<?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-14409632</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:53:08.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopity Doo</title><subtitle type='html'>Humor, entertainment, reviews, jokes, games, hobbies, and things to keep you occupied for hours.  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Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112632344956661317?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112632344956661317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112632344956661317' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112632344956661317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112632344956661317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Did you ever Wonder?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-8034836626445541162</id><published>2009-03-24T14:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:45:00.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/SckqBe07ySI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0j4ZCkZhwy8/s1600-h/rubberDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/SckqBe07ySI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0j4ZCkZhwy8/s200/rubberDuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316827040030902562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;A duck hunter was out enjoying a nice morning on the marsh when he decided to take a leak.... He walked over to a tree and propped up his gun. Just then a gust of wind blew, the gun fell over, and discharged... shooting him in the genitals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;Several hours later, lying in a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237920057_0"&gt;hospital bed&lt;/span&gt;, he was approached by his doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;'Well sir, I have some good news and some &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237920057_1"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt;.  The good news is that you are going to be OK. The damage was local to your groin, there was very little internal damage, and we were able to remove all of the buckshot.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;'What's the bad news?' asked the hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;'The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your cock. I'm going to have to refer you to my sister.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;'Oh well, I guess that isn't too bad,' the hunter replied.  'Is your sister a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1237920057_2"&gt;plastic surgeon&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;'Not exactly.' answered the doctor. 'She's a flute player in the local symphony, and she's going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don't pee in your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-8034836626445541162?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8034836626445541162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=8034836626445541162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8034836626445541162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8034836626445541162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/duck-hunter.html' title='Duck Hunter'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/SckqBe07ySI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0j4ZCkZhwy8/s72-c/rubberDuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115341047804625296</id><published>2007-08-27T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:03:37.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A loving Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/cell%20phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/cell%20phone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the&lt;br /&gt;hands free speaker-function and begins to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful&lt;br /&gt;leather coat. It'sonly $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Sure, ..go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership&lt;br /&gt;and saw the new 2006 models. I saw one I really liked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "$60,000"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the&lt;br /&gt;options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing .... The house&lt;br /&gt;we wanted last year is back on the market. They're&lt;br /&gt;asking $950,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer,&lt;br /&gt;but just offer 900,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Bye, I love you, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up. The other men in the locker&lt;br /&gt;room are looking at him in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks: "Anyone know who this phone belongs to?"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115341047804625296?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115341047804625296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115341047804625296' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115341047804625296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115341047804625296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/loving-husband.html' title='A loving Husband'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115016862516976812</id><published>2007-08-26T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:46:40.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind as a Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/blind_bat_toon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/blind_bat_toon.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't see squat when it's dark. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; also have a bad back, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; I need to be careful about stubbing my toe because when I do I pretty much go down like an oak. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;degenerative disc disease in my lumbar vertebrae&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;pretty cautious about where I'm stepping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There comes times when I'm put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; into a situation where I've got to walk when it's really dark out. I hate the feeling going through my mind. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; makes me really nervous, because if I step on something wrong, or unexpected, or stub my toe, it's like a brief moment of paralysis in my legs, and I just go down. It seems like it all happens in slow motion, but I can't do anything to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/ELDERLY_LADY_WITH_CANE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/ELDERLY_LADY_WITH_CANE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;When it's dark out and I'm not sure of my footing, or if it's an unfamiliar surface, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; inch along like an elderly woman with a cane. It's really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time my wife and I (engaged at the time) were coming back from going out. I had a fountain soda with me and we were going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; watch a movie. I was all excited about having a 44 oz. soda to drink. We got to her place and headed inside, only the outside light was off. I forgot about the long first step and stubbed my foot on it, thinking they were closer to the door. On my way down I exclaimed, "My pop!" I tried to hang onto it, but it spilled all over the steps. She thought it was pretty funny. I did too, later, but I was trying to avoid landing on my chin at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/surg25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/surg25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get one of those lights on my keychain again.  I feel like a complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; idiot when I'm out and it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord is revamping the building right now and the outside lights have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; shut off for 3 weeks. There's no light out there at all. I've reminded him a few times that they're still off, but he needs a sticky note or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this fact with you.  Anyone else have the same problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115016862516976812?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115016862516976812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115016862516976812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115016862516976812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115016862516976812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/blind-as-bat.html' title='Blind as a Bat'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-7574196254674673347</id><published>2007-08-24T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:00:51.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; height: 1em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1188010811_0"&gt;Crawford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (AP) --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 26th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A tragic flood this morning destroyed the personal library of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;" id="lw_1188010811_1"&gt;President George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The flood began in the presidential bathroom where both of his books were kept. Both of the books have now been lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A presidential spokesperson said the President was devastated, as he had almost finished coloring the second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;" id="lw_1188010811_2"&gt;The White House&lt;/span&gt; tried to call &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;" id="lw_1188010811_3"&gt;FEMA&lt;/span&gt;, but there was no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-7574196254674673347?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7574196254674673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=7574196254674673347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7574196254674673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7574196254674673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/flood-damage.html' title='Flood Damage'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114282903273085189</id><published>2007-08-23T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:47:32.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Convict on the Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/esc-con.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/esc-con.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;An escaped convict, imprisoned for 1st degree murder, had spent 25 years of his life sentence in prison. While on the run, he broke into a house and tied up a young couple who had been sleeping in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tied the man to a chair on one side of the room and his wife on the bed. He got on the bed right over the woman, and it appeared he was kissing her neck. Suddenly he got up and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as possible the husband made his way across the room to his bride, his chair in tow, and whispered, "Honey, this guy hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw him kissing your neck and then he left in a hurry. Just cooperate and do anything he wants. If he wants to have sex with you, just go along with it and pretend you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Whatever you do don't fight him or make him mad. Our lives depend on it!. Be strong and I     love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spitting out the gag in her mouth, the half naked wife says "Dear, I'm so relieved you feel that way. You're right, he hasn't seen a woman in years, but he wasn't kissing my neck.... He was whispering in my ear. He said he thinks you're really cute and asked if we kept the Vaseline in the bathroom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be strong and I love you, too.&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/14409632-114282903273085189?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114282903273085189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114282903273085189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114282903273085189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114282903273085189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/convict-on-run.html' title='Convict on the Run'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112359982922714912</id><published>2007-08-19T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:13:12.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/elderly_couple_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/elderly_couple_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at the doctor's, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory. After checking the couple out, the doctor tells them that they were physically okay but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them remember things. The couple thanked the doctor and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night while watching TV, the old man got up from his chair and his wife asks, "Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "To the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asks him, "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "No, I can remember that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then says, "Well I also would like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down cause I know you'll forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Well I also would like whipped cream on top. I know you will forget that so you better write it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With irritation in his voice, he says, "I don't need to write that down I can remember that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then fumes into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes he returns from the kitchen and hands her a plate of bacon and eggs. She stares at the plate for a moment and says, "You forgot my toast."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112359982922714912?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112359982922714912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112359982922714912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112359982922714912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112359982922714912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/memory-problems.html' title='Memory Problems'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114317526212520232</id><published>2007-08-16T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:12:34.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/golfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/golfer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The homicide detective asks, "Sir, is     that your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Yes." &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hit her with that golf club?" &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes, I did." The man stifles a sob, drops the club,  and puts his     hands on his head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times did you hit her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"I don't know. Five, six, seven.....Put me down for a five." &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/14409632-114317526212520232?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114317526212520232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114317526212520232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114317526212520232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114317526212520232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/golfer.html' title='The Golfer'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-116576929780839876</id><published>2007-08-12T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:12:24.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures taken from the right angle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/928385/pic02995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/841247/pic02995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/422950/pic03902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/351170/pic03902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/113557/pic11942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/560487/pic11942.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/924112/pic09961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/565141/pic09961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/40441/pic32391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/977533/pic32391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/393972/pic00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/402267/pic00153.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/14409632-116576929780839876?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116576929780839876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=116576929780839876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116576929780839876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116576929780839876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-taken-from-right-angle.html' title='Pictures taken from the right angle'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114108515226127081</id><published>2007-08-06T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:37:19.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye for an eye, a cheek for a cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/asim0002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/asim0002.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; come from his buttocks. The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; about where the skin came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty! One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek&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/14409632-114108515226127081?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114108515226127081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114108515226127081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114108515226127081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114108515226127081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/eye-for-eye-cheek-for-cheek.html' title='An eye for an eye, a cheek for a cheek'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-4621085745162933474</id><published>2007-06-21T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:19:56.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old enough to start Cussing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Two brothers were getting dressed for school. The older one says,"I think I'm old enough to start cussing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger one, "Me too. Whatcha gonna say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older boy,"Dad says 'damn' a lot, so that's what I'll say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger boy, "I'm gonna say 'betchyer ass',Dad says that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go down for breakfast, sit at the table. Mom comes in, says to the older one,"What would you like for breakfast dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Gimme a damn bowl of Fruit Loops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom knocks older son off his chair, turns to younger one,"And what would YOU like for breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger son, "Betcher ass I don't want Fruit Loops!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-4621085745162933474?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4621085745162933474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=4621085745162933474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/4621085745162933474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/4621085745162933474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-enough-to-start-cussing.html' title='Old enough to start Cussing'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-8545687632561904261</id><published>2007-05-31T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:25:09.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A woman walks into a tattoo parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you do custom work?' she asks the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why of course!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good. I'd like a portrait of Robert Redford on the inside of my right thigh, and a portrait of Paul Newman on the inside of my left thigh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem,' says the artist. 'Strip from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOufEWBIrI/AAAAAAAAABI/-tRIYjmX0zs/s1600-h/mom+tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOufEWBIrI/AAAAAAAAABI/-tRIYjmX0zs/s320/mom+tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067585854487208626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;waist down and get upon the table.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of hard work, the artist finishes. The woman sits up and examines the tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That doesn't look like them!' she complains loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes it does,' the artist says indignantly, 'and I can prove it.' With that, he runs out of the shop and grabs the first man off the street he can find; it happens to be the town drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, what do you think?' the woman asks, spreading her legs. 'Do you know who these men are?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk studies the tattoos for a couple of minutes and says.'I'm not sure who the guys on either side are, but the fellow in the middle is definitely Willie Nelson!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-8545687632561904261?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8545687632561904261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=8545687632561904261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8545687632561904261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8545687632561904261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/tattoo-me.html' title='Tattoo Me'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOufEWBIrI/AAAAAAAAABI/-tRIYjmX0zs/s72-c/mom+tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-8469454822036677495</id><published>2007-05-25T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:14:44.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rldfv0WBItI/AAAAAAAAABY/ki6W3dUDWbM/s1600-h/quartz-crystal-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rldfv0WBItI/AAAAAAAAABY/ki6W3dUDWbM/s200/quartz-crystal-ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068625180738265810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There was once a clairvoyant little boy, who could foresee the future.One night while saying his prayers, the little boy was heard to finish,"God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma, goodbye Grandpa."The next day his grandfather dropped dead of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, the little boy was praying, "God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, goodbye Grandma." The next day his poor grandmother was hit by a bus while crossing the street -- she never felt a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so later, the little boy was praying and said, "God blessMommy, goodbye Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father panicked. He had himself driven, very carefully and slowly, to work, by an armed guard in an armored security truck he hired. He couldn't concentrate, however, thinking about those words,"Goodbye Daddy." He finally came home early, but very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was met at the front door by his wife, who said, "What do you think happened today, dear? The most awful thing -- the milkman dropped dead on the back porch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-8469454822036677495?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8469454822036677495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=8469454822036677495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8469454822036677495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/8469454822036677495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/psychic-child.html' title='Psychic Child'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rldfv0WBItI/AAAAAAAAABY/ki6W3dUDWbM/s72-c/quartz-crystal-ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-7376588342407356109</id><published>2007-05-23T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:13:28.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack or Barb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOvEEWBIsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/337WLxVeJQg/s1600-h/acme_body_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOvEEWBIsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/337WLxVeJQg/s200/acme_body_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067586490142368450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" size="4"&gt; Dave was the vice-president of ACME inc. One day the president,Mr. Smith called him into his office.He told Dave that they had to make some cutbacks and either Jack or Barb would have to be laid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave looked at mr Smith and said " Barb is my best worker, butJack has a wife and three kids. I don't know who to fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you what to do. Fire the first one of them who comes in to work tomorrow" Mr. Smith replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Dave waited for either Jack or Barb to show up.Barb was the first to arrive. Dave said to her "Barb I've got a problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? What's wrong?" Barb replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you see, I've got to lay you or Jack off and I don't know what to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barb replied, "Jack off! I've got a headache."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-7376588342407356109?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7376588342407356109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=7376588342407356109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7376588342407356109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7376588342407356109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/jack-or-barb.html' title='Jack or Barb'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/RlOvEEWBIsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/337WLxVeJQg/s72-c/acme_body_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115897163586349567</id><published>2007-05-23T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:43:36.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 302</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Anyone who has ever had a loved one in the hospital will enjoy this:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;A woman called a local hospital . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Hello.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could you connect me to the person who gives information about patients?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'd like to find out if a patient is getting better, doing as expected or getting worse." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The voice on the other end said, "What is the patient's name and room number?"&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Sarah Finkel, room 302."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"I’ll connect you with the nursing station . . . . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"3-A&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nursing Station. How can I help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"I'd like to know the condition of Sarah Finkel in room 302."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Just a moment, let me look at her records. Mrs. Finkel is doing very well. In fact, she's had two full meals, her blood pressure is fine, she is to be taken off the heart monitor in a couple of hours and, if she continues this improvement, Dr. Cohen is going to send her home Tuesday at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;."&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The woman said, "What a relief! Oh, that's fantastic . . . that's wonderful news!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The nurse said, "From your enthusiasm, I take it you are a close family member or a very close friend!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Neither!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I AM Sarah Finkel in 302! Nobody here tells me crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115897163586349567?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115897163586349567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115897163586349567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115897163586349567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115897163586349567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/room-302.html' title='Room 302'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112368024022195734</id><published>2007-05-22T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:43:01.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/2004-10-jumping3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/2004-10-jumping3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting her children to bed, a mother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. At last she threw a towel around her head &amp;amp; stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she left the room, she heard her three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112368024022195734?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112368024022195734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112368024022195734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112368024022195734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112368024022195734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/whos-that.html' title='Who&apos;s That?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-415384729089380343</id><published>2007-03-19T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:04:19.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their 8-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An ambulance just drove by." A few moments later, "Looks like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;'s have company," he called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Matt's riding a new bike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, "Looks like the Sanders are moving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jason is on his skate board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more moments, "The Coopers are having sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, his mother and dad shot up in bed. Dad cautiously called out, "How do you know they are having sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-415384729089380343?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/415384729089380343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=415384729089380343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/415384729089380343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/415384729089380343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/popsicle.html' title='Popsicle'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112229224350928418</id><published>2007-03-14T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:39:49.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so he decided to take them to the county fair and sell them. At the fair, he met another farmer who owned five male pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers lived sixty miles apart. So they agreed to drive thirty miles each, and find a field in which to let the pigs mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 a.m., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, which was the only vehicle he had, and drove the thirty miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, "How will I know if they are pregnant?" The other farmer replied, "If they're in the grass in the morning, they're pregnant, if they're in the mud, they're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the pigs were rolling in the mud. So the farmer hosed off the pigs, loaded them into the family station wagon again and proceeded to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued each morning for more  than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning the farmer was so tired, he couldn't get out of bed. He called to his wife, "Honey, please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the grass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither," yelled his wife, "they're in  the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112229224350928418?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112229224350928418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112229224350928418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112229224350928418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112229224350928418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/five-pigs.html' title='Five Pigs'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-6370928580751055873</id><published>2007-03-02T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:21:13.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys at Home Depot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Two guys, one old and one young, are pushing their carts around Home Depot when they collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy says to the young guy, "Sorry about that. I'm looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The young guy says, "That's OK. It's a coincidence. I'm looking for my wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy says, "Well, maybe we can help each other. What does your wife look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young guy says, "Well, she is 24 yrs old, tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, big boobs, and she's wearing tight white shorts, a halter top and no bra. What does your wife look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy says, "Doesn't matter --- let's look for yours."&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/14409632-6370928580751055873?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6370928580751055873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=6370928580751055873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/6370928580751055873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/6370928580751055873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/guys-at-home-depot.html' title='Guys at Home Depot'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-7861753666913265395</id><published>2007-03-01T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:48:18.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Doctor in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;A Doctor in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="lw_1172028901_0"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; wanted to get off work and go hunting, so he told his assistant "&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Ya&lt;/span&gt; Ole, I am going hunting tomorrow and we don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of our &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;patients"."Yes&lt;/span&gt;, sir..." answers Ole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;The doctor goes hunting and returns the next day and asks: "So Ole, how was your day?"  Ole tells him he took care of 3 patients.  The first one had a headache so I gave him TYLENOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"Bravo &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt; Ole, and the second one?" says the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"The second one had stomach burning and I gave him MAALOX, sir" says Ole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"Bravo, bravo Ole! You're good at this and what; about the third one?" asks the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door opens and a woman enters like a flame, she undresses herself, taking off her bra and her panties and lies down on the table spread her legs and shouts:  HELP ME! For 5 years I have not seen any man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;And what did you do Ole?" asks the doctor.  "I put eye drops in her eyes."&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/14409632-7861753666913265395?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7861753666913265395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=7861753666913265395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7861753666913265395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/7861753666913265395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/doctor-in-minnesota.html' title='A Doctor in Minnesota'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-2962157619469678932</id><published>2007-02-25T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:14:57.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu_d1jHc4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AvsSYKmw-7U/s1600-h/barber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu_d1jHc4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AvsSYKmw-7U/s320/barber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033827527828140930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;A man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;went to a barber for a trim and a shave. While the barber was lathering the man up for his shave, the man told the barber that he always has a hard time getting a close shave on his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber pulled a small wooden ball out of this cabinet drawer. "Place this ball between your cheek and gum on the right side and I can give you a close shave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man did this, and the barber shaved the right side of his face.  "Wow!" exclaimed the man, "that is great!" He put the ball in the left side of his mouth, in anticipation of the barber's next move and with muffled voice asked, "&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; happens if I &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;accidentowy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;swawo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;baw&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber said, "Just bring it back tomorrow. That's what most guys do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-2962157619469678932?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2962157619469678932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=2962157619469678932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/2962157619469678932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/2962157619469678932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/barber.html' title='The Barber'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu_d1jHc4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/AvsSYKmw-7U/s72-c/barber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-5922821649319162115</id><published>2007-02-22T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:15:28.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorced Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu9h1jHc3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZrW4MHkb0XY/s1600-h/barbie-bag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu9h1jHc3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZrW4MHkb0XY/s320/barbie-bag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033825397524362098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:teal;"   &gt;One day a father gets out of work and on his way home he remembers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:teal;"   &gt;that it's his daughter's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls over to a toy store and asks the salesperson, "How much is the Barbie on the display window?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson answers, "Which one? We have: Work out Barbie for $19.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Shopping Barbie for $19.95 Beach Barbie for $19.95 Disco Barbie for $19.95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced Barbie for $265.95"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazed father asks:&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.95 and all the others only $19.95?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson annoyingly answers :&lt;br /&gt;"Sir..., "Divorced Barbie comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:teal;"   &gt;with:&lt;br /&gt;Ken's Car, Ken's House, Ken's Boat, Ken's Furniture, Ken's Computer and... one of Ken's Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-5922821649319162115?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5922821649319162115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=5922821649319162115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/5922821649319162115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/5922821649319162115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/divorced-barbie.html' title='Divorced Barbie'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu9h1jHc3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZrW4MHkb0XY/s72-c/barbie-bag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-9135520141087435791</id><published>2007-02-21T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:39:52.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Trust a Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mildred, 93, was despond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ent over the recent d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;eath of her husband Earl, so she decided to just kill her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;self and join him in death. Thinking it would be best to get it over with &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;quickly,&lt;/span&gt; she took out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Earl's old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart since it was so badly broken in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to learn her heart's exact location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Since you're a woman," the doctor said, "your heart is just below your left breast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why do you ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She hung up without answering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu8rFjHc2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/MGElnZGItHA/s1600-h/show_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu8rFjHc2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/MGElnZGItHA/s320/show_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033824456926524258" 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/14409632-9135520141087435791?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135520141087435791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=9135520141087435791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/9135520141087435791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/9135520141087435791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-trust-doctor.html' title='Never Trust a Doctor'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu8rFjHc2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/MGElnZGItHA/s72-c/show_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-2788225311163839996</id><published>2007-02-20T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:20:37.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu6dFjHc1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FI7JsZtLcBQ/s1600-h/elderlyCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu6dFjHc1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FI7JsZtLcBQ/s320/elderlyCouple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033822017385100114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This elderly couple is watching one of those television  preachers on TV one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher faces the camera, and announces, "My  friends, I'd like to share my healing powers with everyone watching this  program.  Place one hand on top of your TV &amp; the other hand on the part of  your body which ails you &amp;amp; I will heal you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman has been having  terrible stomach problems, so she places one hand on the television, and her  other hand on her stomach. Meanwhile, her husband approaches the television,  placing one hand on top of the TV and his other hand on his groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a frown  his wife says, "Ernest, he's talking about healing the sick, not raising the  dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-2788225311163839996?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2788225311163839996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=2788225311163839996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/2788225311163839996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/2788225311163839996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/healer.html' title='The Healer'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eZ1Kenz-t8s/Rdu6dFjHc1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FI7JsZtLcBQ/s72-c/elderlyCouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114262094662403924</id><published>2007-02-17T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:22:27.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got stung for the first time when I was about 10, and I think the incident scarred me for years. My family and I were out on a hike with some friends of theirs. We were walking and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/fearofbees_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/fearofbees_lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yellowjacket somehow flew up my pantleg and stung me on the back of the leg. Well I went into&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a panic attack and spazzed. I know better now, but that was not the thing to do. Being Mama's little boy still, she whipped off my pants and put some mud on it, right in front of their friends. I&lt;/span&gt; wonder if they remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A neighbor and I used to play sports together all the time. In the summer, winter, spring and fall you would have probably seen us shooting hoops, fielding groundballs, or tossing the pigskin around. IN the summer was the time of year when you could also see us running inside to get away from a bee. I know I probably brought the fear onto him, but he caught on quick. "A bee, a bee!!" Inside we usually did manage to get a glass of Kool-Aid, so we made it a habit. Thinking back to that, I find it hilarious that I would pretty much freak out when I saw anything flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I currently am not quite that scared of them, but I still avoid getting near them if I have the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've gotten stung in some pretty funny ways as well. One time I was riding my bike and I got stung right on the inside of my leg near my crotch. Talk about a sudden burst of pain, and in that area. I lost focus on the driving and steered right into the bushes on the side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/lunar%20hornet%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/lunar%20hornet%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Golfing, what a great sport. I've been stung twice golfing. One of the incidents would probably be one of my brother-in-law's funniest moments. We teed of on number 4 and as we were approaching the green the ranger told us to "be careful about a hornet's nest on the side of the green on the next hole. Someone had hit the nest or the tree it's in and they're mad!" We tee of on number 5 and I hit my second shot just right of the green. Of course that's where the nest was near. I run over to my ball and was going to play it quick and there were hornets zooming all around. As soon as I was about to hit the ball one stung me on the calf. I jumped away and high-stepped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/wild_bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/wild_bee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;across the green, to his amusement. I didn't get stung any more, but that sure got my adrenaline pumping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been stung several other times in my life.  I've never been stung multiple times at once though, thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=12319"&gt;apiphobia&lt;/a&gt;, or melissophobia, although it has gotten better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114262094662403924?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114262094662403924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114262094662403924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114262094662403924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114262094662403924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/bees.html' title='Bees!!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112498648242524845</id><published>2007-02-15T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:14:46.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving The Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;     Giving The Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, See, we can still pluck yew! "PLUCK YEW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually hanged to a labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird." IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And yew thought yew knew everything!&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/14409632-112498648242524845?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112498648242524845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112498648242524845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112498648242524845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112498648242524845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2005/08/giving-finger.html' title='Giving The Finger'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114091372288013939</id><published>2007-01-15T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:35:49.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men on the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an&lt;br /&gt;animated conversation. The lady sitting next to them ignores them at&lt;br /&gt;first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the&lt;br /&gt;following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/two-men.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/two-men.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Emma come first,&lt;br /&gt;Den I come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Den two asses come together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I come once-a-more,&lt;br /&gt;Two asses, they come together again,&lt;br /&gt;I come again and pee twice,&lt;br /&gt;Then I come one lasta time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly.&lt;br /&gt;"In this country we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex&lt;br /&gt;lives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, coola down lady," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who talkin' abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell "Mississippi'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114091372288013939?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114091372288013939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114091372288013939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114091372288013939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114091372288013939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/men-on-bus.html' title='Men on the bus'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-116658743065262442</id><published>2006-12-19T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:03:50.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmas Don't Know Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Tony was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her, "Grandma, what is that called when two people are sleeping in the same room and one is on top of the other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was a little taken aback, but decided to tell him the truth. "It's called sexual intercourse, darling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Tony just said, "Oh, OK" and went back outside to talk and play with the other kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: navy; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Grandma, it is not called sexual intercourse! It's called Bunk Beds and Jimmy's Mom wants to talk to you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-116658743065262442?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116658743065262442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=116658743065262442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116658743065262442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116658743065262442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/grandmas-dont-know-everything.html' title='Grandmas Don&apos;t Know Everything'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-116576878074344650</id><published>2006-12-10T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:39:40.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret to a Long Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;With a couple celebrating their 50th anniversary at the church's marriage marathon, the minister asked Brother Ralph to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he managed to live with the same woman all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The husband replied to the audience, "Well, I treated her with respect, spent money on her, but mostly I took her traveling on special occasions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The minister inquired trips to where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"For our 25th anniversary, I took her to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1165768741_0"&gt;Beijing, China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The minister then said, "What a terrific example you are to all husbands, Ralph. Please tell the audience what you're going to do for your wife on your 50th anniversary?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Brother Ralph: "I'm going to go get her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-116576878074344650?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116576878074344650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=116576878074344650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116576878074344650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116576878074344650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/secret-to-long-marriage.html' title='Secret to a Long Marriage'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114627973361760373</id><published>2006-12-01T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:52:45.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poker Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/poker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Six, retired Floridians, play high stakes     poker in the condo clubhouse. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A member of the group,     Meier, loses $5000 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five continue playing standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finkelstein looks around and asks, "So, who's gonna' tell his wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They draw straws. Goldberg picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, not to make a bad situation any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Discreet? I'm the most discreet person you'll ever meet. Discretion is my middle     name....leave it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goldberg goes over to the Meier apartment, and knocks on the door. The wife answers and     asks what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goldberg declares, "Your husband just lost $5000 playing poker, and is afraid to come     home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Tell him to drop dead!" says the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I'll go tell him." says Goldberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114627973361760373?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114627973361760373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114627973361760373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114627973361760373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114627973361760373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/poker-game.html' title='The Poker Game'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-116439029700685815</id><published>2006-11-24T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:44:57.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/1600/995172/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/339/1028/320/78676/ShowLetter.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/14409632-116439029700685815?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116439029700685815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=116439029700685815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116439029700685815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/116439029700685815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112759553956284654</id><published>2006-11-15T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:54:45.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Stripper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I found this on the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my friends and I went to a Ladies Night Club. One of the girls wanted to impress the rest of us, so she pulled out a $10 bill. When the male dancer came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/stripper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/stripper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; over to us, my friend licked the $10 bill and stuck it to his butt cheek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, another friend pulls out a $20 bill. She calls the guy back over, licks the $20 bill, and sticks it to his other butt cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another attempt to impress the rest of us, my third friend pulls out a $50 bill and calls the guy over, and licks the bill. I'm worried about the way things are going, but fortunately she just stuck it to one of his butt cheeks, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relief was short lived. Seeing the way things are going, the guy gyrates over to me! Now everyone's attention is focused on me, and the guy's egging me on to try to top the $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was churning as I reached for my wallet. What could I do? Then the marketer in me took over! I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his ass, grabbed the 80 bucks, and went home. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112759553956284654?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112759553956284654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112759553956284654' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112759553956284654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112759553956284654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/male-stripper.html' title='Male Stripper'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112957452756303631</id><published>2006-10-19T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:23:48.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man comes     into the ER and yells, "My wife is going to have her baby in the cab!"  I     grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off     her underwear. Suddenly, I noticed that there are several cabs and I was in the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At the beginning of my shift, I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf     female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed. "Yes,     they used to be," the patient said sadly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of     a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to     the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was performing a complete physical, including the visual acuity test. I placed the     patient twenty feet from the chart and began, "Cover your right eye with your     hand." He read the 20/20 line perfectly. "Now your left." Again, a flawless     read. "Now both," I requested. There was silence. He couldn't even read the     large E on the top line. I turned and discovered that he had done exactly what I had     asked. He was standing there with both his eyes covered. I was laughing too hard to finish     the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed his     doctor that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one?"     asked the doctor. "The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours     and now I'm running out of places to put it!" The doctor had him quickly undress and     discovered what he hoped he wouldn't see: The man had over fifty patches on his body. Now,     the instructions also include removal of the old patch before applying a new one. And you     always wondered why instructions always seemed to state the obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been     bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered, "Why, not for about     twenty years, when my husband was alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was caring for a woman from Kentucky and asked, "So how's your breakfast this     morning?" "It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get     used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman     produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And of course, the best is saved for last. A lady walked into a pharmacy and spoke to the     pharmacist. She asked, "Do you have Viagra?" "Yes," he answered. She     asked, "Does it work?" "Yes," he answered. "Can you get it over     the counter?" she asked. "I can if I take two," he answered.&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/14409632-112957452756303631?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112957452756303631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112957452756303631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112957452756303631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112957452756303631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/medical-humor.html' title='Medical Humor'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114161822297276792</id><published>2006-10-15T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:51:36.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beans, Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Once upon a time there lived a woman who had a maddening passion for baked beans. She loved them but unfortunately they had always had a very embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Then one day she met a guy and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry she thought to herself, " He is so sweet and gentlemanly, he would never go for this carrying on." So she made the supreme sacrifice, and gave up the beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Some months later, her car broke down on the way home from work. Since she lived in the country she called her husband and told him that she would be late because she had to walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;On her way she passed a small diner and the odor of the baked beans was more than she could stand. Since she still had miles to walk, she figured that she would walk off any ill effects by the time she reached home. So, she stopped at the diner and before she knew it, she had consumed three large orders of baked beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;All the way home she putt-putted. And upon arriving home she felt reasonably sure she could control it. Her husband seemed excited to see her and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling, I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded her and led her to her chair at the table. She seated herself and just as he was about to remove the blindfold from his wife, the telephone rang. He made her promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned. He then went to answer the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The baked beans she had consumed were still affecting her and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable, so while her husband was out of the room she seized the opportunity, shifted her weight to one leg and let it go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of pulpwood mill. She took her napkin and fanned the air around her vigorously. Then, she shifted to the other cheek and ripped three more, which reminded her of cooked cabbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Keeping her ears tuned to the conversation in the other room, she went on like this for another ten minutes. When the phone farewells signaled the end of her freedom, she fanned the air a few more times with her napkin, placed it on her lap and folded her hands upon it, smiling contentedly to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;She was the picture of innocence when her husband returned, apologizing for taking so long, he asked her if she peeked, and she assured him that she had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and she was surprised!! There were twelve dinner guests seated around the table to wish her a "Happy Birthday"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114161822297276792?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114161822297276792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114161822297276792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114161822297276792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114161822297276792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/beans-beans.html' title='Beans, Beans'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-113935228195685150</id><published>2006-10-09T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:46:22.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/speed-trap.half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/speed-trap.half.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;A police officer had a perfect hiding place for watching for speeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, everyone was under the speed limit, the officer found the problem : a 10 year old boy was standing on the side of the road with a huge hand-painted sign which said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RADAR TRAP AHEAD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more investigative work led the officer to the boy's accomplice, another boy about 100 yards beyond the radar trap with a sign reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TIPS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;  a bucket at his feet, full of change.  $$$  hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-113935228195685150?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113935228195685150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=113935228195685150' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113935228195685150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113935228195685150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/speed-trap.html' title='Speed Trap'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115971352188038691</id><published>2006-10-02T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:15:03.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;Dear Abby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs, the phone rings, but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently, although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work. You don't know them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;I sometimes stay awake to look out for her cab coming home, but she always comes walking up the drive as I hear the sound of a car leaving, around the corner, as if she has gotten out and walked the rest of the way. Why? Maybe she wasn't in a taxi at all? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I once picked up her cell phone, just to see what time it was. This caused her to go completely berserk. She quickly snatched the phone out of my hand and cursed me hysterically, screaming that I should never touch her personal property. She then accused me of trying to spy on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;Anyway, I have never broached the subject with my wife. I think deep down, I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her. I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson Lowrider next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the street around the corner when she came home. It was at that moment, crouching behind my motorcycle that I noticed a small amount of motor oil leaking through the gasket between the rear head and rocker arm cover. So, is this something I can easily repair myself or do you think I should take it back to the dealer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115971352188038691?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115971352188038691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115971352188038691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115971352188038691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115971352188038691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-abby.html' title='Dear Abby'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115971346113646942</id><published>2006-10-01T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:39:10.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Top ten reasons men prefer guns to women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  You can trade an old .44 for a new .22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  You can keep one gun at home and keep another for when you're on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  If you admire a friend's gun, he'll probably let you try it out a few times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your primary gun doesn't mind if you keep another gun for backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Your gun will stay with you, even if you run out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A gun doesn't take up a lot of closet space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Guns function normally, every day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A gun doesn't ask, "Do these new grips make me look fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A gun doesn't mind if you go to sleep after you use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the number 1 reason a gun is favored over women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You can buy a silencer for a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115971346113646942?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115971346113646942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115971346113646942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115971346113646942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115971346113646942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-ten-reasons.html' title='Top Ten Reasons'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115949304718416248</id><published>2006-09-28T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:25:24.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Tap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said "I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The driver replied, "No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault.  Today is my first day driving a cab.  I've been driving a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hearse&lt;/span&gt; for the last 25 years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115949304718416248?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115949304718416248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115949304718416248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115949304718416248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115949304718416248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-tap.html' title='Just a Tap'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112430061228924340</id><published>2006-09-18T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:12:51.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful Naming Your Dog</title><content type='html'>I can't admit I wrote this personally, but I thought it was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Not To Name Your Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who has a dog calls him "Rover" or "Boy." I call mine Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like to have a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like to have one, too." Then I said,"But this is a dog!" He said he didn't care what she looked like. Then I said, "But you don't understand. I've had Sex since I was nine years old." He said I must have been quite a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex. He said every room in the place was for sex. I said, "You don't understand. Sex keeps me awake at night!" The clerk said, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there looking around. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my own tickets. "But you don't understand," I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on TV." He called me a show-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight custody of the dog. I said, "Your honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "Me too." Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me. He said, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that Sex has always been good. One time I was at the park and tied him to a tree while I used the bathroom. When I came back he was gone. I told a lady that was there "I've looked everywhere for Sex, without any luck. Can you help me?" She slapped me in the face, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4:00 in the morning?" I said, "I'm looking for Sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My case comes up Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112430061228924340?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112430061228924340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112430061228924340' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112430061228924340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112430061228924340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-careful-naming-your-dog.html' title='Be Careful Naming Your Dog'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115704021536426925</id><published>2006-08-31T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:03:35.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Domain Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Be careful what you choose for a domain name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;These are all real sites. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Everyone knows that if you are going to operate a business in today's world you need a domain name. It is advisable to look at the domain name selected as other see it and not just as you think it looks. Failure to do this may result in situations such as the following (legitimate) companies who deal in everyday humdrum products and services but clearly didn't give their domain names enough consideration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;1. A site called 'Who Represents' where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Their domain name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;http://www.whorepresents.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at http://www.expertsexchange.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; at http://www.penisland.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at http://www.therapistfinder.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;5. Then of course, there's the Italian Power Generator company? http://www.powergenitalia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;New South Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;: http://www.molestationnursery.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;7. If you're looking for computer software, there's always http://www.ipanywhere.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;8. Welcome to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Cumming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Methodist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;. Their website is http://www.cummingfirst.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;9. Then, of course, &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; these brainless art designers, and their wacky website: http://www.speedofart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;10. Want to holiday in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Lake Tahoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;? Try their brochure website at http://www.gotahoe.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115704021536426925?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115704021536426925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115704021536426925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115704021536426925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115704021536426925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/domain-names.html' title='Domain Names'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115681731018299389</id><published>2006-08-28T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:08:30.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here are some great bumper sticker ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Wrinkled was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stupid &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;people,&lt;/span&gt; and so few asteroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believe generalizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid alliterations always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know When to Say When&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyslexics are teople poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The control key on the keyboard does not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers have feelings too (allegedly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your mark, get set, go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't climb to the top of the food chain to become a vegetarian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Scooby do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not infantile, you stinky poopyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a degree in Liberal Arts - do you want fries with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees and name streets after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a travel agent for guilt trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you weren't asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Me! I'm Changing Lanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I set a laser printer to stun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with the gene pool is that there's no lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age comes at a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just jealous because the voices only talk to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without ME, it's just AWESO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you want to see my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in public schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kid may be an Honor Student, but YOU'RE still an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an IQ test and the results were negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, to blame it on somebody else shows management potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver carries no cash. He's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the idiot behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe everything you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are idiots ... I married their king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth is full. Go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife keeps complaining I never listen to her (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never miss a good opportunity to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't broken, fix it until it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the hokey pokey is really what it's all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115681731018299389?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115681731018299389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115681731018299389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115681731018299389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115681731018299389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115621329122279164</id><published>2006-08-21T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:21:31.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/happyface_golf-ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/happyface_golf-ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Geneva;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;A man entered the bus with both of his front pockets full of golf balls&lt;br /&gt;and sat down next to a beautiful (you guessed it) blonde. The puzzled&lt;br /&gt;blonde kept looking at him and his bulging pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after many such glances from her, he said, "It's golf balls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the blonde continued to look at him for a very long&lt;br /&gt;time, deeply thinking about what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes, not being able to contain her curiosity any&lt;br /&gt;longer, asked, "Does it hurt as much as tennis elbow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115621329122279164?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115621329122279164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115621329122279164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115621329122279164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115621329122279164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/golf-balls.html' title='Golf Balls'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115523434822120950</id><published>2006-08-10T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:25:48.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;A man from Lusk Wyoming tells of meeting an old&lt;br /&gt;Indian who was asked what his wife's name was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wife name 'Three Horse'," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's an unusual name for your wife.  What&lt;br /&gt;does 'Three Horse' actually signify?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an old Indian name for 'Nag, Nag, Nag'."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115523434822120950?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115523434822120950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115523434822120950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115523434822120950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115523434822120950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/indian-name.html' title='Indian Name'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115402202407175590</id><published>2006-07-27T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:41:45.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Brainiacs Only!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;This is a quiz for people who know everything! I found out in a hurry that I didn't. These are not trick questions. They are straight questions with straight answers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answers are in the comments section-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;1. Name the one sport in which neither the spectators nor the participants know the score or the leader until the contest ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons. All other vegetables must be replanted every year. What are the only two perennial vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What fruit has its seeds on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear inside the bottle. The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine; it hasn't been cut in any way. How did the pear get inside the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters "dw" and they are all common words. Name two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar. Can you name at least half of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form except fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with the letter "S."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answers are in the comments section-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115402202407175590?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115402202407175590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115402202407175590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115402202407175590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115402202407175590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-brainiacs-only.html' title='For Brainiacs Only!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112682753948462330</id><published>2006-07-26T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:54:34.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Statues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In a city park stood two statues, one female     and the other male. These two statues faced each other for many years. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Early one morning an angel appeared before the statues and said, "Since the two of you have been exemplary statues and have brought enjoyment to many people, I am giving you your greatest wish. I hereby give you the gift of life. You have 30 minutes to do whatever you desire." And with that command, the statues came to life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The two statues smiled at each other, ran toward some nearby woods and dove behind a couple of bushes. The angel smiled to himself as he listened to the two statues giggling, bushes rustling and twigs snapping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes, the two statues emerged from the bushes, satisfied and smiling. Puzzled, the angel looked at his watch and asked the statues, "You still have 15 minutes. Would you like to continue?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The male statue looked at the female and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Smiling, the female statue said, "Sure. But this time YOU hold the pigeon down and     I'LL poop on its head!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112682753948462330?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112682753948462330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112682753948462330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112682753948462330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112682753948462330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-statues.html' title='Two Statues'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115379501458073630</id><published>2006-07-24T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:11:56.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential IQs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="msonfilteredcenter" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;The Presidential IQ Report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;WASHINGTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; --In a published report, the Lovenstein Institute of Scranton, &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; has detailed findings of a four month study of the intelligence quotient of President George W. Bush. Since 1973, the Lovenstein Institute has published its research to the education community on each new president, which includes the famous "IQ" report among others. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;According to statements in the report, there have been twelve presidents over the past 60 years, from F. D. Roosevelt to G. W. Bush who were all rated based on scholarly achievements, writings that they alone produced without aid of staff, their ability to speak with clarity, and several other psychological factors which were then scored in the Swanson/Crain system of intelligence ranking. The study determined the following IQs of each president as accurate to within five percentage points: &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table style="" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;147&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Franklin D. Roosevelt (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;132&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Harry Truman (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;122&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Dwight D. Eisenhower (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;174&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;John F. Kennedy (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;126&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Lyndon B. Johnson (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;155&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Richard M. Nixon (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;121&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Gerald R. Ford (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;176&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;James E. Carter (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;105&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Ronald W. Reagan (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;98&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;George H. W. Bush (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;182&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;William J. Clinton (D)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="msonfilteredright" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;91&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;George W. Bush (R)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;The six Republican presidents of the past 60 years had an average IQ of 115.5, with President Nixon having the highest IQ, at 155. President G. W. Bush was rated the lowest of all the Republicans with an IQ of 91. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;The six Democrat presidents had IQs with an average of 156, with President Clinton having the highest IQ, at 182. President Lyndon B. Johnson was rated the lowest of all the Democrats with an IQ of 126. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;No president other than Carter (D) has released his actual IQ, 176. Among comments made concerning the specific testing of President GW Bush, his low ratings were due to his apparent difficulty to command the English language in public statements, his limited use of vocabulary (6,500 words for Bush versus an average of 11,000 words for other presidents), his lack of scholarly achievements other than a basic MBA, and an absence of any body of work which could be studied on an intellectual basis. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;The complete report documents the methods and procedures used to arrive at these ratings, including depth of sentence structure and voice stress confidence analysis. "All the Presidents prior to George W. Bush had a least one book under their belt, and most had written several white papers during their education or early careers. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Not so with President Bush," Dr. Lovenstein said. "He has no published works or writings, so in many ways that made it more difficult to arrive at an assessment. We had to rely more heavily on transcripts of his unscripted public speaking." &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;The Lovenstein Institute of Scranton Pennsylvania think tank includes high caliber historians, psychiatrists, sociologists, scientists in human behavior, and psychologists. Among their ranks are Dr. Werner R. Lovenstein, world-renowned sociologist, and Professor Patricia F. Dilliams, a world-respected psychiatrist. This study was commissioned on &lt;st1:date month="2" day="13" year="2001"&gt;February 13, 2001&lt;/st1:date&gt;, and released on &lt;st1:date month="7" day="9" year="2001"&gt;July 9, 2001&lt;/st1:date&gt;, to subscribing member universities and organizations within the education community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;** This report was evidently a hoax.  Some major newspapers needed to retract their statements after buying into the false claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 2in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115379501458073630?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115379501458073630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115379501458073630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115379501458073630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115379501458073630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/presidential-iqs.html' title='Presidential IQs'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115341162339915475</id><published>2006-07-21T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:26:39.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuel-  It's a pain in the GAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How high will fuel costs soar? Are the prices changing your plans? I have to admit they're starting to change mine, and I'm tired of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live about 50 miles from my job. We're talking about moving closer to that, and I'm also applying for some jobs closer. If costs go above $4/gallon, which they're supposed to, that'll be about $70 per week that I'm spending just on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, I propose the following signs be put at exit ramps on all freeways and highways that advertise fuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Proposed%20current%20exit%20signs%20for%20fuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Proposed%20current%20exit%20signs%20for%20fuel.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/14409632-115341162339915475?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115341162339915475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115341162339915475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115341162339915475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115341162339915475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuel-its-pain-in-gas.html' title='Fuel-  It&apos;s a pain in the GAS'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115327750416038365</id><published>2006-07-18T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:52:35.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian&lt;br /&gt;woman for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, during one of their rendezvous, she&lt;br /&gt;confided in him that she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage,&lt;br /&gt;he paid her a large sum of money if she would go&lt;br /&gt;to Italy to have the child. If she stayed in Italy,&lt;br /&gt;he would also provide child support until the child&lt;br /&gt;turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, but wondered how he would know when the&lt;br /&gt;baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to&lt;br /&gt;mail him a post card, and write "Spaghetti" on the&lt;br /&gt;back. He would then arrange for child support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his&lt;br /&gt;confused wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," she said, "you received a very strange post&lt;br /&gt;card today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it&lt;br /&gt;later," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife obeyed, and watched as her husband read&lt;br /&gt;the card, turned white, and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written "Spaghetti, Spaghetti,&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115327750416038365?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115327750416038365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115327750416038365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115327750416038365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115327750416038365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115274177275876792</id><published>2006-07-14T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:45:34.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>0 to 200 in 4 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/1839_2mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/1839_2mg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple had been debating the&lt;br /&gt;purchase of a new auto for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a new truck. She wanted&lt;br /&gt;a fast little sports-like car so&lt;br /&gt;she could zip through traffic&lt;br /&gt;around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would probably have settled for&lt;br /&gt;any beat up old truck, but everything&lt;br /&gt;she that seemed to like was way out&lt;br /&gt;of  their price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" she said. "I want something&lt;br /&gt;that goes from 0 to 200 in 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;or  less.  And my birthday is coming&lt;br /&gt;up. You surprise me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her birthday, he bought her a brand&lt;br /&gt;new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Services are pending and it will be&lt;br /&gt;a closed casket!&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115274177275876792?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115274177275876792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115274177275876792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115274177275876792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115274177275876792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/0-to-200-in-4-seconds.html' title='0 to 200 in 4 seconds'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115274009568378851</id><published>2006-07-13T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:29:24.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/noah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/leaky%20pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/leaky%20pen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/scale%20hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/scale%20hiding.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/14409632-115274009568378851?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115274009568378851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115274009568378851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115274009568378851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115274009568378851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-laughs.html' title='More Laughs'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115273935408997299</id><published>2006-07-12T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:53:36.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is my one year anniversary with this blog.  YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/ice%20cubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/ice%20cubes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/stray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/stray.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/water%20cooler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/water%20cooler.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/14409632-115273935408997299?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115273935408997299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115273935408997299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115273935408997299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115273935408997299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA HA HA HA'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115136351484098341</id><published>2006-07-11T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:14:10.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull the Plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/tv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/tv.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;A man and his wife are sitting in the living room. He says to her, "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state, depending on some machine. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;She gets up and unplugs the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115136351484098341?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115136351484098341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115136351484098341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115136351484098341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115136351484098341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/pull-plug.html' title='Pull the Plug'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115085084162741690</id><published>2006-06-20T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:47:21.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/twoweeksvacation-plakat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/twoweeksvacation-plakat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Going on vacation for 2 weeks, starting on June 21st- July 5th.  No posts until I'm back... take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115085084162741690?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115085084162741690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115085084162741690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115085084162741690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115085084162741690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112167005009905440</id><published>2006-06-19T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:57:56.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Laugh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/laughing-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/laughing-a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another odd topic, but one that I know we can all relate to.  Laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure can make a person feel good. It can even hurt (physically). There are many different kinds of laughter. Some people's laughter makes a connection with yourself that brings out a laugh of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have a few people that I enjoy laughing with more than others. They're able to get me laughing, and I can get them to laugh. I think the thing I like about it is it's fun to get them to laugh, and I like hearing their deep, sincere chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that laughter is the best medicine. I guess in a way that's true. I've been in a crappy mood, and have had a good conversation with someone, and have had something strike me as funny, and my whole attitude changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/guys%20laughing%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/guys%20laughing%20%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be this show on called "Make Me Laugh" and I used to like watching it, and trying not to laugh at them. Some of them were very tough to hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there's a big difference between laughing and just smiling. I think with laughter you're touching a part down inside of a person. To smile is one thing, but to bring out a chortle, a chuckle, a snort, a giggle, a bellow... that's something different altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the giggles is something that can land someone in trouble. Have you ever gotten the giggles with someone in a place where you shouldn't have? I've gotten the giggles in class, and in church. Not the best places to be snickering uncontrollably with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/laughing.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like laughing every so often so hard that my stomach or my cheeks are sore. That's when I know that things are going to be fine, and that I really haven't changed too much. It feels good to laugh hard once in a while. A good belly laugh is a good for you, I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of the rambling on this topic... Now go ahead a laugh at me!  hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112167005009905440?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112167005009905440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112167005009905440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112167005009905440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112167005009905440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-make-me-laugh.html' title='You Make Me Laugh!!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115052231376832413</id><published>2006-06-17T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:57:30.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A salesman checked into a futuristic motel.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing he needed a haircut before his meeting&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, he called down to the desk clerk to ask&lt;br /&gt;if there was a barber on the premises. "I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;not, sir," the clerk told him apologetically, "but&lt;br /&gt;down the hall from your room is a vending&lt;br /&gt;Skeptical but intrigued, the salesman located the&lt;br /&gt;machine, inserted $15, and stuck his head into&lt;br /&gt;the opening, at which time the machine started&lt;br /&gt;to buzz and spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen seconds he pulled out his head and&lt;br /&gt;surveyed his reflection, which reflected the&lt;br /&gt;best haircut of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two feet away was another machine with a&lt;br /&gt;sign that read, "Manicures $20." "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;he thought. He paid the money, inserted his&lt;br /&gt;hands into the slot, and the machine started&lt;br /&gt;to buzz and spin. Fifteen seconds later he&lt;br /&gt;pulled out his hands and they were perfectly&lt;br /&gt;manicured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next machine had a sign that read,&lt;br /&gt;"Machine provides a service men need when&lt;br /&gt;away from Their Wives, 50 Cents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked both ways, put fifty cents in the&lt;br /&gt;machine, unzipped his fly, and with some&lt;br /&gt;anticipation, stuck his manhood into the&lt;br /&gt;opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the machine started buzzing, he let out&lt;br /&gt;a shriek of agony and almost passed out.&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen seconds later it shut off.&lt;br /&gt;With trembling hands, he was able to withdraw&lt;br /&gt;his member... which now had a button&lt;br /&gt;neatly sewn on the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115052231376832413?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115052231376832413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115052231376832413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115052231376832413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115052231376832413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/salesman.html' title='The Salesman'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115040716458386284</id><published>2006-06-15T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:32:44.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's George</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheresgeorge.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/topcN.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's a site that I visit from time to time. It's a currency tracking website. It's kind of interesting to see where your bills go after you use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I get some cash- $1, $5, $10, $20 I'll go to this website and enter the serial number in. I also add where I got it from. Down the line it's neat to go back and see if anyone else has used the bill and logged it into &lt;a href="http://wheresgeorge.com"&gt;wheresgeorge.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be neat if more people would utilize this site.  It'd be fun to see where our money has traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, log onto Where's George and register.  Enter some of the serial numbers and see if the bills you have are in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115040716458386284?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115040716458386284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115040716458386284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115040716458386284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115040716458386284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/wheres-george.html' title='Where&apos;s George'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115035971490733704</id><published>2006-06-15T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:21:54.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Murmur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; An eighty year old man was having an annual physical.      As the doctor was listening to his heart with the stethoscope, he  began muttering,  "Oh  oh !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The man asked the doctor what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well," said the doctor, "you have a serious heart murmur.      Do you smoke?"      "Do you drink in excess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Do you have a sex life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well," said the doctor, "I'm afraid with this heart murmur,  you'll have to give up half your sex life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking perplexed, the old man said, "Which half...the LOOKING or the THINKING ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115035971490733704?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115035971490733704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115035971490733704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115035971490733704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115035971490733704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/heart-murmur.html' title='Heart Murmur'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-115017027194773477</id><published>2006-06-13T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:51:27.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups are annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/logo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/logo1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiccups are more annoying than anything for me at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times can a child wake themself up in the middle of the night hiccupping? It's not the fact that she wakes up anymore, it's the fact that in the past 2 night the little one has been awakened from hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really pisses me off is that there's not much you can do to get rid of them, at least with an infant. I feel like scaring the crap out of her, but that'd be pretty dumb. Thinking about it though provides some comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the main thing in all this is keeping a sense of humor. Many of you reading this are smirking right now, remembering past experiences that I'm encountering now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, she's up again, and has the hiccups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to calm her down and put her against my chest, and pat her back slowly. That doesn't do much, other than calming her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if she wouldn't wake up from the stupid hiccups, she'd probably sleep for another hour or two, maybe more. Instead, she wakes up, and is then hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE BOOBS!  (Although sometimes she thinks I do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife usually pumps two bottles each morning, so I can help out in the middle of the night. I usually try to let her sleep from midnight to six, at the least. (I've missed out on her pumping the past few days because of sleeping after being up during the night, DOGGONE IT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-115017027194773477?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115017027194773477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=115017027194773477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115017027194773477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/115017027194773477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/hiccups-are-annoying.html' title='Hiccups are annoying!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112353069439870644</id><published>2006-06-12T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:26:10.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlyweds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/a_Bride_Groom_Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/a_Bride_Groom_Cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The newlyweds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple decided to wed. As the big day approached, they grew apprehensive. Each had a problem they had never before shared with anyone, not even each other. The Groom-to-be, overcoming his fear, decided to ask his father for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father," he said, "I am deeply concerned about the success of my marriage. I love my fiancée, very much, but you see, I have very smelly feet, and I'm afraid that my future wife will be put off by them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," said dad, "all you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible, and always wear socks, even to bed." Well, to him this seemed a workable solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to take her problem up her mom. "Mom," she said, "When I wake up in the morning my breath is truly awful." "Honey," her mother consoled, "everyone has bad breath in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you don't understand. My morning breath is so bad, I'm afraid that my new husband will not want to sleep in the same room with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother said simply, "Try this. In the morning, get straight out of bed, and head for the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is, not to say a word until you've brushed your teeth. Not a word," her mother affirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she thought it was certainly worth a try. The loving couple were finally married in a beautiful ceremony. Not forgetting the advice each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning silence, they managed quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until about six months later. Shortly before dawn, the husband wakes with a start to find that one of his socks had come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically searches the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, woke his bride and without thinking, she immediately asks, "What on earth are you doing?" "Oh, no!" he gasped in shock, "You've swallowed my sock!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112353069439870644?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112353069439870644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112353069439870644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112353069439870644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112353069439870644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/newlyweds.html' title='The Newlyweds'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114995766710733203</id><published>2006-06-10T12:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:34:00.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breasts - Better than TV?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alright, my wife and I just had our first child. It has been a learning experience to say the least. I was given oodles of advice, and read a lot of books to prepare myself. Two weeks after the fact I think we've been doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... things can change on a daily basis, but I've really enjoyed the whole fatherhood experience so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My wife's boobs are off limits to me&lt;/span&gt;.  There I admit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; now.  I never thought it'd happen, but I'm respecting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is breastfeeding, which is the main topic of my post today. That means that I am helping most of the time. Our little one likes to doze off often. She'll usually eat well for 7-8 minutes and then drop off into deep sleep. I try to keep her awake by brushing her cheek, rubbing her feet, or caressing her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times this doesn't work. We've had to call upon higher measures to keep her awake long enough to get the nutrition she needs. I've used a cold cloth on her head, and this works well sometimes. She doesn't really like it that much and usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; throws a little tantrum. I would too if I was trying to doze off and someone put something cold on my head. I'm doing it for a good reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about it all is better than TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I'm talking about... it's the breast pump. Have you ever seen these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/breastpump.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/breastpump.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; things in action? The first time I watched my wife hooked up to it I was in amazement! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; guess as a guy I've always been interested in the female breast, but to see it being put to use in that way was mesmerizing. I could have watched that thing pumping her boobs for hours. I never realized how amazing the human body could be. The whole pregnancy process really is fascinating. To see milk coming out of my wife's breasts, and to think that is being used to nourish and feed my little girl. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this wonderful invention, I can partake in the feeding of our child. I've been assigned the first shift after midnight. I love it so far. I can give my little girl a bottle and she falls asleep in my arms afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too is much better than TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114995766710733203?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114995766710733203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114995766710733203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114995766710733203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114995766710733203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/breasts-better-than-tv.html' title='Breasts - Better than TV?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112533895643011055</id><published>2006-06-07T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:43:14.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers on a Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/trans-train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/trans-train.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; A man and a woman, who have never met before, find themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, the two are tired and fall asleep quickly, he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 AM, he leans over and gently wakes the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's a great idea!!" he exclaims.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," she replies. "Get your own damn blanket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, he farted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112533895643011055?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112533895643011055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112533895643011055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112533895643011055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112533895643011055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/strangers-on-train.html' title='Strangers on a Train'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114935775612892415</id><published>2006-06-03T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:02:36.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Man enough for the Job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men   to a large metal door and handed him a gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  "We must know that you  will follow your instructions   no matter what the circumstances.  Inside the room you  will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill  Her!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  The man said, "You can't be serious, I could  never  shoot my wife"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; The agent said, "Then you're not the  right  man for this job. Take your wife and go home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  The second man was  given the same instructions. He  took the gun and went into the room.  All was quiet for  about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his  eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  The agent said, "You don't  have what it takes. Take  your wife and go home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  Finally, it  was the woman's turn. She was given the  same instructions, to kill her  husband. She took the  gun and went into the room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; Shots were heard,  one  after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging  on the  walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; The  door opened slowly and  there stood the woman, She wiped the sweat from her brow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  "This gun  is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to  beat him to death with the  chair."&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114935775612892415?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114935775612892415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114935775612892415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114935775612892415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114935775612892415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-man-enough-for-job.html' title='Are you Man enough for the Job?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114893184898421562</id><published>2006-05-29T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:44:09.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Alena Lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/She%27s%20Here%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/She%27s%20Here%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was born on Saturday, May 27th, 2006 at 2:28 P.M.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114893184898421562?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114893184898421562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114893184898421562' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114893184898421562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114893184898421562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby!!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114840934025119303</id><published>2006-05-23T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:50:05.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/new%20baby%20cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/new%20baby%20cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My wife and I are expecting our first born anytime. The official due date is the 30th, so a week from today. We are very excited. I'd like to dedicate the next few posts to parenthood, expecting parents, and babies. Here's the first one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Birth Order of Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Clothes&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon&lt;br /&gt;as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as&lt;br /&gt;long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparing for the Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that&lt;br /&gt;last time,breathing didn't do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth&lt;br /&gt;month.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Layette:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes,&lt;br /&gt;color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly&lt;br /&gt;in the baby's little bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the&lt;br /&gt;clothes are clean and discard only the ones&lt;br /&gt;with the darkest stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of distress--&lt;br /&gt;a whimper,a frown--you pick up the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her&lt;br /&gt;wails threaten to wake your firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old&lt;br /&gt;how to rewind the mechanical swing.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pacifier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the&lt;br /&gt;floor, you put it away until you can go&lt;br /&gt;home and wash and boil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the&lt;br /&gt;floor, you squirt it off with some juice&lt;br /&gt;from the baby's bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt&lt;br /&gt;and pop it back in.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diapering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's diapers&lt;br /&gt;every hour, whether they need it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every&lt;br /&gt;two to three hours,if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their diaper&lt;br /&gt;before others start to complain about the&lt;br /&gt;smell or you see it sagging to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics,&lt;br /&gt;Baby Swing,and Baby Story Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;and the dry cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your baby&lt;br /&gt;with a sitter,you call home five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;you remember to leave a number where you can be&lt;br /&gt;reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter&lt;br /&gt;to call only if she sees blood.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day&lt;br /&gt;just gazing at the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching&lt;br /&gt;to be sure your older child isn't squeezing,&lt;br /&gt;poking, or hitting the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day&lt;br /&gt;hiding from the children.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swallowing Coins (a favorite):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin,&lt;br /&gt;you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you&lt;br /&gt;carefully watch for the coin to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you&lt;br /&gt;deduct it from his allowance!&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114840934025119303?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114840934025119303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114840934025119303' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114840934025119303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114840934025119303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/birth-order.html' title='Birth Order'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112114988335725971</id><published>2006-05-20T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:54:16.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape the Room Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You wake up, not knowing where you are... you look around. You're in a room with one door, but it's locked. How can you find your way out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the bottom of the page linked below are a lot of fun escape the room games.  Some of them offer walkthroughs, if you get stuck.  Try them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-geek.com/forum/index.php?showforum=103"&gt;Escape the Room Forums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These type of flash games can be fun, if you have the patience, or I guess even if you don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've spent quite a bit of time trying to get out of the rooms, and I think they're a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112114988335725971?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112114988335725971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112114988335725971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112114988335725971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112114988335725971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/escape-room-games.html' title='Escape the Room Games'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114763533991451997</id><published>2006-05-14T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:44:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deserted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/nun%20%26%20priest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/nun%20%26%20priest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;There was a Priest and a Nun crossing the desert on a camel one day when a terrible sand storm came. It lasted for 6 hours and when it finally cleared they were horrified to see their camel was dead. They had no food or water and the situation looked hopeless. The Priest turned to the Nun and said "Sister, seeing as we are going to die out here, can you grant me one wish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nun said "Yes Father, what is your final wish?"&lt;br /&gt;"In all my years in the church I’ve never seen a pair of breasts before." said the Priest. The Nun was a bit shocked but lifted her robes to show off her tits in all their glory. The Priest smiled and said "Thank you Sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Nun turned to the Priest and said "Father, in all my years in the church I have never seen a man’s ’thingy’ before. Is it alright for you to show me?" The priest happily agreed and got his junk out. The Nun studied it intensly. The Priest had his eyes closed and was rising to attention as the Nun touched it with fascination. The Priest said with a smile on his face, "Sister, do you know that when it’s placed in certain ’areas’ it can give life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Nun looked and at him and said "WELL STICK IT UP THIS CAMELS ARSE AND LETS GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114763533991451997?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114763533991451997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114763533991451997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114763533991451997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114763533991451997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/deserted.html' title='Deserted'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114757467221221623</id><published>2006-05-13T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:44:32.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a Giggle 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/mice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/pepsi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/doctor.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/14409632-114757467221221623?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114757467221221623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114757467221221623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114757467221221623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114757467221221623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/worth-giggle-2.html' title='Worth a Giggle 2'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114722806881516048</id><published>2006-05-09T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:27:48.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For a Quick Giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/froglegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/froglegs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/blond%20moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/blond%20moment.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/14409632-114722806881516048?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114722806881516048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114722806881516048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114722806881516048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114722806881516048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-quick-giggle.html' title='For a Quick Giggle'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114687196024432202</id><published>2006-05-05T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:32:40.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Lady in the Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#808000;"   &gt;A very attractive lady goes up to the bar in a quiet tavern. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does she begins to gently caress his full beard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "Actually, no." the man replied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him" she says, running her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/lady%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/lady%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#808000;"   &gt;     beyond his beard and into his hair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message." she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   "Tell him," She whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper     towels in the ladies room!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114687196024432202?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114687196024432202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114687196024432202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114687196024432202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114687196024432202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/sexy-lady-in-bar.html' title='Sexy Lady in the Bar'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114584410533354755</id><published>2006-04-23T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:01:45.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Suspecting her husband of infidelity, the woman attempted to put an end to it by arousing his jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"What would you say if I told you that I've been sleeping with your best friend?" she asked provocatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Well," he mused, "I'd have to say that you're a lesbian!"&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/14409632-114584410533354755?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114584410533354755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114584410533354755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114584410533354755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114584410533354755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112174777392313485</id><published>2006-04-17T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:22:30.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going batty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little did I know the terror such a little creature such as a bat would bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened before I was married. Thankfully my wife didn't have to deal with any of this, but if only she could've seen what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home from a nice weekend out of town. I sat down at my computer and was checking up on the latest sports scores when all of a sudden I see WINGS. flap-flap-flap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize what it is and spaz. I don't really want wings of a bat in my face. My first thought was a bird, when I hadn't a chance to look. Even worse for me, is a bat. I know, they're small and fragile. Well, it's the wings that get me, and I'm not going near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get out of the room as quickly as possible, and it flies out the other door. Imagine sitting relaxed at a computer and 'whalla' - a bat starts flying around you. The ceilings in the rooms were about 8 feet high, so it was 2 feet above my head, if that. I DID NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want that thing landing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan - get it to fly out the front door. I wasn't risking any chance of it landing on me, or touching me. I had no tennis racket, and nothing really to swat it with. I wouldn't have even considered it anyway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/littlebrownbat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/littlebrownbat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ran out of the room, and lost track of where it went. So now I had to locate the bugger. I snuck around like a sleuth, looking at every ceiling, every wall. I found the little guy nestled in my back entryway, resting on a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to follow my plan I had to get him to fly out of the back entryway, through the kitchen (which was adjacent) and then through the living room (adjacent to the kitchen and computer room). To get him to fly I decided to use some wasp/hornet spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I thought it might even kill him. Plus, it had a long range of spray... nearly 20 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took aim and got ready to run, but missed him with the spray. Then I got ready again and off the wall he came like "A bat out of hell" haha. I guess I wasn't quite ready, and plunged out of there, ramming into the refrigerator, and nearly tipping it over, moving it about six feet to the side. I ran to the front door, and ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan worked!  He flew around a few times, and then flew out the front door.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could relax. I decided to go to bed. I usually sleep in my skivvies, and laid down. I heard a rustling noise, and wondered, "What the heck is that now?" I decided I better find out since my mind was working up some eerie thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the lights, and decided to have a look around. Just near my bed was a small rectangular window, about shoulder height for me when I'm standing. I thought I heard something there, so I pulled the curtain back, and I'm greeted with WINGS flap-flap-flap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind I'm in only my underwear, and if I decently described my dislike for the wings, I was sprawled on the floor (in my underwear) in about one nanosecond. The bat was flying circles about 5 feet above my head, and I crawled for the door. I crawled out, not knowing if it had made it out too and ran for the bathroom. Luckily I had some clothes in there, and put on a sweatshirt and sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/nat%20the%20bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/nat%20the%20bat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My plan- Get him out of the bedroom.  I was tired, and fed up at this point, and ready almost swat at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door, and he flew out of the room less than a minute after and went to the back entryway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now wondering how many I'm dealing with.  I did a good search of my bedroom, and slept with the light on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I called my landlord and made him get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 years I didn't have any bats in the house. Then one night, I was sitting at my computer again, when it decided to visit my little computer room. I shut it in there that night and thought of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself now... I put a sheet up blocking off the kitchen/living room. I kept the bathroom door shut, so I wanted it to fly out the front door, which is off of the living room. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; had found out it had spent the night in a closet in the computer room. The doors for the closet are the type where you pull the handle and they separate in the middle (forget the name of that type) Anyway I had blocked off the bottom of the closet, so I figured he couldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/bat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/bat3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About midnight the next night I heard him become active. He was moving around in there, and I could hear him on the floor. I was at the ready. I had on my bat-fighting outfit (sweatshirt with hood up, long pants, winter cap, gloves, 9-iron) I was ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know he decided to squish himself out through the top of the closet door. (Getting the heebie-jeebies again picturing this in my mind). He eventually squished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;through the small gap and sat on the door for what seemed like an hour. I had the door off the living room all set. I figured he'd fly out of that room, into the living room and fly out the door. Do you think he could do that for me? NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Bat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He did finally fly out, and did a nice 3-4 circle tour of the living room, and then nestled to rest in the corner opposite of the front door. HELLO, MR. BAT --- GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUTSIDE WHERE YOU BELONG!!!! So I was sick of the whole thing and began chucking gloves, hats, whatever I could find at the little bugger to get him out. Finally I nailed him with a glove and he flew around once and then flew outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last episode with bats I hope I ever have. I've since moved from that place, but I still g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;et a little jumpy when a shadow quickly goes by me as I'm sitting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed my little horror story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reposted**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112174777392313485?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112174777392313485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112174777392313485' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112174777392313485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112174777392313485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/going-batty.html' title='Going batty!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112550898839289660</id><published>2006-04-10T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:26:36.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Remember your First Date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have all had bad dates...but this takes the cake. This just tells you how tough it is to be single.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Jay went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The winner described her worst first date experience. There is absolutely no question why her tale took the prize!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said it was midwinter... snowing and quite cold...and the guy had taken her skiing to Lake Arrowhead. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/latte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; had never met before.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were about an hour away from anywhere with a restroom and in the middle of nowhere!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for awhile. Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her pee beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Snowyroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/Snowyroad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, in the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so leaned her butt to rest against the rear fender to steady herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of tongues frozen to pump handles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor she answered her date's concerns about what is taking so long with a reply that indeed, she was freezing her butt off and in need of some assistance.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Tonight Show... she took the prize hands down... or perhaps that should be pants down.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought your first date was embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno's comment - - - -This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112550898839289660?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112550898839289660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112550898839289660' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112550898839289660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112550898839289660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-you-remember-your-first-date.html' title='Can you Remember your First Date?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114454589021086882</id><published>2006-04-08T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:32:10.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok, most of the highways around here are two lanes. Every so often there's a passing zone= 3 lanes, two on one side for a passing zone of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Why in the heck do the people who drive right at 55 MPH for miles upon miles think that this is suddenly a freeway? It's not a freeway, it's a chance to get past a slow-poke like you! So, I drive 70 to pass the dimwit who ups his/her speed to 65. ANNOYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I feel like making a huge sign and putting it in my window when I drive past them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SPEED LIMIT IS STILL 55 MORON&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114454589021086882?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114454589021086882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114454589021086882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114454589021086882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114454589021086882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/pet-peeve.html' title='A Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114453807662539532</id><published>2006-04-08T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:14:42.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Schtuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/easter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Where'd the cat go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Postcard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114453807662539532?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114453807662539532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114453807662539532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114453807662539532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114453807662539532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/silly-schtuff.html' title='Silly Schtuff'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112994402000273657</id><published>2006-04-07T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:53:34.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A man and his wife are on vacation in Tibet. While shopping in a small village, the wife asks her husband what time it was, and looking down at his wrist the man realized he had left his watch in the motel room. After a few unsuccessful attempts to find an english speaking local, the couple finally finds an elderly man sitting quietly on the street with his donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me," the husband says, "could you tell us the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely", replies the elderly man, and with that he reaches down and lifts the donkey's balls. "It is 3:10", the man exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" replies the wife in a surprised voice. And the couple continues on their way. After doing some shopping and grabbing a bite to eat. The couple return to the old man for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the elderly man lifts the donkey's balls and says, "It is now 4:45."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the husband is completely amazed. "Please show me how you can tell the time simply by lifting this donkey's balls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," the elderly man replies motioning for the couple to come closer. "Sit here where I am," the man begins. "Now, do you see the donkey's balls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", the man replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now reach down and take them into your hand." Hesitantly the husband does as he is instructed, after all, this could prove to be an enlightening experience. "Now, slowly lift the donkey's balls", he continues. Again the husband does as he is instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now look underneath the donkeys balls, and between his two front legs." The husband does just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now" the man says, "can you see the clock on the wall of that building over there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112994402000273657?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112994402000273657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112994402000273657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112994402000273657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112994402000273657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-time-is-it.html' title='What Time is It?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114427702275761297</id><published>2006-04-05T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:43:42.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlyweds</title><content type='html'>** Warning - Mild Adult Humor **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple had just gotten married and were on their honeymoon. They had made love numerous times and were really enjoying their time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/mini-newwedp89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/mini-newwedp89.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One evening after one of their more rowdy sessions the wife snuggled up to her new husband and said, "Honey, I love you very much, but I need to be honest with you. There will come a time when we're going to lose our gusto, or not feel in the mood as much as we do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband nodded his head "Yes, I've heard about that happening.  What should we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful bride thought for a while and then sighed, "I'm not sure, maybe we need to come up with a plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband was quiet for a while and said with a grin, "I know....you'll have a signal. If you want to have sex, you can stroke me once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a moment and then added, "And if you don't want to, you can stroke me 500 times!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114427702275761297?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114427702275761297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114427702275761297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114427702275761297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114427702275761297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/newlyweds.html' title='The Newlyweds'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114367655990885032</id><published>2006-03-29T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:56:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Shower:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;hamper according to lights and darks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;see husband along the way, cover up any exposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Look at your womanly physique in the mirror -- make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Get in the shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;with 43 added vitamins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; your hair again to make sure it's clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;enhanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;10 minutes until red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;cake body wash. Rinse conditioner off hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Shave armpits and legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Turn off shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Spray mold spots with Tilex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Get out of shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Dry with towel the size of a small country. * Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;hair in super absorbent towel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;towel on head. If you see husband along the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;bed and leave them in a pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Walk naked to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;making the woo-woo sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the size of your wiener and scratch your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Get in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your armpits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Spend majority of time washing privates and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;surrounding area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;stuck on the soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Rinse off and get out of shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Partially dry off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;hanging out of tub the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Admire wiener size in mirror again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;and fan on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Return to bedroom with towel around waist. If you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;make the woo-woo sound again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Throw wet towel on bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If there is anyone among you who did not laugh at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;the truth behind this, there is something SO very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;wrong with you. Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Oh, and....woo woo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114367655990885032?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114367655990885032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114367655990885032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114367655990885032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114367655990885032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-shower.html' title='How to Shower:'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112622052811149800</id><published>2006-03-28T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:23:46.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Summer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A bunch of kids were trying to figure out what     to do on a warm summer day. One of them gets an idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"But, I need some money....how much we     got?," said one of the kids. Pooling their money, they got only $5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The kid takes the $5 and runs off to the     store, soon returning with a package of Tampons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"What good are those?"     the other kids ask him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The kid replies, "Look, it says here     that, with these, you can go swimming, ride a horse, play tennis......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112622052811149800?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112622052811149800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112622052811149800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112622052811149800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112622052811149800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/warm-summer-day.html' title='Warm Summer Day'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114298747012427760</id><published>2006-03-21T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:31:10.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't really believe in them, but I do think they're fun to read anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you'd like to receive a fun online fortune cookie, &lt;a href="http://www.lotsofjokes.com/fortune.htm"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I like to do is whatever the fortune says, add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"in bed&lt;/span&gt;" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the other day, I got this fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will have great success in life"  (in bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in addition to the fortune, they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;adding other things, like lucky numbers. In the picture below, the numbers given won the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Fortune-Cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/Fortune-Cookie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also have fortune cookies made to say what you want. Imagin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e getting your bill and cookies and getting the fortune below, haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/fortunecookie_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/fortunecookie_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's another photo of a sheet of fortunes. Have you ever had any of these popular ones? Have fun with them by adding my phrase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/fortunecookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/fortunecookie.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/14409632-114298747012427760?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114298747012427760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114298747012427760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114298747012427760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114298747012427760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/fortune-cookies.html' title='Fortune Cookies'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112157159823521359</id><published>2006-03-19T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:14:02.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopped for speeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/policeman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/policeman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"But officer," the man began, "I can explain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Just be quiet," snapped the officer. "I'm going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"But, officer, I just wanted to say..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"And I said to keep quiet! You're going to jail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you that the chief is at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Don't count on it," answered the fellow in the cell. "I'm the groom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112157159823521359?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112157159823521359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112157159823521359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112157159823521359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112157159823521359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/stopped-for-speeding.html' title='Stopped for speeding'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114270735604666756</id><published>2006-03-15T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:20:57.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Art!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;These are all chalk drawings!  They are simply amaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/seal%20water%203d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/seal%20water%203d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/sailboat%203d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/sailboat%203d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/coke%20bottle%203d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/coke%20bottle%203d.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/14409632-114270735604666756?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114270735604666756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114270735604666756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114270735604666756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114270735604666756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/amazing-art.html' title='Amazing Art!!!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114235507296030892</id><published>2006-03-14T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:18:50.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow, Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/DSCN0566.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/DSCN0566.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a crazy 24 hours it has been here! (I'll upload a picture when Blogger's picture thing isn't being stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow if finally starting to stop falling, but for a while we were getting about 2 inches or more an hour of wet, wet snow every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 50 mile drive to work and back. On the way there it hadn't started snowing yet. Shortly after I arrived at work it started, and soon looked nasty. I just shook my head, picturing the ride home. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; released early, at around 12:30. I got home at around 2:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never driven in snow, you don't have an idea of what it's like. I drive in it a lot, but this was different. Wet snow is hard to drive in, and it was coming down so fast, it made it pretty intense driving through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windshield was getting all slushy and iced up within minutes of cleaning it off. I had to pull over and clean off my wipers 4 times (probably could have a few more, but I couldn't see enough spots to pull over. At one point the passenger side wiper had a huge ice chunk built up between it and the windshield, leaving it useless as it rode on the chunk back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking outside today, I would've predicted that we were greeted by around 20 inches of new snow, but according to the NWS, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an amazing 32 inches fell on us in a 24 hour period!!!&lt;/span&gt; The whole area was kind of in a lockdown last night, and there was a blizzard warning until noon today. Now everyone is cleaning up, but there's a chance of more snow until tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news?  No work today again!  The perks of being a teacher I guess!&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/14409632-114235507296030892?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114235507296030892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114235507296030892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114235507296030892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114235507296030892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow, Snow, Snow!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114209401888016158</id><published>2006-03-11T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:20:18.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juggler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/juggler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/juggler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;An Alexander County Deputy pulled a car over on I-57 about 2 miles north of the Missouri state line. When the Deputy asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver answered that he was a magician and a juggler and he was on his way to Branson to do a show that night and didn't want to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deputy told the driver he was fascinated by juggling, and if the driver would do a little juggling for him that he wouldn't give him a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver told the deputy that he had sent all of his equipment on ahead and didn't have anything to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deputy told him that he had some flares in the trunk of his squad car and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler stated that he could, so the deputy got three flares, lit them and handed them to the juggler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the man was doing his juggling act, a car pulled in behind the squad car.  A drunk got out and watched the performance briefly and then went over to the squad car, opened the rear door, and got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deputy observed him doing this and went over to his squad car, opened the door and asked the drunk what he thought he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replied, "Might as well take me on to jail, there's no way in hell I can pass that test!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114209401888016158?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114209401888016158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114209401888016158' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114209401888016158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114209401888016158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/juggler.html' title='The Juggler'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114182526690807026</id><published>2006-03-08T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:41:06.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Hysteria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/Hospital.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A modest man is in the hopital for a series of tests. One of the tests has left his system upset. Upon making several false alarms to the bathroom...he decided the latest was another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completely filled his bed with human waste and was embarrassed beyond anything he could possibly face. Losing his presence of mind, he jumped up, gathered up the bed sheets,and threw them out the hospital window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cussing and swinging his arms which drew the attention of the security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Security guard asked:  "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the drunk replied:     "I just beat the crap out of a ghost!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114182526690807026?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114182526690807026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114182526690807026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114182526690807026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114182526690807026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/hospital-hysteria.html' title='Hospital Hysteria'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114169312568865705</id><published>2006-03-06T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:58:45.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dental Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/dentist-popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/dentist-popeye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was this guy who went to the dentist to get a tooth pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off the dentist said, "I'll give you a shot to numb your jaw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the guy said, "No, please don't do that, I'm afraid of needles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist said, "OK, I'll get out the gas to put you to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the guy said, "Nope, I'm allergic to the gas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dentist said, "Just a minute,  I'll go look for something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while he came back with a couple of pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy asked, "What kind of pills are those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viagra&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy said, "WHAT! Why these?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist said, "They won't help the pain, but they'll give you something to hang on to while I pull your damn tooth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114169312568865705?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114169312568865705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114169312568865705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114169312568865705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114169312568865705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/dental-visit.html' title='The Dental Visit'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114150776109400668</id><published>2006-03-04T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:29:21.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get out of a speeding ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/police_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/police_car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Two guys I know were on their way home from a sporting event when they were pulled over for driving too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Both of them are over 6 feet tall and stocky. The guy driving had one ticket on his record and didn't want another one, so they pulled over and started thinking quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The driver came up with a zany idea.  He said, "Quick, flick me on the nose hard a couple of times!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The passenger wondered what he was talking about.  Again the driver pleaded, "Flick me in the nose, hurry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The passenger did what he said. (If you've ever done that to yourself, you know how painful that can be) He suddenly had tears pouring out of his eyes. The passenger quickly did the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The police officer got to the window and motioned for him to roll it down. Once the window was down he saw two huge guys huddled together crying, with tears in their eyes. He was spellbound, and didn't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He eventually retorted, "Try to keep your speed down.  I'm sorry, have a nice day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That is how they got out of the ticket, and if you could see them both, you'd laugh.&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/14409632-114150776109400668?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114150776109400668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114150776109400668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114150776109400668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114150776109400668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-get-out-of-speeding-ticket.html' title='How to get out of a speeding ticket'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112472986402996164</id><published>2006-03-02T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:14:13.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Broke My Balls!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to be called back in. A young boy around 3 or 4 was actively moving about, going under the chairs, sitting on top of the tables, and just having a good time. His mother kept calling him down and was becoming quite exasperated in her efforts to keep him still. &lt;p class="bodynoindent"&gt;In frustration,               she finally picked him up and set him in a chair in a no-nonsense             fashion.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="bodynoindent"&gt;The little boy began to cry, “My balls, you broke my balls!” He then reached in his pockets and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/ping%20pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/200/ping%20pong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pulled out some crushed Ping-Pong balls. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="bodynoindent"&gt;An older gentleman sitting across the room came over and gave the little boy five dollars and said, “Here son, get you some new balls. You just made my day.”&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="bodynoindentitalic"&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/14409632-112472986402996164?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112472986402996164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112472986402996164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112472986402996164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112472986402996164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-broke-my-balls.html' title='You Broke My Balls!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114126819979848133</id><published>2006-03-01T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:57:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing a Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://americanidol.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/American%20Idol%20Logo%20LR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the guys did their thing again on American Idol, and they proved once again what a solid group they are. I'd hate to have to pick 6 right now, and it'll be easier to go by the total votes. There's so much talent in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again though, I strongly feel that Chris Daughtry was the top performer. His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/elliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/elliott.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; vocals are so strong, and he could easily be on the charts right now. Close behind him was Elliot. I listened closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to him because last week I didn't hear what the judges heard when they raved about him. After his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;song I was simply in awe. He was the tops of the night, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until Chris finished&lt;/span&gt;. Gedeon was also very strong tonight. The rest were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; good, or fair, but I didn't think they compared with those 3 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as who I think will be voted off tomorrow- I'd predict David and Bucky. That's what I think anyway. David just croons, and they all sound the same to me now. Bucky is a nice guy, but I'm tired of that style. I want to see some range...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114126819979848133?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114126819979848133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114126819979848133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114126819979848133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114126819979848133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/packing-punch.html' title='Packing a Punch'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114118701066547700</id><published>2006-02-28T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:23:30.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 10 Women - American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think they all were a little flat tonight? I thought overall they were all a little less impressive tonight than they were last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's so hot that she'll make it in based on how cute and sweet she is? That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Kellie%20Pickler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/400/Kellie%20Pickler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pickler&lt;/span&gt;. The sweetheart from North Carolina actually can sing too, and charmed the viewing audience before her song by her interview. Kellie, you're awesome, and so down to earth! I wish you the best in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the rest of the group went, Katharine McPhee and Paris Bennett seem to be shoe-ins for the final 6.  Both have great vocals, and charisma.  Lisa Tucker is also right up there, and you can tell that she's been doing that for most of her 16 years.  I thought Melissa McGhee did a great job tonight as well.  Cutting the final two before we get to the "Final 12" will be tough next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will probably get voted off after tonight's performance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Brenna Gethers makes it through this week's voting, then she is stacking the ballots, or calling 50,000 times for herself, because she's like nails on a chalkboard.  The other person that I think will be voted off this week will be Heather Cox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow night.  The guys have awesome talent this year too! &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/14409632-114118701066547700?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114118701066547700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114118701066547700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114118701066547700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114118701066547700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/final-10-women-american-idol.html' title='Final 10 Women - American Idol'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114098899125980792</id><published>2006-02-26T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:23:11.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't beat it, join it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snow is good, snow is fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/2-26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/2-26b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/2-26c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/2-26c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SNOWANGELS ARE EASY HERE!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/2-26d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/2-26d.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE THE WHITE STUFF!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/2-26g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/2-26g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114098899125980792?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114098899125980792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114098899125980792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114098899125980792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114098899125980792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-cant-beat-it-join-it.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat it, join it!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114070931870131841</id><published>2006-02-23T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:42:59.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idols or Idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/oly@ioc.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/oly%40ioc.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've gotten a sore thumb flipping between American Idol and the Olympics! I have to admit, I'm an American Idol buff, but I also love watching the competitiveness of the Olympic games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you had the same difficulty choosing what to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do watch some of the Olympics earlier in the day on CBC, or other NBC stations, but over the past few nights I've been flipping back and forth. I enjoy American Idol now that it gets to this stage, the final 24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We've gotten to 12 guys and 12 girls. Who do you think has been the hottest so far? I've got my favorites picked out after this past week's competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/katharine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/katharine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the girls- Katharine, Paris, and Lisa were awesome in their first night, and were my top 3. (I also liked Kellie and Mandisa) Who do you think was good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/chris.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/chris.0.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the guys- Chris, Ace, and Taylor were the top 3 in my book, but there were a few others that I thought were quite good too (Will and Gedeon) What about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The judges all thought Elliot was awesome for the guys, but I didn't really hear what they heard, so I'll have to listen closer to him the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Olympics are in the final 4 days. The hockey medal games are nearing, and the final skating competitions are also coming soon. I think there have been some great performances by the athletes involved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've seen a lot of instances of great courage, and thought to myself.. "wow, that was impressive" many, many times! There have been disappointments too, of course. That is what the Olympics are all about, and any competition. There have to be winners and losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114070931870131841?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114070931870131841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114070931870131841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114070931870131841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114070931870131841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/idols-or-idol.html' title='Idols or Idol?'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114065293066335840</id><published>2006-02-22T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:02:10.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a good one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/open%20range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/open%20range.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or how about this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/unknown.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/unknown.0.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/14409632-114065293066335840?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114065293066335840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114065293066335840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114065293066335840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114065293066335840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny-photos.html' title='Funny photos'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114037810364248245</id><published>2006-02-19T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:41:43.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Help Desk - FUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Help%20Desk-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Help%20Desk-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; This is a true story from the WordPerfect help line. Needless to say, the help desk employee was fired; however, he is currently suing the WordPerfect organization for "Termination without Cause".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual dialog of a former Word perfect Customer Support employee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What sort of trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Went away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.    So what does your screen look like now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's a sea-prompt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind.    Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything  I type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's a monitor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV.     Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it.     Can you see that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great.    Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".......Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there are.    I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."&lt;br /&gt;".......Okay, here it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back  of your computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't reach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh.    Well, can you see if it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, turn on the office light then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No?       Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because there's a power outage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A power... A power outage? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?    Is it that bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm afraid it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all right then, I suppose.    What do I tell them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114037810364248245?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114037810364248245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114037810364248245' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114037810364248245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114037810364248245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/computer-help-desk-funny.html' title='Computer Help Desk - FUNNY'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-114048625166960168</id><published>2006-02-18T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:44:40.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Traffic Increaser!</title><content type='html'>Try Blog Mad, and get in before it gets big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogmad.net/?ref=0eb47898f20de6b" title="BlogMad"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogmad.net/banners/125x125/banner5.gif" alt="BlogMad!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-114048625166960168?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114048625166960168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=114048625166960168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114048625166960168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/114048625166960168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-traffic-increaser.html' title='New Blog Traffic Increaser!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112709147341354298</id><published>2006-02-17T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:45:17.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can sure pick them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Queen_dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Queen_dig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most high class topic in the world, I'm sure, but today's topic deals with Nose Picking! What is it about picking the nose that makes people react in such a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dig it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself... does it make you laugh or disgust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it depend if the person doing it is young or old?  Or does the age of the suspect matter at all, one way or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I think it's funny. I couldn't lie if I said that I've never done it. I usually just do a little nose-hair grooming now, and not out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find humorous is little kids though. You wonder where they get the idea from. They'll go digging away and wipe it wherever they see fit. I've even seen some eat their find, but I won't elaborate at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts are... did they learn that by watching mommy or daddy?  (laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when I catch adults going for the gold it's mainly driving in the car. If you pull up alongside them, they may be searching for treasure up the schnoz. If they're just doing some basic exploration, it really doesn't gross me out too much, and it's really just makes me laugh. Especially if they see someone's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is gross though is when you see them going for the gusto. I really don't care to see someone doing that, and just thinking about it now is enough, so I'll stop right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase my family says most often is "Digging for Gold" or "Mining for Gold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I have to say about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112709147341354298?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112709147341354298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112709147341354298' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112709147341354298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112709147341354298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-can-sure-pick-them.html' title='You can sure pick them!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-113988408207616801</id><published>2006-02-13T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:28:02.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Fire Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/Fire_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/Fire_truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A fire fighter is working outside the station when he notices a little girl in a little red wagon with little ladders on the sides, a garden hose coiled in the middle, and she's wearing a fire fighter's helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her dog and her cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fighter takes a closer look. "That sure is a nice fire truck," he said with admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," the girl said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fighter notices the girl has tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Partner," said the fire fighter, "I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replies thoughtfully, "You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-113988408207616801?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113988408207616801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=113988408207616801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113988408207616801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113988408207616801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/homemade-fire-truck.html' title='Homemade Fire Truck'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112266310930913151</id><published>2006-02-02T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:23:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be glad you didn't say it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/huge.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-112266310930913151?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112266310930913151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112266310930913151' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112266310930913151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112266310930913151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-glad-you-didnt-say-it.html' title='Be glad you didn&apos;t say it'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-112506207405172919</id><published>2006-02-01T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:09:16.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/golf-ziggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/golf-ziggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A man staggers into an emergency room with two     black eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally the doctor asks him what happened. "Well, it was like this," said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife when she sliced her ball into a pasture of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "We went to look for it and while I was rooting around, I noticed one of the cows had     something white at its rear end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I walked over and lifted up the tail and sure enough, there was my wife's golf ball -- stuck right in the middle of the cow's butt. That's when I made my mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What did you do?" asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, I lifted the tail and yelled to my wife, 'Hey, this looks like     yours!'"               &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/14409632-112506207405172919?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112506207405172919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=112506207405172919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112506207405172919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/112506207405172919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/golfing-troubles.html' title='Golfing Troubles'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-113849365068796317</id><published>2006-01-28T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:14:10.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The outhouse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/outhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/outhouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#808000;"   &gt; Once there was a little boy who lived in the country. They had to use an outhouse, and the little boy hated it because it was hot in the summer, cold in the winter and stank all the time. The outhouse was sitting on the bank of a creek and the boy was determined that one day he would push that outhouse into the creek.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day after a spring rain, the creek was swollen so the little boy decided today was the day to push the outhouse into the creek. He got a large stick and started pushing. Finally, the outhouse toppled into the creek and floated away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That night his dad told him they were going to the woodshed after supper. Knowing that meant a spanking, the little boy asked why? The dad replied, "Someone pushed the outhouse into the creek today. It was you, wasn't it son?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy answered yes. Then he thought a moment and said, " Dad, I read in school today that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree and didn't get into trouble because he told the truth."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The dad replied, "Well son, George Washington's father wasn't in the cherry tree when     he chopped it down!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14409632-113849365068796317?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113849365068796317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=113849365068796317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113849365068796317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113849365068796317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/outhouse.html' title='The outhouse!'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14409632.post-113839238867601484</id><published>2006-01-27T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:15:05.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures that made me laugh! More to come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/kids%20with%20gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/kids%20with%20gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/1600/falling%20cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/339/1028/320/falling%20cows.jpg" 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/14409632-113839238867601484?l=whoopitydoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113839238867601484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14409632&amp;postID=113839238867601484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113839238867601484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14409632/posts/default/113839238867601484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoopitydoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Mesmur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01442330889795499464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b110/tachizuno/mz_02_10023366967.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
