprW3fV83I/AAAAAAAAABQ/SJAvUylISQM/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033453574136656754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a graceful landing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-7332928766749040012?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7332928766749040012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=7332928766749040012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7332928766749040012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/7332928766749040012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-for-swim.html' title='Go for a swim . . .'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprW3fV83I/AAAAAAAAABQ/SJAvUylISQM/s72-c/image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-709358454801922877</id><published>2007-02-19T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:30:04.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another trip in a plane</title><content type='html'>Who really wants the window seat??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprInfV81I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuanoVfleRQ/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprInfV81I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuanoVfleRQ/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033453329323520850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-709358454801922877?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/709358454801922877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=709358454801922877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/709358454801922877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/709358454801922877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-another-trip-in-plane.html' title='Just another trip in a plane'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdprInfV81I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wuanoVfleRQ/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-9036207656469956967</id><published>2007-02-19T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:29:03.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you say .... . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdpqxHfV80I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WaoN7vWghk4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdpqxHfV80I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WaoN7vWghk4/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033452925596595010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new medium . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdpqkXfV8zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/47wMXGqXYgU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdpqkXfV8zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/47wMXGqXYgU/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033452706553262898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just why did we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury ourselves in the sand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-9036207656469956967?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9036207656469956967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=9036207656469956967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/9036207656469956967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/9036207656469956967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-would-you-say.html' title='What would you say .... . . .'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RdpqxHfV80I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WaoN7vWghk4/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-783579607714669923</id><published>2007-02-19T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:24:53.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future ????</title><content type='html'>There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer' 'S research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-783579607714669923?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/783579607714669923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=783579607714669923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/783579607714669923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/783579607714669923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/future.html' title='The future ????'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4147664390528212827</id><published>2007-02-19T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:24:16.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing a Wife</title><content type='html'>Choosing a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wanted to get married. He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first does a total make-over. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new make-up and buys several new outfits, and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the man was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he married the one with the biggest boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like that, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4147664390528212827?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4147664390528212827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4147664390528212827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4147664390528212827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4147664390528212827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/choosing-wife.html' title='Choosing a Wife'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5117722793827430455</id><published>2007-02-09T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:21:11.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey fun in Alberta</title><content type='html'>Check it out - Pond Hockey in Alberta - fun for the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.searchbigdaddy.com/view_video.php?viewkey=217686ba124d7356686c"&gt;http://video.searchbigdaddy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5117722793827430455?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5117722793827430455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5117722793827430455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5117722793827430455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5117722793827430455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/hockey-fun-in-alberta.html' title='Hockey fun in Alberta'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5523014458900366870</id><published>2007-02-09T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:04:45.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Captain a Woman?</title><content type='html'>Is the Captain a Woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airliner pushed back from the gate, the flight attendant gave the&lt;br /&gt;passengers the usual information regarding seat belts, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she said, "Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your&lt;br /&gt;captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to your destination." Ed&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, "Did I hear her&lt;br /&gt;right? Is the captain a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the attendants came by with the drink cart, he said "Did I&lt;br /&gt;understand you right? Is the captain a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the  attendant, "In fact, this entire crew is female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God," said  Ed, "I'd better have two scotch and sodas.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think with only women up there in the cockpit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's another thing sir," said the attendant, "We  no longer call it the&lt;br /&gt;cock pit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Box office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczlP8FA-AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1LaS2rVCATM/s1600-h/femalecaptain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczlP8FA-AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1LaS2rVCATM/s320/femalecaptain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029646945853962242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5523014458900366870?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5523014458900366870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5523014458900366870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5523014458900366870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5523014458900366870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-captain-woman.html' title='Is the Captain a Woman?'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczlP8FA-AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1LaS2rVCATM/s72-c/femalecaptain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-2529565693911065629</id><published>2007-02-09T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:03:35.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cell Phone Law</title><content type='html'>New Cell Phone Law&lt;br /&gt;According to a proposed new law that would go into effect Jan 1, 2007 you will no longer be able to use a cell phone while driving unless you have a "hands free" adapter. I went to Circuit City and they wanted $50 for a headset with a microphone for my cell phone. Having a friend in the cell phone business, I talked with him and was able to come up with an alternative, working through Office Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kits are compatible with any mobile phone and one size fits all. I paid him $0.08 each because he bought in quantity. Then we tried it with Motorola, Sprint, Verizon and Nokia units and they worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sample photo is attached so scroll down &amp; take a look and let me know if you want one. Also, forward this to anyone you know, who has a cell phone, and who may want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczhqcFA9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MdtaZkUoDVI/s1600-h/handsfreephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczhqcFA9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MdtaZkUoDVI/s320/handsfreephone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029643003073984498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you laughing. I thought you could use a laugh today. Pass it on and spread the smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-2529565693911065629?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2529565693911065629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=2529565693911065629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2529565693911065629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/2529565693911065629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-cell-phone-law.html' title='New Cell Phone Law'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/RczhqcFA9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MdtaZkUoDVI/s72-c/handsfreephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5306184084487690796</id><published>2007-02-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:56:38.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Coffee</title><content type='html'>Canadian Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Newfoundland woman 'of a certain age', visited her physician to ask &lt;br /&gt;his help in reviving her husband's sex drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about trying Viagra?", asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, doctor, I couldn't do dat," she said. "He won't even take an&lt;br /&gt;aspirin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a problem," replied the doctor. "Drop it into his coffee.  He&lt;br /&gt;won't even taste it.  Give it a try and call me in a week to let me&lt;br /&gt;know how things went".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a week later, that she called the doctor, who directly&lt;br /&gt;inquired as to the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor dear exclaimed,  "Oh jaysus Mary and Joseph, doctor,&lt;br /&gt;twas horrid. Just terrible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? What happened?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I did like you said and slipped it into his coffee.  Lard, de&lt;br /&gt;effect was almost immediate. He jumped hisself straight up, with a&lt;br /&gt;twinkle in his eye, and with his pants a-bulging something fierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one swoop of his arm he sent the cups and tablecloth flying,&lt;br /&gt;ripped me clothes to tatters and then, lard tunderin jaysus, didn't&lt;br /&gt;he take me right then and there, making wild, mad passionate love&lt;br /&gt;to me on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why so terrible?", asked the doctor. "Do you mean the sex was not&lt;br /&gt;good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no, Doctor. The sex was fine. Indeed, 'twas the best sex I&lt;br /&gt;had in 25 years.  But, I'll never be able to show me face in Tim&lt;br /&gt;Horton's ever again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5306184084487690796?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5306184084487690796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5306184084487690796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5306184084487690796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5306184084487690796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/canadian-coffee.html' title='Canadian Coffee'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-5358353984866719526</id><published>2007-02-09T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:59:13.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl Ads</title><content type='html'>When you find the time - these are two funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.aol.com/nfl/superbowlads"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sports.aol.com/nfl/superbowlads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-5358353984866719526?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sports.aol.com/nfl/superbowlads' title='SuperBowl Ads'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5358353984866719526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=5358353984866719526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5358353984866719526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/5358353984866719526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/superbowl-ads.html' title='SuperBowl Ads'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4577325813113432553</id><published>2007-02-09T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:45:18.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde's year in review</title><content type='html'>A Blonde's year in review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Took scarf back to store...too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels...Helllooo.. bottles won't fit in the typewriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Got really excited.. finished jigsaw in 6 months...said 2-4 years on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - Trapped on escalator for hours during a power cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - Tried to make Kool-Aid...wrong instructions, 8 cups of water won't  fit into those little packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - Tried to go waterskiing, couldn't find a lake with a slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Lost breast stroke race...found out later other swimmers cheated, they used their arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - Got locked out of my car in rain storm! Car swamped because the soft-top was open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - The capital of California is a "C" .. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - Hate M&amp;M's ..they are so hard to peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Baked turkey for 4? days...Instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - Couldn't call 911... "duh"...there's no "eleven" button on the stupid phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHAT A YEAR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4577325813113432553?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4577325813113432553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4577325813113432553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4577325813113432553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4577325813113432553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/blondes-year-in-review.html' title='A Blonde&apos;s year in review'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4579238220000482727</id><published>2007-02-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:36:47.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute</title><content type='html'>BOBBIE (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister.&lt;br /&gt; After a while he asked: "Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and&lt;br /&gt; One for cold milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she Was&lt;br /&gt; so old she didn't remember anymore. Me lanie said, "If you don't&lt;br /&gt; Remember you just look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to Six."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom goodnight. "I love you so much&lt;br /&gt; That when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a painkiller. She tried in&lt;br /&gt; Vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom&lt;br /&gt; Explained it was a childproof cap and she'd have to open it for her.&lt;br /&gt; Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's Me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please Don't&lt;br /&gt; give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Di (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: "How much do I&lt;br /&gt; Cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and&lt;br /&gt; Kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his&lt;br /&gt; Dad : "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked&lt;br /&gt; What was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll happen with&lt;br /&gt; This bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: "The man&lt;br /&gt; Named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his&lt;br /&gt; Wife looked back and was turned to salt. Concerned, James asked: "What&lt;br /&gt; Happened to the flea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather&lt;br /&gt; Wrinkled woman her Mom knew.Tammy looked at her for a while and then&lt;br /&gt; Asked, "Why doesn't your skin fit your face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Sermon this Mom will never forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven And a&lt;br /&gt; rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but Dust."&lt;br /&gt; He would have continued but, at that moment, my very obedient daughter&lt;br /&gt; (who was listening!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her&lt;br /&gt; Shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4579238220000482727?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4579238220000482727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4579238220000482727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4579238220000482727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4579238220000482727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-cute.html' title='Too cute'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-3238175495127773571</id><published>2007-02-06T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:36:47.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Mom</title><content type='html'>This one I really like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY MOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 7-year-old hockey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;players aside and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?" The little boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nodded in the affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand that what matters is not whether we win or lose, but how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we play together as a team?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So," the coach continued, "I'm sure you know, when a penalty is called, you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't argue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse, attack the referee, or call him a pecker-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand all that?" Again the little boy nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "And when I call you off the ice so that another boy gets a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chance to play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not good sportsmanship to call your coach a dumb asshole', is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the little boy nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good," said the coach. "Now go over there and explain all that to your &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-3238175495127773571?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3238175495127773571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=3238175495127773571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/3238175495127773571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/3238175495127773571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/hockey-mom.html' title='Hockey Mom'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-4500360286220725460</id><published>2007-02-06T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:35:47.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between Guys and Gals</title><content type='html'>Difference Between Women And Men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NAMES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as &lt;br /&gt; Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EATING OUT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom will each throw in a $20 , even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the women get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MONEY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need, but it's on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BATHROOMS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor,  a bar of soap, and a towel from the Marriott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ARGUMENTS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that... is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.CATS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FUTURE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SUCCESS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MARRIAGE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change , and she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 DRESSING UP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 NATURAL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. OFFSPRING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 THOUGHT FOR THE DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, jack asses, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relatives of yours?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-4500360286220725460?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4500360286220725460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=4500360286220725460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4500360286220725460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/4500360286220725460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2007/02/difference-between-guys-and-gals.html' title='Difference between Guys and Gals'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116190336386890974</id><published>2006-10-26T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:30.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That ol' Joke</title><content type='html'>Man shows up at the pearly gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sees this guy  . . in a Pin Stripe Suit . . Briefcase . . . Smoking a cigar . . . prancing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says to St. Peter, "Who's That Guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter replies, "It's just God . . . thinks he's Denny Crane!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you actually met God some Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . Take him Fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . and he would probably want to wrestle me for Shirley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from a classic episode of Boston Legal - the final scene on the balcony between Denny and Alan Shore as they have a drink and smoke cigars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116190336386890974?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116190336386890974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116190336386890974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116190336386890974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116190336386890974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/that-ol-joke.html' title='That ol&apos; Joke'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116161546353758326</id><published>2006-10-23T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:30.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Walk Among US!!</title><content type='html'>Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge,&lt;br /&gt;he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: "Free to good&lt;br /&gt;home. You want it, you take it." For three days the fridge sat there&lt;br /&gt;without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were too un-trusting of this deal. It looked to good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;so he changed the sign to read: "Fridge for sale $50." The next day&lt;br /&gt;someone stole it.&lt;br /&gt;Caution... They Walk Among Us!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent which&lt;br /&gt;direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the sun waking&lt;br /&gt;him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my&lt;br /&gt;brother explained that the sun rises in the east, and has for sometime, she&lt;br /&gt;shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that stuff."&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center. One day I&lt;br /&gt;got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call center was open.&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "The number you dialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."&lt;br /&gt;He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end the call&lt;br /&gt;quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific" .&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we overheard&lt;br /&gt;one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn she got on&lt;br /&gt;her weekend drive to the shore. She drove down in a convertible, but&lt;br /&gt;"didn't think she'd get sunburned because the car was moving". .&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car it's designed to cut through a&lt;br /&gt;seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk...&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were on a beer run and noticed that the cases were&lt;br /&gt;discounted 10%. Since it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The&lt;br /&gt;cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount....&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with a friend when we saw a woman with a nose ring&lt;br /&gt;attached to an earring by a chain. My friend said, "Wouldn't the chain rip&lt;br /&gt;out every time she turned her head?" I explained that a person's nose and&lt;br /&gt;ear remain the same distance apart no matter which way the head is turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area. So I went to the&lt;br /&gt;lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed&lt;br /&gt;up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional&lt;br /&gt;and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me, "has your plane arrived yet?"...&lt;br /&gt;They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;While working at a pizza parlor I observed a man ordering a small pizza to&lt;br /&gt;go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like it cut&lt;br /&gt;into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before responding.&lt;br /&gt;Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat 6 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, They Walk Among Us, too.!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk among us, AND reproduce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116161546353758326?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116161546353758326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116161546353758326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116161546353758326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116161546353758326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-walk-among-us.html' title='They Walk Among US!!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116152885399850806</id><published>2006-10-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:30.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driving in  a car at a constant speed. On your left side is a valley&lt;br /&gt;and on your right  side is a fire engine traveling at the same speed as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of you  is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and&lt;br /&gt;you cannot  overtake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both  the giant pig and the helicopter are also traveling at the same  speed&lt;br /&gt;as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must you do to safely get out of this highly  dangerous situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCROLL  DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get  off the children's Merry-Go-Round, you have had one too many drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116152885399850806?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116152885399850806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116152885399850806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116152885399850806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116152885399850806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-adventure.html' title='What an adventure'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116152875633317924</id><published>2006-10-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;When God created  the dog, He said: "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who  comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;The  dog said: "That's a long time to be barking.  How about only ten years and I'll  give you back the other ten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;So  God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 10pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Next,  God created the monkey and said: "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them  laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span." The monkey said:  "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about  I give you back ten like the Dog did?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 24pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  God agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 24pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God  then created the cow and said: "You must go into the field with the farmer all  day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the  farmer's family.  For this, I will give you a life span of sixty  years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 24pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How  about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 24pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  God agreed again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 24pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  God created man and said :  "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For  this, I'll give you twenty years." But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you  possibly give me my twenty,  the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey  gave back, and the ten the dog  gave back; that makes eighty, okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why the first  twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years  we slave in the sun to support our family.  For the next ten years we do monkey  tricks to entertain the grand-children. And for the last ten years we sit on the  front porch and bark at everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff" family="SANSSERIF" pt    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#4141ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0%; font-size: 13.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(65, 65, 255); font-family: Arial;"&gt;How  true!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116152875633317924?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116152875633317924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116152875633317924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116152875633317924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116152875633317924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116111671072002101</id><published>2006-10-17T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:29.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>So, it's your first kiss and several questions might come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Is it the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Is anyone watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Does your partner even want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Is your breath fresh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And... Should you use some tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Then you lean in and just go for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/3174/1600/pigkisskid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/977/3174/320/pigkisskid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116111671072002101?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116111671072002101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116111671072002101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116111671072002101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116111671072002101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116050985956988247</id><published>2006-10-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:29.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of the Household!</title><content type='html'>When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise, God appeared And said, "I want the men to make two lines. One line for the men who were True heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were Dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St. Peter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the women were gone, and there were two lines of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line of the men who were dominated by their wives was 100 miles long, And in the line of men who truly were heads of their household, there was Only one man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "You men should be ashamed of yourselves, I created you to be the Head of your household! You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled Your purpose! Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God turned to the one man, "How did you manage to be the only one in this Line?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "My wife told me to stand here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116050985956988247?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116050985956988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116050985956988247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116050985956988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116050985956988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/head-of-household.html' title='Head of the Household!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-116014955829228156</id><published>2006-10-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have some Fun each DAY!</title><content type='html'>I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5&lt;br /&gt;minutes. When I came out there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking&lt;br /&gt;ticket. So I went up to him and said, "Come on, buddy, how about giving&lt;br /&gt;me a break?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a&lt;br /&gt;pencil-necked dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glared at me and started writing another ticket for worn tires! So I&lt;br /&gt;asked him if he'd been a bully when he was a little kid, too. He&lt;br /&gt;finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he&lt;br /&gt;started writing a third ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about 20 minutes... the more I abused him, the more&lt;br /&gt;tickets he wrote. I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;I try to have a little fun each day. It's important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-116014955829228156?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/116014955829228156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=116014955829228156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116014955829228156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/116014955829228156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-some-fun-each-day.html' title='Have some Fun each DAY!'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115903508263585910</id><published>2006-09-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:29.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife wants to cut the grass</title><content type='html'>Lawnmower Repair  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me&lt;br /&gt;that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to&lt;br /&gt;take care of first, the truck, the car, fishing, always something more&lt;br /&gt;important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,&lt;br /&gt;busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched&lt;br /&gt;silently for a short time and then went into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you might as&lt;br /&gt;well sweep the sidewalk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors say I will walk again, but will always have a limp.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the&lt;br /&gt;other is a husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115903508263585910?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115903508263585910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115903508263585910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115903508263585910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115903508263585910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/wife-wants-to-cut-grass.html' title='Wife wants to cut the grass'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115867857838401359</id><published>2006-09-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:28.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Chilli</title><content type='html'>THIS IS SOME KIND OF CHILLI CONTEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Please take time to read this slowly.  If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is.  They actually have a Chilli Cook off about the time the Rodeo comes to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome.  The notes are from an inexperienced Chilli taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank: "Recently, I was honoured to be selected as a judge at a chilli cook-off.  The third judge called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in.  I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chilli wouldn't be all that spicy and besides they told me I could have all the free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the scorecards from the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli #1 (Mike's Manic Mobster Monster Chilli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge #1 - A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #2 -Nice, smooth tomato flavour.  Very mild.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #3 - (Frank) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff?  You could remove dried paint from your driveway. It took me two beers to put the flames out.  I hope that's the worst one, these Texans are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 2 (Arthur's Afterburner Chilli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge #1 - Smoky, with a hint of pork.  Slight jalapeno tang.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #2 - Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #3 - (Frank) Keep this out of the reach of children.  I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain.  I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich manoeuvre.  They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 3 (Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chilli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge #1 - Excellent firehouse chilli.  Great kick.  Needs more beans.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #2 - A bean less chilli, a bit salty, good use of peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #3 - (Frank) Call the EPA.  I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano.  Everybody knows the routine by now.  Get me some more beer before I ignite.  Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest.  I'm getting shit-faced from all the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 4 (Bubba's Black Magic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 - Black bean chilli with almost no spice.  Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 - Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chilli.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 - I felt something scrape across my tongue, but was unable to taste it.  Is it possible to burn out taste buds?  Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills.  That 300-lb lady is starting to look HOT.just like this nuclear waste I'm eating!  Is chilli an aphrodisiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 5 (Linda's Legal Lip Remover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 - Meaty, strong chilli.  Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick.  Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 - Chilli using shredded beef, could use more tomato.  Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 - My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes.  I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics.  The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage.  Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher.  I wonder if I'm burning my lips off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff those rednecks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 6 (Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 - Thin, yet bold vegetarian variety chilli.  Good balance of spices and peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 - The best yet.  Aggressive use of peppers, onions and garlic. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 - I shat myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally.  She must be kinkier than I thought.  Can't feel my lips any more.  I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 7 (Susan's Screaming Sensation Chilli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 - A mediocre chilli with too much reliance on canned peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 - Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chilli peppers at the last moment.  I should note that I am worried about Judge # 3.  He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #3 - (Frank). You could place a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing.  I've lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water.  My shirt is covered with chilli, which slid out of my mouth.  My pants are full of lava-like stuff which matches my shirt.  At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me.  I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sod it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway.  If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the four inch hole in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli # 8 (Tommy's Toe-nail Curling Chilli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 - The perfect ending, this is a nice blended chilli.  Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -This final entry is a good, balanced chilli.  Neither mild nor hot.  Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chilli pot down on top of himself.  Not sure if he's going to make it.  Poor Dude, wonder how he'd have reacted to a really hot chilli?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115867857838401359?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115867857838401359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115867857838401359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115867857838401359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115867857838401359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/texas-chilli.html' title='Texas Chilli'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115834753750021675</id><published>2006-09-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:28.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>Here are a few riddles to test your IQ.  My 10 year old told them to me, but I remember hearing them years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a rooster is sitting on the top of a house - right at the peak, in the center.  If the house is facing North, the Rooster is facing backwards (that would be south right) and lays an egg - which way would the egg roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a plane is flying from Vancouver to Toronto.  As it goes over the Rockies it is struck by lightening.  The first motor sputters and dies.  It flies a little further until the second motor sputters and dies.  By this time it is close to the Alberta/Saskatchewan border. It crash lands exactly on the border.  Which province would you bury the survivors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sitting down at a computer - pretend you are driving a car around a winding mountain road.  At a tight corner the car crashes through the guard rail.  The car lands on the top of a tree on the side of the mountain.  It sits there for a couple seconds before  breaking the tree and careening into the river below.  Fortuneately the river is deep and the water breaks the fall.  The car floats down stream, into a town and lands on the bank of the river where the lucky survivor rolls out of the wet car.  What color is the survivors socks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look until you have read and answered all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are peaking . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you must look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will groan and say you should know these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you will remember them from when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Roosters don't lay eggs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Survivors are not buried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - look at your socks!!! - what color are they - that is the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115834753750021675?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115834753750021675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115834753750021675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115834753750021675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115834753750021675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115834695689411392</id><published>2006-09-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:28.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the House</title><content type='html'>The husband had just finished reading the book, 'MAN OF THE HOUSE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing a finger in her face, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, &lt;br /&gt;and my word is law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm &lt;br /&gt;finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert&lt;br /&gt;afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after dinner, you are going to draw me my bath so &lt;br /&gt;I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm finished with my&lt;br /&gt;bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied, "The funeral director would be my guess."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115834695689411392?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115834695689411392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115834695689411392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115834695689411392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115834695689411392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/man-of-house.html' title='Man of the House'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115812850465532016</id><published>2006-09-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:28.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>One morning on a lake in Idaho, the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors and continues to read her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, ma'am. What are you doing?" "Reading a book," she replies. (Thinking isn't that obvious?) "You're in a restricted fishing area," he informed her. "I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman. "But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden. "That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It is likely she can also think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115812850465532016?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115812850465532016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115812850465532016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115812850465532016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115812850465532016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115807623166279330</id><published>2006-09-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:28.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivors</title><content type='html'>Food For Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants &amp; children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was able to reach us all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were O.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU are one of them . . . CONGRATULATIONS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at it, show it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115807623166279330?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115807623166279330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115807623166279330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115807623166279330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115807623166279330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/survivors.html' title='Survivors'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115807615133392061</id><published>2006-09-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Diet</title><content type='html'>After starting a new diet I altered my drive to work to avoid&lt;br /&gt;passing my favorite bakery.   I accidentally drove by the bakery this &lt;br /&gt;morning and as I approached, there in the window were a host of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this was no accident, so I prayed  "Lord, it's up to you, if &lt;br /&gt;you want me to have any of those delicious goodies, create a parking &lt;br /&gt;place for me directly in front of the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, on the eighth time around the block, there it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115807615133392061?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115807615133392061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115807615133392061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115807615133392061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115807615133392061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/parking-diet.html' title='Parking Diet'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115799097767448976</id><published>2006-09-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:27.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aircraft Wreckage</title><content type='html'>Read the story first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know my ex-wife. She had started taking flying lessons&lt;br /&gt;about the time our divorce started (1975) and she got her license &lt;br /&gt;shortly before our divorce was final,later that same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, she narrowly escaped injury in the aircraft she &lt;br /&gt;was piloting when she was forced to make an emergency landing in &lt;br /&gt;Southern Alberta because of bad weather. Some could call it a crash; &lt;br /&gt;an accident at the least. Our kids were with me at the Beach House &lt;br /&gt;this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Transportation Safety Board officials have issued a &lt;br /&gt;preliminary determination citing pilot error contributed to the &lt;br /&gt;accident, and Judy was flying a single engine aircraft (a basic model,&lt;br /&gt;at best) in IFR (instrument flight rating) conditions while only &lt;br /&gt;having obtained a VFR (visual flight&lt;br /&gt;rating) rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of a post-crash fire was likely due to insufficient fuel&lt;br /&gt;on board. No one on the ground was injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph in the attached link below was taken at the scene shows&lt;br /&gt;the extent of damage to her aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She was very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zedbiz.com/images/aircraftwreck.jpg" target="blank"&gt;AIRCRAFT DISASTER link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115799097767448976?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115799097767448976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115799097767448976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115799097767448976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115799097767448976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/aircraft-wreckage.html' title='Aircraft Wreckage'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115799063671076561</id><published>2006-09-11T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:27.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephants Memory</title><content type='html'>This is touching... make sure you read to the end!!   &lt;br /&gt; While on holiday in Kenya and walking through the bush, a man came across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.  The elephant seemed distressed so the man approached very carefully.  He got down on one knee and inspected the bottom of the elephant's foot, only to find a large thorn deeply embedded.   As carefully and as gently as he could, he removed the thorn and the  elephant very gingerly put its foot down. The elephant turned to face the man and, with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For a good ten minutes, the man stood frozen - thinking of nothing else but being trampled.   Eventually the elephant turned and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;For years after, the man often remembered and pondered the events of that day...   One day, the man was walking through the zoo with his son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the elephants turned and walked over to where they were standing at the rail.   It stared at him and the man couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.   He climbed tentatively over the railing and made his way into the enclosure.   He walked right up to the elephant and stared back at it in wonder.   Suddenly, the elephant wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs, picked him up and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing, instantly killing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Probably wasn't the same elephant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115799063671076561?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115799063671076561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115799063671076561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115799063671076561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115799063671076561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/elephants-memory.html' title='Elephants Memory'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34220351.post-115798938594696353</id><published>2006-09-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:21:27.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we work too hard.  We all need a little fun in out life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am making this Blog for all those jokes that come my way.  For all those neat websites I find.  For any great game sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bookmark us now, as this is your quick stop for lightening up your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34220351-115798938594696353?l=zedfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/feeds/115798938594696353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34220351&amp;postID=115798938594696353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115798938594696353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34220351/posts/default/115798938594696353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zedfun.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and Games'/><author><name>Jackz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15506391591829495255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC86Q_1kYgc/SnDFCUP5s_I/AAAAAAAAACE/EYv2SMFWC9M/S220/jackz-usd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
