<?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-1549588879240384404</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:30:02.098-08:00</updated><category term='americans'/><category term='died and went to heaven'/><category term='mohammed'/><category term='animals'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='rental'/><category term='programmer humor'/><category term='engineer'/><category term='religious-humor'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='sitcoms'/><category term='comics'/><category term='lists'/><category term='death'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='birth'/><category term='bush humor'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='what do you get'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='urban legend'/><category term='zodiac'/><category term='estrogen'/><category term='cheating husbands'/><category term='xkcd'/><category term='fashion humor'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='silly blondes'/><category term='native american'/><category term='email jokes'/><category term='genitals'/><category term='taglines'/><category term='excerpts'/><category term='chimps'/><category term='xkcdb.com'/><category term='job humor'/><category term='science'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='women'/><category term='relatiionships'/><category term='personal'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='politics'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='government'/><category term='geek humor'/><category term='geek'/><category term='odd-news'/><category term='apes'/><category term='computers'/><category term='men vs women'/><category term='diet'/><category term='fake news'/><category term='wikipedia'/><category term='blonde jokes'/><category term='bizzare facts'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='religious humor'/><category term='landlord'/><category term='genii'/><category term='sex humor'/><category term='odd'/><category term='religion'/><category term='webcomics'/><category term='sexual'/><category term='men'/><category term='primates'/><category term='fairy tale'/><category term='puns'/><category term='health'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='management'/><category term='sexist'/><category term='money'/><category term='political humor'/><title type='text'>It Is To Laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6162531943525944396</id><published>2010-04-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:40:03.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americans'/><title type='text'>Americans Always Do It Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An American soldier, serving in World War II, had just returned from  several weeks of intense action on the German front lines. He had  finally been granted R&amp;amp;R and was on a train bound for London. The  train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train,  looking for an empty seat. The only unoccupied seat was directly  adjacent to a well dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her  little dog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The war weary soldier asked, “Please, ma’am, may I sit in that seat?”  The English woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and  said, “You Americans. You are such a rude class of people. Can’t you see  my Little Fifi is using that seat?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but  after another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again  facing the woman with the dog. Again he asked, “Please, lady. May I sit  there? I’m very tired.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The English woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, “You Americans! Not  only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The soldier didn’t say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the  little dog, tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the  empty seat. The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone  defend her and chastise the soldier.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke up, “You know,  sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing.  You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the  wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you’ve thrown the wrong bitch out  the window.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6162531943525944396?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6162531943525944396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6162531943525944396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6162531943525944396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6162531943525944396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2010/04/americans-always-do-it-wrong.html' title='Americans Always Do It Wrong'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6743304740477802014</id><published>2009-01-29T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:48:00.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Good Joke from Plurk</title><content type='html'>A man wants to get married, but can't choose between 3 lovely women. He gives each woman $5000 and watches to see what they do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st gets a total makeover. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new makeup, buys new outfits &amp;amp; dresses up very nicely. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much. The man is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she's spent all the money on him because she loves him so much. Again, the man is impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd invests the money. She earns several times the original amount. She gives back his $5,000 and reinvests the rest in a joint account.She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much. Obviously, the man is 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. Then......... he married the one with the biggest tits. 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/1549588879240384404-6743304740477802014?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6743304740477802014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6743304740477802014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6743304740477802014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6743304740477802014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-joke-from-plurk.html' title='Good Joke from Plurk'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2737921315388241472</id><published>2009-01-21T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:40:00.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, 'What's on TV?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Dust.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, she can order for herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy ****. That must be my husband!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2737921315388241472?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2737921315388241472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2737921315388241472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2737921315388241472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2737921315388241472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-typeof-yahoo-undefined-var-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5980338109076516700</id><published>2009-01-09T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:01:28.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oil Change instructions for Women :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches    3000 miles since the last oil change. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink a cup of coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money spent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;Oil Change: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;Total: $21.00&lt;/ol&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil Change instructions for Men :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, write a check for $50.00.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer, write a check for $20, drive home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open a beer and drink it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find jack stands under kid's pedal car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In frustration, open another beer and drink it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place drain pan under engine..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look for 9/16 box end wrench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up and use crescent wrench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unscrew drain plug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have another beer while watching oil drain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember drain plug from step 11.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill. Drink beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. lip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin cussing fit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw stupid crescent wrench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lower car from jack stands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Test drive car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car gets impounded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call loving wife, make bail..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 hours later, get car from impound yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Money spent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;Parts: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;DUI: $2500.00&lt;br /&gt;Impound fee: $75.00&lt;br /&gt;Bail: $1500.00&lt;br /&gt;Beer: $20.00&lt;br /&gt;Total: $4,145.00&lt;/ol&gt;But you know the job was done right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5980338109076516700?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5980338109076516700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5980338109076516700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5980338109076516700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5980338109076516700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2009/01/oil-change-instructions-for-women-pull.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2694703033227383548</id><published>2008-12-05T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:35:46.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Long is the Best Revenge?</title><content type='html'>Toward the end of Sunday service, the Minister asked, 'How many of you have forgiven your enemies?' 80% held up their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one small elderly lady. 'Mrs. Neely?'&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;'Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?' I don't have any.' She replied, smiling sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual. How old are you?' 'Ninety-eight.' she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front &amp;amp; tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years &amp;amp; not have an enemy in the world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, 'I outlived the bitches.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2694703033227383548?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2694703033227383548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2694703033227383548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2694703033227383548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2694703033227383548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-long-is-best-revenge.html' title='Living Long is the Best Revenge?'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2232340656441637384</id><published>2008-12-04T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:55:06.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>New Heavy Metal</title><content type='html'>Research has led to discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neuron, 25 assistant neurons, 88 deputy neurons and 198 assistant deputy neurons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.  Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact.  A minute amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that normally takes less than a second to take as long as 4 years to complete.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2-6 years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neurons and deputy neurons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization causes more morons to become neurons, forming isodopes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, which has half as many peons but twice the number of morons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This should explain many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2232340656441637384?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2232340656441637384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2232340656441637384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2232340656441637384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2232340656441637384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-heavy-metal.html' title='New Heavy Metal'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1540428925309783514</id><published>2008-12-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:35:23.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Diet Humor</title><content type='html'>The Pasta Diet and Your Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN PASTA DIET -- IT REALLY WORKS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. You walk pasta da bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2... You walka pasta da candy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. You walka pasta da Ice Cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. You walka pasta da table and fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than the English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1540428925309783514?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1540428925309783514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1540428925309783514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1540428925309783514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1540428925309783514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/12/diet-humor.html' title='Diet Humor'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-9146568067591581694</id><published>2008-11-20T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:48:18.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Did The Chicken Cross the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MC CAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH PALIN: BECAUSE, PRAISE JESUS, I WAS GONNA SHOOT HIS SORRY LIBERAL ASS OFF FOR BLOCKING MY VIEW OF RUSSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of crossing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL GORE: I invented the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the  Farmers Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-9146568067591581694?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/9146568067591581694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=9146568067591581694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9146568067591581694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9146568067591581694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did The Chicken Cross the Road'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1189720939288881393</id><published>2008-11-13T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:04:45.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bizzare facts'/><title type='text'>Just in case you need more proof that we live in a crazy world . . .</title><content type='html'>In Lebanon, men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like THAT makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bahrain, a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do they look different reversed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse. This also applies to undertakers. The organs of the deceased must be covered with a brick or piece of wood at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A brick??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...so they'll never know they went blind?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside and deflower young virgins, who pay them for the privilege of having sex for the first time... Reason: Under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's just think for a minute; is there any job anywhere else in the world that even comes close to this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands. The husband's lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now this is justice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England - but only in tropical fish stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cali, Colombia, a woman may only have sex with her husband, and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Makes one shudder at the thought.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Santa Cruz, Bolivia, it is illegal for a man to have sex with a woman and her daughter at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maryland, it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with one exception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only "in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is this a great country or what? Not as great as Guam!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who volunteers for this stuff?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is that why Flipper was always smiling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hummm....I won't touch THAT one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From drinking little bottles of...? Wonder how much the the govt. paid for this relevant bit of research??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, geez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish don't have brains.&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that, too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1189720939288881393?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1189720939288881393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1189720939288881393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1189720939288881393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1189720939288881393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-in-case-you-need-more-proof-that.html' title='Just in case you need more proof that we live in a crazy world . . .'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6178857267418817225</id><published>2008-10-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:04:06.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>DUCK!</title><content type='html'>Three  women die together in an accident and go to heaven. When  they get there, St. Peter says, &lt;br /&gt; 'We only have one rule here in  heaven: Don't  step on the ducks!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they enter heaven, and sure enough,there are ducks all over the place. It is  almost impossible not to step on a duck,and although they try their best  to avoid them,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first woman accidentally steps on one. Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw. St.  Peter chains them together and says,  'Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to &lt;br /&gt;Spend  eternity chained to this ugly man!'  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The  next day, the second woman steps accidentally on a duck And along comes St. Peter, who doesn't miss a thing.  With him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third woman has observed all this and, not  wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very,VERY careful where she  steps. She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks,  but one day St.Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on ... Very tall, long eyelashes, muscular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter chains them together without saying a word. The happy woman says, 'I wonder what I did to deserve being  Chained to you for all of eternity?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'I don't know about you, but I stepped on a Duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6178857267418817225?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6178857267418817225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6178857267418817225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6178857267418817225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6178857267418817225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/10/duck.html' title='DUCK!'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2214442982089709603</id><published>2008-10-20T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:26:37.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was  71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2214442982089709603?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2214442982089709603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2214442982089709603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2214442982089709603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2214442982089709603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2243888664643817766</id><published>2008-09-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:03:23.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genitals'/><title type='text'>Titties and Willies</title><content type='html'>Found this on one of my social networks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family is at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman's boobs are like melons, round and firm.  In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onions?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you see them and they make you cry. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter said, "Mom, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.  After his 50s, it is like a Christmas tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Christmas tree? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes --- dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2243888664643817766?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2243888664643817766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2243888664643817766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2243888664643817766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2243888664643817766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/09/titties-and-willies.html' title='Titties and Willies'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-9018699232270689243</id><published>2008-09-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:37:02.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job humor'/><title type='text'>Performance Evaluations</title><content type='html'>For everyone who has ever had an evaluation or performance review just remember, it could have been worse. These are actual quotes taken from United States Federal Government employee performance evaluations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Since my last report, this employee has reached rock-bottom and has started to dig."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I would not allow this employee to breed."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This employee is really not so much of a has-been, but more of definite won't be."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Works well when under constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When she opens her mouth, it seems that it is only to change feet."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This young lady has delusions of adequacy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This employee is depriving a village somewhere of its idiot."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This employee should go far,  and the sooner he starts, the better."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Got a full 6-pack, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He doesn't have ulcers, but he's a carrier."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He's been working with glue too much."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He would argue with a signpost."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He brings a lot of joy whenever he leaves the room."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you see two people talking and one looks bored, he's the other one."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"He's got two brain cells, one is lost and the other is out looking for it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you give him a penny for his thoughts, you'd get change."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the ocean."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's hard to believe he beat out 1,000,000 other sperm."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Some drink from the fountain of knowledge; he only gargled."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Takes him 2 hours to watch '60-minutes'."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-9018699232270689243?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/9018699232270689243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=9018699232270689243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9018699232270689243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9018699232270689243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance-evaluations.html' title='Performance Evaluations'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5205558510886216835</id><published>2008-08-28T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:47:49.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>How To Call the Police When You Are Old</title><content type='html'>George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was  going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the  garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back  door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed  stealing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your  house?" He said, "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and  stealing from me. Then the police dispatcher said, "All patrols are busy. You  should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is  available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30.  Then he phoned the police again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I just called you a few  seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you  don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung  up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter,  two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips'  residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. One of the Policemen said to  George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, "I  thought you said there was nobody available!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT! Don't mess with  old people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5205558510886216835?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5205558510886216835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5205558510886216835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5205558510886216835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5205558510886216835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-call-police-when-you-are-old.html' title='How To Call the Police When You Are Old'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7630118451891904990</id><published>2008-08-27T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:36:11.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xkcdb.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>No Good Email Jokes For a While</title><content type='html'>So I'm posting this conversation from &lt;a href="http://www.xkcdb.com/?2341"&gt;xkcdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;plonk: hi&lt;br /&gt;wryterra: Greetings and salutations.&lt;br /&gt;plonk: buttercups and cogwheels!&lt;br /&gt;wryterra: butterdishes and cheese wheels!&lt;br /&gt;plonk: cheese plates and flywheels!&lt;br /&gt;wryterra: commemorative plates and alloy wheels!&lt;br /&gt;plonk: franklin mints and doublemint!&lt;br /&gt;wryterra: Stephen Franklin and soft mints!&lt;br /&gt;plonk: Benjamin Franklin and mint-condition Liberty Bells!&lt;br /&gt;plonk: if a lady teleported into your room, wearing nothing but strategically but improbably placed gold chains, would your first instinct be to put your tongue in her vagina?&lt;br /&gt;plonk: because if so, this video i'm watching makes more sense than i give it credit for&lt;br /&gt;wryterra: Wow.... talk about train of thought derailment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7630118451891904990?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7630118451891904990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7630118451891904990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7630118451891904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7630118451891904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-good-email-jokes-for-while.html' title='No Good Email Jokes For a While'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3018337737567381344</id><published>2008-08-19T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:23:59.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Email Punnishment for Today</title><content type='html'>Subject: TOP 10 PUNS !!!   The ability to make and understand puns is the Highest Level of Language Development. Here are the top 10 winners  in the International Pun Contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The Stewardess looks at him and says, 'I'm sorry sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, 'Dam!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Not surprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, 'I've lost my electron.' The other says, 'Are you sure?' The first replies, 'Yes, I'm positive.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. 'But why? They asked, as they moved off. 'Because,' he said, 'I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named 'Ahmal.'  The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him 'Juan.' Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture,  she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal.  Her husband responds, 'They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds.  Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close.  They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town, to 'persuade' them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that only Hugh can prevent florist friars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (Oh, man, this is SO BAD, its good) a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the Puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3018337737567381344?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3018337737567381344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3018337737567381344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3018337737567381344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3018337737567381344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/email-punnishment-for-today.html' title='Email Punnishment for Today'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1841509712050787335</id><published>2008-08-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:38:02.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmer humor'/><title type='text'>Jesus vs Satan: programming</title><content type='html'>Jesus and Satan were having a discussion as to who is the better programmer.  This goes on for a few hours until they come to an agreement to hold a contest, with God as the judge.  They sit themselves at their computers and begin. They type furiously, lines of code streaming up the screen, for several hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds before the end of the competition, a bolt of  lightning strikes, taking out the electricity. Moments later, the power is restored, and God announces that the contest is over.  He asks Satan to show what he has come up with.  Satan is visibly upset, and cries, “I have nothing.  I lost it all when the power went out.”  “Very well, then,” says God, “Jesus, show me the results of all your typing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus enters a command, and the screen comes to life in full color,  a YouTube video begins playing and you could see and hear the voices of an angelic choir from the surround sound speakers.  Satan is completely astonished.  He stutters, “B-b-but how? I lost everything, yet Jesus’ program is intact.  How did he do it?”  God smiled all-knowingly and said, “Jesus saves.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1841509712050787335?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1841509712050787335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1841509712050787335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1841509712050787335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1841509712050787335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesus-vs-satan-programming.html' title='Jesus vs Satan: programming'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2308313753757040036</id><published>2008-08-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:17:24.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Oh those poor blondes......(*_*)</title><content type='html'>The other day my neighbor, who is blond, came running up to me in the driveway just jumping for joy! I didn't know why she was jumping for joy but I thought, what the heck, and I starting jumping up and down along with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I have some really great news!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Great. Tell me why you're so happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped jumping and, breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me that she was pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that she had been trying for a while so I told her, "That's Great! I couldn't be happier for  you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "There's more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked," What do you mean 'more'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well, we are not having just one baby. We are go ing to have TWINS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at how she could know so soon after getting pregnant, I asked her how she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said.... (You're going to love this!) "Well, that was the easy part. I went to Wal-Mart and they actually had a home pregnancy kit in a twin-pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both tests came out positive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own real life experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who had a blond daughter.  One day we were sitting there chatting when she came racing into the front door.  She could barely contain herself.  Breathless she informed us that she had heard the BEST blond joke at school and she had repeated it to herself all the way home so she could share.  We nodded for her to continue and she took a deep breath and got a quizzical look on her face, the looked crestfallen.  Her mom inquired as to why she looked sad, and almost in tears she said, "I forgot it".  We rolled . .and I've never been sure if she really forgot or that was the joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2308313753757040036?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2308313753757040036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2308313753757040036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2308313753757040036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2308313753757040036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-those-poor-blondes.html' title='Oh those poor blondes......(*_*)'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5734215626642126331</id><published>2008-08-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:30:11.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>To my darling husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you return from your business trip, I just want to let you know about the small accident I had with the pick up truck when I turned into the driveway.   Fortunately not too bad and I really didn't get hurt, so please don't worry too much about me.  I was coming home from Wal-Mart, and when I turned into the driveway I accidentally pushed down on the accelerator instead of the brake.  The garage door is slightly bent but the pick up fortunately came to a halt when it bumped into your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry, but I know with your kind-hearted personality you will forgive me.  You know how much I love you and care for you, my sweetheart. I am enclosing a picture for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving wife.&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s153/yolhuani/humor/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s153/yolhuani/humor/accident.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5734215626642126331?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5734215626642126331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5734215626642126331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5734215626642126331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5734215626642126331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s153/yolhuani/humor/th_accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6351011328560844617</id><published>2008-08-12T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:28:38.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Email Joke</title><content type='html'>Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives. When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day Barb said, "Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's soft-ball there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed and said, "Barb, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly after that, Rose passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight a few nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb, Barb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barb, it's me, Rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not Rose. Rose just died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose! Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's Softball in Heaven. Better yet all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's fantastic," said Barb. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's&lt;br /&gt;the bad news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're pitching Tuesday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6351011328560844617?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6351011328560844617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6351011328560844617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6351011328560844617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6351011328560844617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday-email-joke.html' title='Tuesday Email Joke'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1884537400102395411</id><published>2008-08-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:24:43.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>Amazingly Simple Home Remedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid arguments with the females about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For high blood pressure sufferers ~ simply cut yourself and bleed for   a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure on your veins.   Remember to use   a timer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from   rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives.       Then you'll be afraid to cough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You only need two tools in life - wd-40 and duct tape.   If it doesn't move and should, use the wd-40.    If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for Thought: some people are like slinkies - not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1884537400102395411?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1884537400102395411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1884537400102395411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1884537400102395411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1884537400102395411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-remedies.html' title='Home Remedies'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7424530236105158320</id><published>2008-08-01T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:27:59.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Email Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>A guy goes to the Post Office to apply for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer asks him, 'Are you allergic to anything?'He says 'Yes - just caffeine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever been in the service?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' he says. 'I was in Iraq for two years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer says, 'That will give you 5 extra points toward employment,' and then asks, 'Are you disabled in any&lt;br /&gt;way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'Yes 100%...an IED exploded near me and blew my testicles off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer tells the guy, 'O.K. In that case, I can hire you right now. Normal hours are from 8 AM to 4 PM . You can start tomorrow at 10:00 - and plan on starting at 10 AM every day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is puzzled and says, 'If the hours are from 8 AM to 4 PM , why don't you want me to be here before 10 AM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is a government job,' the interviewer says. 'For the first two hours we just stand around drinking coffee and scratching our balls. No point in you coming in for that.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7424530236105158320?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7424530236105158320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7424530236105158320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7424530236105158320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7424530236105158320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/08/email-joke-of-day.html' title='Email Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1809784112846628439</id><published>2008-07-24T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:06:14.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatiionships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Men Wear Earrings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow and is curious about his sudden change in 'fashion sense.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walks up to him and says, 'I didn't know you were into earrings.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't make such a big deal, it's only an earring,' he replies sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him to say, "So, how long have you been wearing one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since my wife found it in my car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I always wondered how this trend got started.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1809784112846628439?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1809784112846628439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1809784112846628439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1809784112846628439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1809784112846628439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-men-wear-earrings.html' title='Why Men Wear Earrings'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3184431575491258725</id><published>2008-07-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:35:00.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatiionships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>New Boots</title><content type='html'>An elderly Philadelphia couple, Margaret and Bert,moved to Texas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots, so, seeing  some on sale, he bought them and wore them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking proudly, he sauntered into the kitchen and said to his  wife, 'Notice anything different about me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret looked him over. 'Nope.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, Bert stormed off into the bathroom, undressed and walked back into the kitchen completely naked except for the boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he asked Margaret, a little louder this time, 'Notice anything different NOW?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret looked up and exclaimed, 'Bert, what's different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, it'll be hanging down again   tomorrow!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, Bert yelled, 'AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nope', she re plied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'IT'S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without changing her expression, Margaret replied, 'Shoulda bought  a hat, Bert. Shoulda bought a hat.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3184431575491258725?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3184431575491258725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3184431575491258725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3184431575491258725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3184431575491258725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-boos.html' title='New Boots'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1282762303193107946</id><published>2008-06-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:42:01.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genii'/><title type='text'>Another Genii Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;A man was walking along a California beach and stumbled across an old lamp. He picked it up and rubbed it and out popped a genie. The genie said, "OK. You released me from the lamp, blah blah blah. This is the fourth time this month and I'm getting a little sick of these wishes so you can forget about three. You only get one wish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat and thought about it for a while and said, "I've always wanted to go to Hawaii but I'm scared to fly and I get very seasick. Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there to visit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie laughed and said, "That's impossible. Think of the logistics of that! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think of how much concrete...how much steel!! No, think of another wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said OK and tried to think of a really good wish. Finally, he said, "I've been married and divorced four times. My wives always said that I don't care and that I'm insensitive. So, I wish that I could understand women....know how they feel inside and what they're thinking when they give me the silent treatment....know why they're crying, know what they really want when they say 'nothing'....know how to make them truly happy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie asked, "Do you want that bridge two lanes or four?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwenny&lt;/span&gt;:  The REAL joke here is if you believe a man actually asked to understand women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1282762303193107946?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1282762303193107946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1282762303193107946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1282762303193107946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1282762303193107946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-genii-joke.html' title='Another Genii Joke'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-716904537441113681</id><published>2008-06-22T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:32:38.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable Panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; When my wife had to rush to the hospital unexpectedly, she asked me to bring her a few items from home. One item on the list was "comfortable underwear." Worried I'd make the wrong choice, I asked, "How will I know which ones to pick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold them up and imagine them on me," she said. "If you smile, put them back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-716904537441113681?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/716904537441113681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=716904537441113681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/716904537441113681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/716904537441113681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfortable-panties.html' title='Comfortable Panties'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7109824213264417642</id><published>2008-06-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:20:13.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>The Obedient Wife</title><content type='html'>There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real 'miser' when it came to his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before he died, he said to his wife...'When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wait just a moment!'&lt;br /&gt;She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away. So her friend said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Girl, I know you were not foolish enough to put all that money in there with your husband.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loyal wife replied, 'Listen, I'm a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I sure did,' said the wife. 'I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a check.... If he can cash it, then he can spend it.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7109824213264417642?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7109824213264417642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7109824213264417642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7109824213264417642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7109824213264417642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/06/obedient-wife.html' title='The Obedient Wife'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3700029032925094106</id><published>2008-06-04T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:00:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a page of Scottish Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;n                  the Northern Highlands, an impatient fanner knocked at the door                  of neighboring farmhouse. The daughter of the house answered.                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                " Is your father in ? " asked the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. " said the daughter. " He's at the Inverness farmers market.                  If it's the services of the red Ayrshire bull you want, the cost                  is $50.00"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it's not that" said the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well. " said the daughter. " If it's the Galloway belted bull                  you want, it's $40."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. " said the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;"How about the small Highland bull." said the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The service of that bull is only $30."&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;The neighbor rudely interrupted the daughter. " That's not what                  I've come about. Your brother Sandy has made my daughter Fiona                  pregnant. My wife and I want to know what your father proposes                  to do about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, well." said the daughter. " You'll have to see my father                  yourself. I don't know what he charges for Sandy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fife.50megs.com/scots-jokes2.htm"&gt;Read more. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3700029032925094106?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3700029032925094106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3700029032925094106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3700029032925094106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3700029032925094106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-page-of-scottish-jokes.html' title='From a page of Scottish Jokes'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5663648999732383103</id><published>2008-05-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:31:44.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li value="10"&gt;Cats' facial expressions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="9"&gt;The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="8"&gt;Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="7"&gt;Fat clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="6"&gt;Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="5"&gt;The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="4"&gt;Cutting your hair to make it grow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="3"&gt;Eyelash curlers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="2"&gt;The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;AND, the Number One thing only women understand:&lt;br /&gt;OTHER WOMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5663648999732383103?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5663648999732383103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5663648999732383103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5663648999732383103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5663648999732383103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-things-only-women-understand.html' title='TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7008980334875812245</id><published>2008-05-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:26:28.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrogen'/><title type='text'>10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE 'ESTROGEN ISSUES'</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You 're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: 'How's my driving-call 1- 800-'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone seems to have just landed here from 'outer space.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7008980334875812245?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7008980334875812245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7008980334875812245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7008980334875812245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7008980334875812245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-ways-to-know-if-you-have-estrogen.html' title='10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE &apos;ESTROGEN ISSUES&apos;'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5818966500352797454</id><published>2008-05-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:25:23.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>PREGNANCY Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Q: Should I have a baby after 35?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, 35 children is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?&lt;br /&gt;A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.&lt;br /&gt;A: So what's your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not unless the word 'alimony' means anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do I have to have a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin t! o feel a nd act normal again?&lt;br /&gt;A: When the kids are in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5818966500352797454?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5818966500352797454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5818966500352797454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5818966500352797454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5818966500352797454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/pregnancy-q.html' title='PREGNANCY Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7606971083606872350</id><published>2008-05-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:56:31.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Frog and the Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "Look I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7606971083606872350?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7606971083606872350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7606971083606872350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7606971083606872350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7606971083606872350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/frog-and-engineer.html' title='Frog and the Engineer'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5932346537793996745</id><published>2008-05-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:45:13.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='died and went to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Bran Muffins</title><content type='html'>The couple were 85 years old, and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their plane crashed, sending them off to Heaven.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They reached the pearly gates, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;St.&lt;/st1:place&gt; Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favorite clothes in the closet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They gasped in astonishment when he said, "Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. "Why, nothing," Peter replied, "remember, this is your reward in Heaven."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old man looked out the window and right there he saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth. "What are the greens fees?," grumbled the old man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"This is heaven," St. Peter replied. "You can play for free, every day."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Don't even ask," said St. Peter to the man. This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?," he asked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"That's the best part," St. Peter replied. "You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick.This is Heaven!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old man pushed, "No gym to work out at?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Not unless you want to," was the answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"No testing my sugar or blood pressure or..." "Never again. All you do here is enjoy &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yourself."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The old man glared at his wife and said, "You and your bran muffins. We could have been here ten years ago!" &gt; &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5932346537793996745?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5932346537793996745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5932346537793996745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5932346537793996745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5932346537793996745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/bran-muffins.html' title='Bran Muffins'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1534992782946539098</id><published>2008-05-19T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:40:18.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excerpts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email jokes'/><title type='text'>Dear Landlord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Genuine extracts from Letters Sent to Landlords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is running away from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request your permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please tell me when our repairs are going to be done as my wife is about to become an expectant mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some repairs done to my stove as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person next door has a large erection in his back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please send someone to mend our cracked sidewalk. Yesterday my wife tripped on it and is now pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny color and not  fit to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please send someone to fix our bath tap. My wife got her toe stuck in it and it is very uncomfortable for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 5:30 his cock wakes me up, and it is getting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the workmen were here they put their tools in my wife's new drawers and made a mess. Please send men with clean tools to finish the job and keep my wife happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1534992782946539098?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1534992782946539098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1534992782946539098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1534992782946539098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1534992782946539098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-landlord.html' title='Dear Landlord'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3593979476761851488</id><published>2008-04-01T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:05:04.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>Family Planning</title><content type='html'>There was a Pastor whose wife was expecting a baby so he went to the   congregation and asked for a raise. After much consideration and   discussion, they  passed a rule that whenever the Pastor's family   expanded, so would his paycheck.     After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation   decided to hold another meeting to discuss the Pastor's salary. There   was much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman's additional   children were costing the church.     Finally, the Pastor stood up and spoke to the crowd, "Children are a   gift from God," he said.     Silence fell on the congregation. In the back of the room, a little old   lady stood up and in her frail voice said,   "Rain is also a gift from God , but when we get too much of it, we wear   rubbers."     And the congregation said, "Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3593979476761851488?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3593979476761851488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3593979476761851488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3593979476761851488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3593979476761851488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-planning.html' title='Family Planning'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-8407826416335001236</id><published>2008-03-25T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:14:23.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='native american'/><title type='text'>Where the White Man got it Wrong</title><content type='html'>Indian Chief 'Two Eagles' was asked by a white government official, 'You have observed the white man for 90 years. You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official continued, 'Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute and then calmly replied. 'When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water.&lt;br /&gt;Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-8407826416335001236?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/8407826416335001236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=8407826416335001236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8407826416335001236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8407826416335001236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-white-man-got-it-wrong.html' title='Where the White Man got it Wrong'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-8621863380897489395</id><published>2008-03-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:32:46.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>Prescription to Kill?</title><content type='html'>A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, Walked up to the  pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, 'I would like to buy  some cyanide.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist asked, 'Why in the world do you need  cyanide?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, 'I need it to poison my husband. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eye got big and he exclaimed,  'Lord have mercy! I  can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll  lose my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad  things will happen.  Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband  in bed with the pharmacist's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the  picture and replied,  'Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had  a prescription.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-8621863380897489395?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/8621863380897489395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=8621863380897489395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8621863380897489395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8621863380897489395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/03/prescription-to-kill.html' title='Prescription to Kill?'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2804474772201342334</id><published>2008-03-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:38:34.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>Subject: Sunday Morning Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, 'He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old Having sex would surely be asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div&gt;"Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring.  It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even...Nothingtoo strenuous,simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."  She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2804474772201342334?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2804474772201342334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2804474772201342334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2804474772201342334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2804474772201342334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/03/subject-sunday-morning-sex.html' title='Subject: Sunday Morning Sex'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1075821219824315419</id><published>2008-03-03T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:23:48.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Anniversary Gift</title><content type='html'>Rick was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife wasreally angry. She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in less than 16 seconds, AND IT BETTER BE THERE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Rick got up early and left for work. When his wife woke up she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway. The box wasn't large enough To be what she'd hoped for. Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran Out to the driveway, and brought the box back in the house. She opened It and found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick has been missing since Friday. Please pray for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1075821219824315419?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1075821219824315419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1075821219824315419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1075821219824315419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1075821219824315419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/03/anniversary-gift.html' title='Anniversary Gift'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-417843711012394736</id><published>2008-02-19T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:06:27.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Alligator Family Album</title><content type='html'>Got a bunch of funny pics in the mail, will add them now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/R7sOTb_06NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1UMjrMi3nN4/s1600-h/alligatorfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/R7sOTb_06NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1UMjrMi3nN4/s400/alligatorfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168740724433545426" 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/1549588879240384404-417843711012394736?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/417843711012394736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=417843711012394736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/417843711012394736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/417843711012394736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/02/alligator-family-album.html' title='Alligator Family Album'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/R7sOTb_06NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1UMjrMi3nN4/s72-c/alligatorfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1958597320554955375</id><published>2008-01-29T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:17:44.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wal-Mart Greeter</title><content type='html'>A very loud, very unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201629377_0"&gt;Wal-Mart &lt;/span&gt;with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wal-Mart Greeter said pleasantly 'Good morning, and welcome to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201629377_1"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt;. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'Hell no they ain't. The older one's 9 and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am,' replied the greeter 'I just couldn't believe you got laid twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201629377_2"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1958597320554955375?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1958597320554955375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1958597320554955375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1958597320554955375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1958597320554955375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2008/01/wal-mart-greeter.html' title='The Wal-Mart Greeter'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2012651489232304086</id><published>2007-12-20T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:23:16.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Classic Holiday Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Cake Recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need the following: a cup of water, a cup of sugar, four large eggs, two cups of dried fruit, a teaspoon of baking soda, a teaspoon of salt, a cup of brown sugar, lemon juice, nuts, and a bottle of whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the whisky to check for quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the whisky is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a drewscriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the whisky to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whisky. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window, check the whisky again and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2012651489232304086?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2012651489232304086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2012651489232304086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2012651489232304086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2012651489232304086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/12/classic-holiday-joke.html' title='Classic Holiday Joke'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5537144327494463986</id><published>2007-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:09:23.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men vs women'/><title type='text'>Wife vs Husband</title><content type='html'>Today's best email joke forward:&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. As they passed a barnyard of mules,  goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of  yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O R D S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband  read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...&lt;br /&gt;30,000  to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we  have to repeat everything to men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and  asked, "What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man  said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be&lt;br /&gt;so stupid and so  beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The wife responded, "Allow me to  explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;&lt;br /&gt;God  made me stupid so I would be attracted to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee  each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should  do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife  replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the  man should do the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show  me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and  showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silent  Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were  giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the  next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning  business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and  LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it  where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to  discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about  to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of  paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not  equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5537144327494463986?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5537144327494463986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5537144327494463986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5537144327494463986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5537144327494463986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/wife-vs-husband.html' title='Wife vs Husband'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7205984675218619416</id><published>2007-11-16T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:09:40.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eight "I'd Really Rather You Didn'ts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't act like a sanctimonious holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don't believe in me, that's okay. Really, I'm not that vain. Besides, this isn't about them so don't change the subject. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be mean to others. I don't require sacrifices, and purity is for drinking water, not people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they talk, or, well, just play nice, Okay? Oh, and get this into your thick heads: woman = person. man = person. Samey = Samey. One is not better than the other, unless we're talking about fashion and I'm sorry, but I gave that to women and some guys who know the difference between teal and fuchsia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age AND mental maturity. As for anyone who might object, I think the expression is go f*** yourself, unless they find that offensive in which case they can turn off the TV for once and go for a walk for a change. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't challenge the bigoted, misogynistic, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go after the b******s. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't build multi million-dollar churches/temples/mosques/shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ending poverty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curing diseases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living in peace, loving with passion, and lowering the cost of cable I might be a complex-carbohydrate omniscient being, but I enjoy the simple things in life. I ought to know. I AM the creator. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't go around telling people I talk to you. You're not that interesting. Get over yourself. And I told you to love your fellow man, can't you take a hint? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd really rather you didn't do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are into, um, stuff that uses a lot of leather/lubricant/Las Vegas. If the other person is into it, however (pursuant to #4), then have at it, take pictures, and for the love of Mike, wear a CONDOM! Honestly, it's a piece of rubber. If I didn't want it to feel good when you did it I would have added spikes, or something. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7205984675218619416?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7205984675218619416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7205984675218619416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7205984675218619416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7205984675218619416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/eight-id-really-rather-you-didnts.html' title='The Eight &quot;I&apos;d Really Rather You Didn&apos;ts&quot;'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5548168987889228000</id><published>2007-11-13T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:21:10.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xkcd'/><title type='text'>Real Geek Heart Beats in Xkcd's Stick Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A geek with a paper cut does not bleed CH3, and every nerd has a heart lodged in his chest instead of a TI-85. Behind those thick polycarbonate lenses is a man of flesh and blood, a man who deserves to be loved. Don't believe him? He has the graphs to show it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xkcd, a webcomic peopled with lovestruck stick figures, revels in the human side of geekdom. Billed as "a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math and language," it's a peculiar blend of &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/135/"&gt;whimsy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/327/"&gt;programming language&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/162/"&gt;speculation about relationships&lt;/a&gt;. "Xkcd" isn't an acronym, but in some ways, the comic is itself a language -- a way for people who are unpracticed at talking about their emotions to articulate them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/entertainment/theweb/news/2007/11/xkcd"&gt;Read more . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5548168987889228000?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5548168987889228000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5548168987889228000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5548168987889228000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5548168987889228000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-geek-heart-beats-in-xkcds-stick.html' title='Real Geek Heart Beats in Xkcd&apos;s Stick Figures'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-242998069114315038</id><published>2007-11-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:58:41.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>A Sad Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; A certain old cat had made his home in the alley behind Gabe's bar for some time, subsisting on scraps and occasional handouts from the bartender. One evening, emboldened by hunger, the feline attempted to follow Gabe through the back door. Regrettably, only the his body had made it through when Gabe slammed the door, severing the cat's tail at its base. This proved too much for the old creature, who looked sadly at Gabe and expired on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe put the carcass back out in the alley and went back to business. The mandatory closing time arrived and Gabe was in the process of locking up after the last customers had gone. Approaching the back door he was startled to see an apparition of the old cat mournfully holding its severed tail out, silently pleading for Gabe to put the tail back on its corpse so at it could go on to the kitty afterworld complete. Gabe shook his had sadly and said to the ghost: "I can't. You know the law: I can't retail spirits after 2:00 AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.happy-gods.com/jokes/"&gt;Happy-gods.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-242998069114315038?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/242998069114315038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=242998069114315038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/242998069114315038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/242998069114315038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-tale.html' title='A Sad Tale'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-649767577361559536</id><published>2007-11-07T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:42:45.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Seen On Facebook Human Pets</title><content type='html'>A retired gentleman went to the social security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked him for his driver's license to verify his age. He looked in his pockets and realized he had left his wallet at home. He told the woman that he was very sorry but he seemed to have left his wallet at home. "I will have to go home and come back later." The woman says, "Unbutton your shirt." So he opens his shirt revealing curly silver hair. She says, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me" and she processed his Social Security application. When he gets home, the man excitedly tells his wife about his experience at the social security office. She says, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up Wine&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars for dinner.  I took out my wallet,  got out ten dollars and asked, "If I give you  this  money,  will you buy wine with it instead of dinner?"   "No,  I had to stop drinking years ago", the homeless woman told me.  "Will  you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" I asked.  "No,  I don't waste time shopping," the homeless woman said.    &gt; &gt; "I  need to spend all my time trying to stay alive."  "Will  you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?" I asked.  "Are  you NUTS !" replied the homeless woman.  " I haven't  had my  &gt; hair done in 20 years!"  "Well,"  I said, "I'm not going to give you the money.  Instead,  I'm going to take you out for dinner with my  husband  and me tonight." The  homeless Woman was shocked. "Won't your husband be  furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty,  and  I probably smell pretty disgusting."  I said, "That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks  &gt;  like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-649767577361559536?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/649767577361559536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=649767577361559536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/649767577361559536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/649767577361559536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/seen-on-facebook-human-pets.html' title='Seen On Facebook Human Pets'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3618577299556018626</id><published>2007-11-07T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:03:06.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you get'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>This Makes Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What do you get when you cross an elephant with an ant?&lt;br /&gt;A dead ant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3618577299556018626?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3618577299556018626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3618577299556018626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3618577299556018626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3618577299556018626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-makes-sense.html' title='This Makes Sense'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6406653124587986670</id><published>2007-11-06T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:17:09.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush humor'/><title type='text'>Sent By a Republican Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;The Postal Service created a 41-cent first-class stamp with a picture of President Bush. The stamp was not sticking to envelopes, which enraged the President,who demanded a full investigation.  After a month of testing,  a special presidential commission presented the following findings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;The stamp is in perfect order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is  nothing wrong with the applied adhesive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;People are spitting on the  wrong side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6406653124587986670?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6406653124587986670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6406653124587986670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6406653124587986670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6406653124587986670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/11/sent-by-republican-friend.html' title='Sent By a Republican Friend'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1424488019522950258</id><published>2007-10-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:32:56.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><title type='text'>Idiot Sightings!!!! Be careful, be v-e-r-y careful....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: Hubby and I had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a "large" enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, "Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower." I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, "NO, it's not. Four is larger than two." We haven't used Sears repair since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road. The reason: "Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore." &lt;i&gt;From Kingman , KS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOTS IN FOOD SERVICE&lt;/b&gt;: My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg. He was a Chef? &lt;i&gt;Yep...From Kansas City !&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;[No, he's not a chef, he works for Taco Bell.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask." &lt;i&gt;Happened in Birmingham , Ala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: The stoplight on the corner buzzes when its safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?!" She was a probation officer in &lt;i&gt;Wichita , KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker: She was leaving the company due to "downsizing." Our manager commented cheerfully, "This is fun. We should do this more often." Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare. This was a bunch at Texas Instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself, and for the sake of her own life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on. A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;/b&gt;: When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "Its open!" His reply, "I know - I already got that side." &lt;i&gt;This was at the Ford dealership in Canton , Mississippi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STAY ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:24;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;marquee&gt;They walk among us, they REPRODUCE and they VOTE!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;(And usually Republican!!)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1424488019522950258?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1424488019522950258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1424488019522950258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1424488019522950258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1424488019522950258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/10/idiot-sightings-be-careful-be-v-e-r-y.html' title='Idiot Sightings!!!! Be careful, be v-e-r-y careful....'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6996067622556022040</id><published>2007-10-12T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:59:37.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Kids See Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="subject"&gt;The way children see things&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUDITY I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a Woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, "Mom! That lady isn't wearing a seat belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY My son Zachary, 4, came screaming out of the bathroom to tell me he'd dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. So I fished it out and threw it in the garbage. Zachary stood there thinking for a moment, then ran to my bathroom and came out with my toothbrush. He held it up and said with a charming little smile, "We better throw this one out too then, 'cause it fell in the toilet a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPINIONS On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a Note from his mother. The note read, "The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KETCHUP A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup to come out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother. Then she added, "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE NUDITY A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, ! ! ! "What's the matter haven't you ever seen a little boy before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. The various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs, unfailingly intrigued her. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESS-UP A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit." "And why not, darling?" "You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm just wasting my time," she said to her mother. "I can't read, I can't write and they won't let me talk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. "Mama, look what I found", the boy called out." What have you got there, dear?" With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, "I think it's Adam's underwear!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6996067622556022040?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6996067622556022040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6996067622556022040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6996067622556022040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6996067622556022040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-kids-see-things.html' title='As Kids See Things'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-4067978728164210777</id><published>2007-10-12T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:46:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Never Heard The Shot</title><content type='html'>A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase a sheer negligee for his wife. He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500 in price -- the more sheer, the higher the price. Naturally, he opts for the most sheer item, pays the $500, and takes it home. He presents it to his wife and asks her to go upstairs, put it on, and model it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs the wife thinks (no dummy she), "I have an idea. It's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on, but I'll do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow, and keep the $500 refund for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, "Good Grief! You'd think for $500, they'd at least iron it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never heard the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral on Thursday at Noon. Closed coffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-4067978728164210777?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/4067978728164210777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=4067978728164210777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4067978728164210777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4067978728164210777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-never-heard-shot.html' title='He Never Heard The Shot'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3474606187636652126</id><published>2007-08-15T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:08:53.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>::snicker::</title><content type='html'>The    waiter took a bottle of Merlot to the woman and said, "This is from the    gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She regarded    the wine coolly for a second without looking over at the man, and decided to    send a reply note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter, who was lingering for a response, took    the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;The note read:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"For me to accept this    bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the    bank, and 7 inches in your pants."  After reading the note, the man    decided to compose one of his own. He folded his note, handed it to the waiter    and instructed him to return this to the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It    read:  "For your information, I have a Ferrari Maranello, a BMW Z8, a    Mercedes CL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garage . . and there is over twenty    million dollars in my bank account. However, not even for a woman as beautiful    as you, would I cut off three inches. Just send the bottle    back."&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/1549588879240384404-3474606187636652126?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3474606187636652126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3474606187636652126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3474606187636652126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3474606187636652126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/08/snicker.html' title='::snicker::'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-9157579614489032573</id><published>2007-06-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:10:43.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seamstress</title><content type='html'>One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?"     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;family. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;set with pearls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seamstress replied, "No." The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver thimble &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ringed with sapphires. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, the seamstress replied, "No." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble. "Is &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this your thimble?" the Lord asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seamstress replied, "Yes." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Is this your husband?" the Lord asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Yes," cried the seamstress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord It is a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to George Clooney, you would have come up &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Brad Pitt. Then if I said 'no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lord, I'm not in the best of health and would not be able to take care &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of all three husbands, so THAT'S why I said 'yes' to George Clooney. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And so the Lord let her keep him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;honorable reason, and in the best interest of others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That's our story, and we're sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;Signed, All Us Women&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-9157579614489032573?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/9157579614489032573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=9157579614489032573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9157579614489032573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/9157579614489032573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/06/seamstress.html' title='The Seamstress'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6049788840629324834</id><published>2007-03-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:34:16.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case You Are Ever Asked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.style.org/unladenswallow/"&gt;Estimating the Airspeed Velocity Of An Unladen Swallow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6049788840629324834?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6049788840629324834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6049788840629324834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6049788840629324834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6049788840629324834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-in-case-you-are-ever-asked.html' title='Just In Case You Are Ever Asked'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-178213842816028182</id><published>2007-03-01T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:39:36.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Let's Start With the White House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=20070227"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.userfriendly.org/cartoons/archives/07feb/uf010027.gif" 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/1549588879240384404-178213842816028182?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/178213842816028182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=178213842816028182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/178213842816028182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/178213842816028182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-lets-start-with-white-house.html' title='Ah, Let&apos;s Start With the White House'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1897425616768420532</id><published>2007-02-23T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:22:51.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Found over on &lt;a href="http://www.kipaddotta.com/"&gt;Kip Addotta's website&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-1897425616768420532?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1897425616768420532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1897425616768420532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1897425616768420532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1897425616768420532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/02/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3619733521005713702</id><published>2007-02-22T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:15:54.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious humor'/><title type='text'>Found on LiveJournal</title><content type='html'>Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic....And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass.....and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3619733521005713702?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3619733521005713702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3619733521005713702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3619733521005713702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3619733521005713702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/02/found-on-livejournal.html' title='Found on LiveJournal'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-1481279180526821385</id><published>2007-02-06T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:41:49.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More fun from &lt;a href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php"&gt;Ctrl-Alt-Del&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20070205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20070205.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/1549588879240384404-1481279180526821385?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/1481279180526821385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=1481279180526821385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1481279180526821385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/1481279180526821385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-fun-from-ctrl-alt-del.html' title=''/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2316943765854813827</id><published>2007-02-01T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:41:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Brings Back Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xkcd.com/c218.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/nintendo_surgeon.png" 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/1549588879240384404-2316943765854813827?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2316943765854813827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2316943765854813827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2316943765854813827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2316943765854813827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-brings-back-memories.html' title='This Brings Back Memories'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-8579042042040571532</id><published>2007-02-01T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:33:19.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For people who play too much &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com/"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt; (or just people who have a sense of humor), it's &lt;a href="http://www.getafirstlife.com/"&gt;www.getafirstlife.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-8579042042040571532?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/8579042042040571532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=8579042042040571532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8579042042040571532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8579042042040571532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-people-who-play-too-much-second.html' title=''/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7808979229089953767</id><published>2007-01-31T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:58:01.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from teh Geek Zodiac</title><content type='html'>AiYume's &lt;a href="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/"&gt;geek zodiac&lt;/a&gt; sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/scientist.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Scientist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 16 00:00:00 to November 20 23:59:59&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Scientist could be confused for &lt;a href="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/#specialist"&gt;the Specialist&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/#hacker"&gt;the Hacker&lt;/a&gt; if it wasn't for the broad knowledge or the methodical way he investigates new knowledges. Where the Engineer applies learned knowledge, the Scientist is there discovering the facts that no one else knows. The development, testing and disproving of theories runs all through the Scientists life, and even his friendship and other relationships may go through the same stages...often making it difficult to interact with this geek zodiac sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-7808979229089953767?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7808979229089953767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7808979229089953767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7808979229089953767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7808979229089953767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-from-teh-geek-zodiac.html' title='More from teh Geek Zodiac'/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-4152791317876266439</id><published>2007-01-30T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:57:52.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jesusandmo.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://jesusandmo.net/strips/2007-01-30.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/1549588879240384404-4152791317876266439?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/4152791317876266439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=4152791317876266439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4152791317876266439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4152791317876266439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-4720178041894483094</id><published>2007-01-29T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:43:25.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating husbands'/><title type='text'>Email Joke</title><content type='html'>A man called home to his  wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss  and several of his friends.We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity  for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough  clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving from  the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!  Please pack my new blue silk pajamas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a bit  fishy but being the good wife she&lt;br /&gt;is,did exactly what her husband asked  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend he came home, a little tired but otherwise  looking&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many  fish? He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Lots of Salmon, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish.  But why didn't&lt;br /&gt;you pack my new blue silk  pajamas like I asked you to  do?"You'll love the  answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The wife replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I did. They're in your fishing  box.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-4720178041894483094?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/4720178041894483094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=4720178041894483094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4720178041894483094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4720178041894483094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/email-joke.html' title='Email Joke'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-8300312095049953493</id><published>2007-01-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:35:34.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Geek Zodiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/57218152/459799"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;" src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/57218152/459799" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/"&gt;Geek Zodiac.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool!  This is me, your venerable and wacky hostess for this trip, Pengwenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/webmaster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://geekzodiac.gadgeteer.net/webmaster.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="webmaster"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="signtitle"&gt;The Webmaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="signrange"&gt;February 6 00:00:00 to March 13 23:59:59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="webmaster"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Webmaster is the member of the geek zodiac with the most interaction with the non-technical people in society and so either becomes the most socially capable or the person with the greatest disdain for non-geeks. Other geeks may not consider the Webmaster a geek at all, but those geeks don't understand the intricacies of cross-browser development and failures to maintain strict standard conformity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-8300312095049953493?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/8300312095049953493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=8300312095049953493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8300312095049953493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8300312095049953493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/geek-zodiac.html' title='Geek Zodiac'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-4342533214051014271</id><published>2007-01-29T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:08:36.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comics.com/comics/chickweed/archive/chickweed-20070128.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 351px;" src="http://www.comics.com/comics/chickweed/archive/images/chickweed20070121047248.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/1549588879240384404-4342533214051014271?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/4342533214051014271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=4342533214051014271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4342533214051014271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4342533214051014271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6318940279045181020</id><published>2007-01-24T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:44:54.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sitcoms'/><title type='text'>I Would Be Tempted To Get This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vh10018.v1.moc.gbahn.net/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=BL&amp;Date=20070123&amp;amp;Category=LIFE&amp;ArtNo=701230312&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;MaxW=150&amp;amp;border=0&amp;Q=100"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 256px;" src="http://vh10018.v1.moc.gbahn.net/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=BL&amp;Date=20070123&amp;amp;Category=LIFE&amp;ArtNo=701230312&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;MaxW=150&amp;amp;border=0&amp;amp;Q=100" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV's first feminist debuts on DVD&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before "Roseanne," "Kate and Allie" and "One Day at a Time" became hits featuring strong women and frequently mature themes, there was "Maude," the groundbreaking, six-season CBS comedy featuring Bea Arthur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="location"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Big, brassy and pushing 50 at the time, Arthur concedes she was an atypical TV star. The Broadway veteran was tapped for her own series after a stint on "All in the Family" as Maude Findlay, the liberal nemesis and sister-in-law of arch-conservative Archie Bunker. That prompted series creator Norman Lear to create a spinoff based on an upper-middle-class New York feminist on her fourth marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="location"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"She was not your average, beautiful heroine, but I felt like Cinderella," says Arthur, now 83. "It was one of the first times on television that a woman was seen as the head of the family instead of the usual fumbling male."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="location"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Nearly 35 years after its debut in fall 1972, viewers may find "Maude: The Complete First Season" (Sony Pictures Home Entertainment, $29.95) tame. But at the time, Maude's story lines on alcoholism, menopause, women's lib, nervous breakdowns and hemorrhoids were considered so controversial that some network affiliates refused to air episodes -- such as a two-parter on Maude's abortion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="location"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"I liked the fact that we touched on just about everything untouchable," says Arthur, whose last TV appearance was as Larry David's surly mom on HBO's "Curb Your Enthusiasm." "It was so very different and not what people expected."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="location"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;"Maude: The Complete First Season" is due March 20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6318940279045181020?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6318940279045181020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6318940279045181020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6318940279045181020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6318940279045181020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-would-be-tempted-to-get-this.html' title='I Would Be Tempted To Get This'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3899627243679750992</id><published>2007-01-24T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:17:37.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Said That . . .</title><content type='html'>The title of this site is a quote.  Can anyone tell me who said it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-3899627243679750992?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3899627243679750992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3899627243679750992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3899627243679750992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3899627243679750992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-said-that.html' title='Who Said That . . .'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-3614900670823142905</id><published>2007-01-24T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:34:29.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wikipedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xkcd'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another hilarious cartoon from XKCD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 424px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/the_problem_with_wikipedia.png" 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/1549588879240384404-3614900670823142905?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/3614900670823142905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=3614900670823142905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3614900670823142905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/3614900670823142905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-hilarious-cartoon-from-xkcd.html' title=''/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5723836938328296786</id><published>2007-01-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:14:07.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Shared Over the Water Cooler</title><content type='html'>There's a sweet old guy in my office who likes to tell me off color jokes.  He told this one the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="example"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A strikingly handsome young man walked into the office of a Hollywood agent with his resume and portfolio in hand. The agent reviewed the young man's slim resume and small portfolio with the care that was deserving of his fine young specimen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the very obvious good looks and excellent demeanor of an actor. Tell me, have you had any roles that I might be aware of." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Other than the requisite high school and college plays, no sir," said the handsome young man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I dare say I know the reason why, with a name like yours," said the agent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Sir?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Your name. Penis Van Lesbian. That's not a name that will go far in Hollywood. I'd love to represent you, but you'll have to change your name." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Sir," the handsome young man protested. "The Van Lesbian name was my father's, my grandfather's and his father's name. We have carried this name for generations and I will not change it for Hollywood or any other reason." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "If you won't change your name, I cannot represent you young man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Then I bid you farewell my name will not change." With that, Penis Van Lesbian left the agents office never to return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Five Years Later: The Hollywood agent returned to his office after lunch with some producers and shuffled through his mail. Mostly junk mail, trade journals and the like. There was one letter. He opened the envelope and removed the letter. As he unfolded the fine linen paper, a check dropped from the folds and onto his desk. He looked at the check. It was for 50,000 dollars! He read the letter: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dear Sir: Several years ago, I entered your office determined to become an actor. You refused to represent me unless I changed my name. I objected, saying the Penis Van Lesbian name had been carried for generations and left your office. However, upon leaving, I chanced to reconsider my hastiness and after considerable reflection, I decided to heed your advice and endeavored to change my name. Now I am a famous actor with many roles and known to millions worldwide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Having achieved this fame and fortune, it is often that I think back to my meeting with you and your insistence that I change my name. I owe you a debt of gratitude, so please accept this check with my humble thanks, for it was your idea which has brought me to such wealth and fame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Very Sincerely Yours, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dick Van Dyke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5723836938328296786?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5723836938328296786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5723836938328296786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5723836938328296786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5723836938328296786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/shared-over-water-cooler.html' title='Shared Over the Water Cooler'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-8019069131640297221</id><published>2007-01-23T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:17:51.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex humor'/><title type='text'>50 New Sex Positions . . .</title><content type='html'>Not for the faint of heart . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="160" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thephatphree.com/features.asp?StoryID=3471&amp;SectionID=1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.thephatphree.com/_photos/50sex/sex0015.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Secret Affair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating her boxed lunch, start a flirtatious conversation with her vagina. When she asks you what you're doing, deny you are talking to anyone. When she closes her eyes again, laugh and then whisper into her vagina, "Shhhhh! You're going to get me in trouble."&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; [click pic to see more]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-8019069131640297221?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/8019069131640297221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=8019069131640297221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8019069131640297221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/8019069131640297221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/50-new-sex-positions.html' title='50 New Sex Positions . . .'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-4170971510599514561</id><published>2007-01-23T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:06:54.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bush humor'/><title type='text'>Hosting a State of the Union Party: Drinking Games and What to Do While You Suffer through the Speech</title><content type='html'>So, if you are going to watch the speech this Tuesday, you might as well make it interesting, or at least less painful.  Invite over some friends so you can commiserate together...  &lt;p&gt;What to Serve: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bologna sandwiches: sandwiches that are, like the president, full of baloney.  On white bread, of course &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol...you're gonna need it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretzels, to remind us that an even greater evil--Cheney--is just another choke-on-a-pretzel away &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom fries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chips and dip.  Because who doesn't love chips and dip? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order some pizzas and tip the delivery person really well.  Consider it doing your part until the minimum wage is (finally!) officially raised.  You can also use the pizza to create a pie chart of tax cuts, but make sure you get the portion that represents the breaks for the rich, unless you are on a diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; ::snerk::  &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kathleen-wright/hosting-a-state-of-the-un_b_39328.html"&gt;Read more ways to entertain yourself tonight.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-4170971510599514561?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/4170971510599514561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=4170971510599514561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4170971510599514561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/4170971510599514561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/hosting-state-of-union-party-drinking.html' title='Hosting a State of the Union Party: Drinking Games and What to Do While You Suffer through the Speech'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-188622163422875172</id><published>2007-01-23T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:27:55.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly blondes'/><title type='text'>It’s a bra! It’s an eyepatch! It’s a bra! It’s an eyepatch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;Every so often, the fashion world turns very practical.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With this “creation” unveiled in Paris this week, women have all kinds of flexibility.  They have a bra, a blindfold, an eyepatch, a toga… Probably even a &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonder_Woman"&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; outfit, if they fold it the right way. What other designer lets you go from pirate to super-hero without even packing an overnight bag?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;FROM BLOG: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.blogburst.com/v1.0/ShowPost.aspx?postid=B70KoX6PLpUxCzCdsAPGfPiHUCz99xpiA0rs3RB3qUn3oDkFpY&amp;blogid=B9Jnc64dJdp91mqgRrEUNsR&amp;amp;apiKey=B9PmbFGrmFQSzBYKI1EqsYwN&amp;type=blog" target="_blank"&gt;Reuters Oddly Enough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - It's news, but not, you know, the important kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 311px;" title="tuesdayfashion.jpg" alt="tuesdayfashion.jpg" src="http://api.blogburst.com/ImageProxy.ashx?url=http%3a%2f%2fblogs.reuters.com%2fwp-content%2fuploads%2f2007%2f01%2ftuesdayfashion.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-188622163422875172?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/188622163422875172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=188622163422875172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/188622163422875172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/188622163422875172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-bra-its-eyepatch-its-bra-its.html' title='It’s a bra! It’s an eyepatch! It’s a bra! It’s an eyepatch!'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-2858187724723808008</id><published>2007-01-22T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:47:26.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake news'/><title type='text'>Courage award for man who threw out old computer cables</title><content type='html'>A Guildford man has been honoured in the People’s Courage Awards for 2006 for showing ‘outstanding bravery and strength of character’ in throwing out a number of old computer cables, even though he could not remember where they came from and could not be certain that one of them might not come in handy again at some point in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsbiscuit.com/article/courage-award-for-man-who-threw-out-old-computer-cables"&gt;More info here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This seems to be the British equivalent of The Onion.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-2858187724723808008?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/2858187724723808008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=2858187724723808008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2858187724723808008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/2858187724723808008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/guildford-man-has-been-honoured-in.html' title='Courage award for man who threw out old computer cables'/><author><name>AiYume</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajKTO-0FGro/SMf7cOH7bLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ac0sLe_P3Oo/S220/AiYumeByRachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-6519225258685821614</id><published>2007-01-19T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T11:33:11.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcomics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mohammed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious-humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Jesus and Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jesusandmo.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 440px;" src="http://jesusandmo.net/strips/2007-01-18.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-6519225258685821614?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/6519225258685821614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=6519225258685821614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6519225258685821614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/6519225258685821614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/jesus-and-mo.html' title='Jesus and Mo'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-5058022087581261114</id><published>2007-01-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:41:00.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taglines'/><title type='text'>Gwenny's Fav Taglines, Episode I</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's a thankless job      but I've got a lot of karma to burn off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do I set a laser      printer to stun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm out of my mind, but      feel free to leave a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll try being nicer      if you will try being smarter. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm really easy to get      along with once you people learn to worship me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Good health is really      just the slowest way to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you only do what you      have always done, you will only get what you have always gotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If your flirtations cause      injury, you're probably a Klingon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If life was fair, Elvis      would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Carson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jesus saves, Allah forgives,      Cthulhu thinks you'd make a nice sandwich. Why settle for a lesser evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The day I worry about      cleaning my house is the day Sears comes out with a riding vacuum cleaner.      - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roseanne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause of death: Natural      selection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I like my men like my      coffee: hot, sweet, strong and rich. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gtp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m an agnostic      pagan...I doubt the existence of many gods.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's great to have pagan      friends. They worship the ground you walk on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Virginity is not lost--it's      invested. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The problem with the      gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hard work pays off in      the future. Laziness pays off now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If little girls are made      of sugar and spice why do they taste like tuna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry, my fault...I forgot      you're stupid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gtp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you believe in love      at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have ESP, PMS, and      a GUN. . .don't even THINK about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you like my bumper,      you'll love my headlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry I missed church;      but I've been busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't bother me I'm running      out of places to hide the bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eagles may soar but weasles      don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You've been a bad boy      - Go to MY room!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1549588879240384404-5058022087581261114?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/5058022087581261114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=5058022087581261114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5058022087581261114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/5058022087581261114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/gwennys-fav-taglines-episode-i.html' title='Gwenny&apos;s Fav Taglines, Episode I'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1549588879240384404.post-7525088870930374764</id><published>2007-01-17T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:06:27.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd-news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chimps'/><title type='text'>Surprise birth has chimp sanctuary checking vasectomies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/Ra6usWFbt6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZaryjnPet8/s1600-h/chimps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/Ra6usWFbt6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZaryjnPet8/s320/chimps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021142711430526882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cnnSCHeadlineArea"&gt;&lt;a name="ContentArea"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- date --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cnnSCContentColumn"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHREVEPORT, Louisiana&lt;/b&gt; (AP) -- A female chimpanzee at a sanctuary has  given birth, despite the fact that the facility's entire male chimp population  has had vasectomies. &lt;p&gt;Now managers at Chimp Haven are planning a paternity test for the seven males  who lived in a group with Teresa, a wild-born chimpanzee in her late 40s who had  the baby girl last week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Workers have started collecting hair samples from the chimps for testing.  Once they identify the father, it's back to the operating room for him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chimp Haven managers said they knew something was up when Teresa was missing  during morning rounds on January 8. Later in the day, she appeared with a  newborn chimpanzee in her arms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Well, we were all just a little bit surprised when we heard the news," said  Linda Brent, a spokeswoman for Chimp Haven.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The baby chimpanzee was named Tracy and she and her mother are doing fine,  Brent said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Teresa had 10 other offspring before retiring to Chimp Haven over a year ago.  This is her first baby in 13 years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's also the first chimpanzee born at the sanctuary although officials there  hope there will be no more accidents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chimp Haven provides long-term care for chimpanzees who are no longer needed  for laboratory research. It was established by a group of primatologists and is  located on 200 forested acres about 20 miles southwest of Shreveport. The first  chimpanzee residents began arriving in 2005, according to the sanctuary's Web  site.&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/1549588879240384404-7525088870930374764?l=gtp-odd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/feeds/7525088870930374764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1549588879240384404&amp;postID=7525088870930374764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7525088870930374764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1549588879240384404/posts/default/7525088870930374764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gtp-odd.blogspot.com/2007/01/surprise-birth-has-chimp-sanctuary.html' title='Surprise birth has chimp sanctuary checking vasectomies'/><author><name>Gwenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06775001225610891665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/So3wXYhzQnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/AV5OdOJ1caE/S220/yolsm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nCFW2Fp4jc/Ra6usWFbt6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZaryjnPet8/s72-c/chimps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
