<?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-6894832743144238800</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:34:21.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Made Me Laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2497796670853146835</id><published>2011-09-26T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:51:38.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Couple at Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0OvVIf4ULY/ToEsBjYCTZI/AAAAAAAAYhw/kBNWeNNxs_0/s1600/couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0OvVIf4ULY/ToEsBjYCTZI/AAAAAAAAYhw/kBNWeNNxs_0/s1600/couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;An old couple is having breakfast when the old woman says to her husband, "Just think, honey, we've been married for 50 years." "Yes," he replies. "Fifty years ago we were sitting here at this breakfast table together. And we were probably naked as jaybirds." "Well," the old woman snickers, "should we get naked again for old time's sake?" So they strip off their clothing and sit back down at the table. "You know," the old woman says breathlessly, "my nipples are as hot for you today as they were 50 years ago." "I'm not surprised," replies the old man. "One's in your coffee and the others in your oatmeal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-2497796670853146835?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2497796670853146835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2497796670853146835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2497796670853146835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2497796670853146835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-couple-at-breakfast.html' title='Old Couple at Breakfast'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0OvVIf4ULY/ToEsBjYCTZI/AAAAAAAAYhw/kBNWeNNxs_0/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-873498481765922024</id><published>2010-10-17T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:50:22.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Be!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TLunsZIP2PI/AAAAAAAAVaE/WgmXvFBhzEc/s1600/woman.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TLunsZIP2PI/AAAAAAAAVaE/WgmXvFBhzEc/s200/woman.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to expressPraise for answered prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A lady stood and walked to the podium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;She  said, "I have a Praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible  bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was  excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Tom  was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move  caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate  operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed  remnants of Tom's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Again,  the men in the congregation were unnerved and squirmed uncomfortably as  they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Now," she  announced in a quavering voice, "thank the Lord, Tom is out of the  hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover  completely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All the men sighed with relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He said, "I'm Tom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The entire congregation held its breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"I just want to tell my wife that the word is sternum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-873498481765922024?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/873498481765922024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=873498481765922024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/873498481765922024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/873498481765922024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-be.html' title='Praise Be!!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TLunsZIP2PI/AAAAAAAAVaE/WgmXvFBhzEc/s72-c/woman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2410306253130891370</id><published>2010-09-27T12:39:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:07:29.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths for Mature Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TKDMCEnyfSI/AAAAAAAAVUo/zxvQIrTfsvU/s1600/oldlady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TKDMCEnyfSI/AAAAAAAAVUo/zxvQIrTfsvU/s1600/oldlady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;10. Bad decisions make good stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber &amp;amp; dumber every year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&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/6894832743144238800-2410306253130891370?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2410306253130891370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2410306253130891370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2410306253130891370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2410306253130891370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/09/truths-for-mature-humans.html' title='Truths for Mature Humans'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TKDMCEnyfSI/AAAAAAAAVUo/zxvQIrTfsvU/s72-c/oldlady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3201447796331757308</id><published>2010-08-03T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:25:47.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It SOoooooo Hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TFg0ya__GXI/AAAAAAAAVGg/9DlingnQaa0/s1600/sun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TFg0ya__GXI/AAAAAAAAVGg/9DlingnQaa0/s200/sun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501204985678862706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trees are whistling for the dogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot water now comes out of both taps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can make sun tea instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The temperature drops below 95 F (35 C) and you feel a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You discover that it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You actually burn your hand opening the car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cows are giving evaporated milk.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;STAY COOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3201447796331757308?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3201447796331757308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3201447796331757308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3201447796331757308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3201447796331757308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-sooooooo-hot.html' title='It SOoooooo Hot...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TFg0ya__GXI/AAAAAAAAVGg/9DlingnQaa0/s72-c/sun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8119727648045941457</id><published>2010-06-05T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:57:00.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you decide who to marry? (written by kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TAscVuWjKGI/AAAAAAAAUuU/wZ4F8w5B1JA/s1600/Wedding_Clipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TAscVuWjKGI/AAAAAAAAUuU/wZ4F8w5B1JA/s320/Wedding_Clipart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479504531171780706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  class="gmail_quote" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like  sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;br /&gt;- Alan, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;No person  really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry.  God  decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're  stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;- Kristen, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO  GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know  the person FOREVER by then.&lt;br /&gt;- Camille, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; No age is  good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.&lt;br /&gt;-  Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER  TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;You might have to guess,  based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Derrick, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD  HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;oth don't want any more kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lori,  age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ates  are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each  other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;On the first date,  they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested  enough to go for a second date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Martin, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT  WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I'd run  home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and  make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Craig, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When they're  rich.&lt;br /&gt;- Pam, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen,  so I wouldn't want to mess with that.&lt;br /&gt;- Curt, age  7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you  should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;-  Howard, age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm never  going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Theodore, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;It's better for girls to be single but not  for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anita, age 9  (bless you child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE  DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to  explain, wouldn't there?&lt;br /&gt;- Kelvin, Age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Favorite  is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Ricky, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" &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/6894832743144238800-8119727648045941457?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8119727648045941457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8119727648045941457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8119727648045941457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8119727648045941457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-do-you-decide-who-to-marry-written.html' title='How do you decide who to marry? (written by kids)'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TAscVuWjKGI/AAAAAAAAUuU/wZ4F8w5B1JA/s72-c/Wedding_Clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4599494131242267763</id><published>2010-05-20T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:06:42.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Still Drives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_V6DXPp6_I/AAAAAAAATh4/-E0TOHO6b8c/s1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_V6DXPp6_I/AAAAAAAATh4/-E0TOHO6b8c/s320/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473415120336579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She writes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grand-daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a&lt;br /&gt;'Honk if you love Jesus' bumper sticker ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a&lt;br /&gt;thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in&lt;br /&gt;thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the&lt;br /&gt;light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't&lt;br /&gt;honked,  I'd never have noticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that lots of people love Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like  crazy,&lt;br /&gt;and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, 'For the love of&lt;br /&gt;God!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started honking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger&lt;br /&gt;stuck up in the  air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is&lt;br /&gt;when I noticed the light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on&lt;br /&gt;through  the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection&lt;br /&gt;before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave&lt;br /&gt;them after all the love we had shared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.  Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write again soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,  Grandma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4599494131242267763?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4599494131242267763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4599494131242267763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4599494131242267763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4599494131242267763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandma-still-drives.html' title='Grandma Still Drives...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_V6DXPp6_I/AAAAAAAATh4/-E0TOHO6b8c/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4820417572927246543</id><published>2010-05-18T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:50:54.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST CHURCHES OF LOUISIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_LvhhThkEI/AAAAAAAATeE/YbKS-ButLUE/s1600/church.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_LvhhThkEI/AAAAAAAATeE/YbKS-ButLUE/s320/church.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472699856363556930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurricanes that hit the Gulf Coast of our nation were  devastating.   It did not spare the houses of worship in and around the  area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the local television stations in South Louisiana  aired an  interview with an elderly woman from New Orleans .      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The interviewer was a woman from a Boston affiliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked the  woman how such total and complete devastation of the churches in the  area had affected their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Without hesitation, the woman replied, "I don't  know about all those  other people, but we haven't gone to Churches in years. We  gits our  chicken from Popeye's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The look on the interviewer's face was priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4820417572927246543?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4820417572927246543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4820417572927246543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4820417572927246543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4820417572927246543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-churches-of-louisiana.html' title='LOST CHURCHES OF LOUISIANA'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S_LvhhThkEI/AAAAAAAATeE/YbKS-ButLUE/s72-c/church.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6158618463545549847</id><published>2010-04-02T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:51:53.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Middle Wife&lt;/span&gt; by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher, who wrote ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S7V3sDYDUeI/AAAAAAAAS-c/p_5bmTcm2pk/s1600/kid_clipart_girl_smiling.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S7V3sDYDUeI/AAAAAAAAS-c/p_5bmTcm2pk/s320/kid_clipart_girl_smiling.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455398122333360610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame.  Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that.. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;'First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me.. The kids are watching her in amazement. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man.  They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.) &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest.. Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6894832743144238800-6158618463545549847?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6158618463545549847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6158618463545549847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6158618463545549847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6158618463545549847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/04/middle-wife.html' title='The Middle Wife'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S7V3sDYDUeI/AAAAAAAAS-c/p_5bmTcm2pk/s72-c/kid_clipart_girl_smiling.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3860980165324217311</id><published>2010-03-26T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:39:47.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Today Have it Easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S6y42DivRsI/AAAAAAAAS4U/S_tx2ht6mBM/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S6y42DivRsI/AAAAAAAAS4U/S_tx2ht6mBM/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452936487642285762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious  diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up what  with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uphill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Barefoot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BOTH ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yadda, yadda, yadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way I  was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids - about how hard I  had it and how easy they've got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But now, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.   You've got it so easy!  I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in an  Utopia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I hate to say it, but you kids today don't know how good you've got  it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet.  If we wanted to  know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in  the card catalog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was no email.  We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a  pen!   Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in  the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there!  Stamps were  10 cents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us.  As a  matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to  kick our ass! Nowhere was safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes!  If you wanted to steal  music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it  yourself!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ  would usually talk over the beginning and mess it all up! There were no  CD players! We had tape decks in our car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the  tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we  rolled, Baby!  Dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting!  If you were on the phone  and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house,  you just didn't make a da#n call or receive one. You actually had to be  out of touch with your "friends".  OH MY!!!  Think of the horror... not  being in touch with someone 24/7!!!  And then there's TEXTING.  Yeah,  right.  Please!  You kids have no idea how annoying you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had  no idea who it was!  It could be your school, your parents, your boss,  your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't  know!!!  You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with  high-resolution 3-D graphics!  We had the Atari 2600!  With games like  'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'.  Your screen guy was a little square!   You actually had to use your imagination!!!  And there were no multiple  levels or screens, it was just one screen... forever!  And you could  never win.  The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and  faster until you died!  Just like LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on!  You were screwed when it came to channel surfing!  You had to get off  your butt and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!!  NO  REMOTES!!!  Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!  (No Cable in my city  either until around 1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on  Saturday morning.  Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK  for cartoons, you spoiled little brats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we didn't have microwaves.  If we wanted to heat something up, we  had to use the stove!  Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long.  Oh,  no, no electronics to soothe and comfort.  And if you came back  inside... you were doing chores!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And car seats - oh, please!  Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung  on.  If you were luckily, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at  the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the  dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first  place!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See!  That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it  too easy. You're spoiled rotten!  You guys wouldn't have lasted five  minutes back in 1980 or any time before that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Over 30 Crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3860980165324217311?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3860980165324217311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3860980165324217311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3860980165324217311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3860980165324217311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids-today-have-it-easy.html' title='Kids Today Have it Easy!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S6y42DivRsI/AAAAAAAAS4U/S_tx2ht6mBM/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7939794350667189844</id><published>2010-02-24T17:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:47:09.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB DESCRIPTION:  PARENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S4WqvF6I4TI/AAAAAAAASfE/_muvQLU0Z-I/s1600-h/family_clipart300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S4WqvF6I4TI/AAAAAAAASfE/_muvQLU0Z-I/s320/family_clipart300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943450763714866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;POSITION :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mum, Mommy, Mama, Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOB DESCRIPTION : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long  term, team players needed, for challenging, permanent work in an  often chaotic environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Candidates  must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and  be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and  weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some  overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping  sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away  cities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Travel  expenses not reimbursed.  Extensive courier duties also required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;RESPONSIBILITIES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The  rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs  $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also,  must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go  from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the  screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small  gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of  multiple homework projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of  all ages and mental outlooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Must  be a willing to be indispensable one minute, and embarrassment the  next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap,  plastic toys, and battery operated devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Must  assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end  product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Responsibilities  also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the  facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT &amp;amp; PROMOTION :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your  job is to remain in the same position for years, without  complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that  those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;None  required unfortunately.  On-the-job  training offered on a continually exhausting basis.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAGES  AND COMPENSATION :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get  this! You pay them!  Offering  frequent raises and bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A  balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption  that college will help them become financially independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When  you die, you give them whatever is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The  oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually  enjoy it and wish you could only do more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENEFITS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While  no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement,  no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies  limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love, and  free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forward  this on to all the PARENTS you know, in appreciation for everything  they do on a daily basis, letting them know they are appreciated for  the fabulous job they do... or forward with love to anyone thinking  of applying for the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;AND  A FOOTNOTE... THERE IS NO RETIREMENT -- EVER!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7939794350667189844?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7939794350667189844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7939794350667189844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7939794350667189844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7939794350667189844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/02/job-description-parent.html' title='JOB DESCRIPTION:  PARENT'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S4WqvF6I4TI/AAAAAAAASfE/_muvQLU0Z-I/s72-c/family_clipart300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7078684476495446621</id><published>2010-01-18T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:04:53.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN TO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" bgcolor="white" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, And all the patients were outside shouting, '13...13...13.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody poked me in the eye with a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all started shouting '14...14...14'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7078684476495446621?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7078684476495446621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7078684476495446621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7078684476495446621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7078684476495446621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2010/01/learn-to-mind-your-own-business.html' title='LEARN TO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7861166587085146025</id><published>2009-12-17T01:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:48:34.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookie Rules...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SynUCpjxTkI/AAAAAAAARKk/sco0096cAOg/s1600-h/baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SynUCpjxTkI/AAAAAAAARKk/sco0096cAOg/s320/baking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416093168870444610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.   If you eat a Christmas cookie fresh out of the oven, it has no calories because everyone knows that the first cookie is the test and thus calorie free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   If you drink a diet soda after eating your second cookie, it also has no calories because the diet soda cancels out the cookie calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   If a friend comes over while you're making your Christmas cookies and needs to sample, you must sample with your friend.  Because your friend's first cookie is calories free, (rule #1) yours is also.  It would be rude to let your friend sample alone and, being the friend that you are, that makes your cookie calorie free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   Any cookie calories consumed while walking around will fall to your feet and eventually fall off as you move.  This is due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Any calories consumed during the frosting of the Christmas cookies will be used up because it takes many calories to lick excess frosting from a knife without cutting your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Cookies colored red or green have very few calories.  Red ones have three and green ones have five - one calorie for each letter.  Make more red ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Cookies eaten while watching "Miracle on 34th Street" have no calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    As always, cookie pieces contain no calories because the process of breaking causes calorie leakage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Any cookies consumed from someone else's plate have no calories since the calories rightfully belong to the other person and will cling to their plate. We all know how calories like to CLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Any cookies consumed while feeling stressed have no calories because cookies used for medicinal purposes NEVER have calories.  It's a rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, go out and enjoy those Christmas Cookies - we only get them this time of year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7861166587085146025?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7861166587085146025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7861166587085146025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7861166587085146025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7861166587085146025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookie-rules.html' title='Christmas Cookie Rules...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SynUCpjxTkI/AAAAAAAARKk/sco0096cAOg/s72-c/baking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7080597804659886491</id><published>2009-11-09T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:08:54.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;If you receive  an email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;from the Department of Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;telling you not to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;canned  pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;because  of swine flu.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ignore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#004080;"&gt;……………………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;           It's just Spam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SvjmO_kt8BI/AAAAAAAAP8M/_Jgm8lxxqYs/s1600-h/ATT000022-751216.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SvjmO_kt8BI/AAAAAAAAP8M/_Jgm8lxxqYs/s320/ATT000022-751216.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402320898288906258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7080597804659886491?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7080597804659886491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7080597804659886491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7080597804659886491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7080597804659886491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-mail-warning.html' title='Swine Flu Warning'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SvjmO_kt8BI/AAAAAAAAP8M/_Jgm8lxxqYs/s72-c/ATT000022-751216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5393188757288062332</id><published>2009-11-07T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:12:16.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's Side of the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve. &amp;#39;So, how is everything going?&amp;#39; inquired God. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;#39;It is all so beautiful, God,&amp;#39; she replied. &amp;#39;The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, the smells, the sights, everything is wonderful, but I have just one problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;It&amp;#39;s these breasts you have given me. The middle one pushes the other two out and I am constantly knocking them with my arms, catching them on branches and snagging them on bushes. They&amp;#39;re a real pain.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;And Eve went on to tell God that since many other parts of her body came in pairs, such as her limbs, eyes, ears, etc, she felt that having only two breasts might leave her body more &amp;#39;symmetrically balanced&amp;#39;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s a fair point,&amp;#39; replied God, &amp;#39;But it was my first shot at this, you know. I gave the animals six breasts, so I figured that you needed only half of those, but I see that you are right. I will fix it up right away.&amp;#39;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;And God reached down, removed the middle breast and tossed it into the bushes.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Three weeks passed and God once again visited Eve in the Garden of Eden. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;quot;Well, Eve, how is my favorite creation?&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Just fantastic,&amp;#39; she replied, &amp;#39;But for one oversight. You see, all the animals are paired off. The ewe has a ram and the cow has her bull. All the animals have a mate except me. I feel so alone.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;God thought for a moment and said, &amp;#39;You know, Eve, you are right. How could I have overlooked this? You do need a mate and I will immediately create a man from a part of you. Let&amp;#39;s see....where did I put that useless boob?&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now doesn&amp;#39;t THAT make more sense than all that crap about the rib?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5393188757288062332?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5393188757288062332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5393188757288062332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5393188757288062332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5393188757288062332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/11/eves-side-of-story.html' title='Eve&apos;s Side of the Story'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2670978722016142915</id><published>2009-05-15T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:54:16.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;If you give her sperm, She&amp;#39;ll give you a baby. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;If you give her a house, she&amp;#39;ll give you a home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;If you give her groceries, she&amp;#39;ll give you a meal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;If you give her a smile, She&amp;#39;ll give you her heart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to Her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4"&gt;So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of sh*t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-2670978722016142915?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2670978722016142915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2670978722016142915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2670978722016142915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2670978722016142915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/05/behold-woman.html' title='Behold the Woman'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7478286640257966170</id><published>2009-04-27T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:49:20.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly Simple Home Remedies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;1. Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 2. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 3. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 4. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 5. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you&amp;#39;ll be afraid to cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 6. You only need two tools in life: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn&amp;#39;t move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn&amp;#39;t move and does, use the duct tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 7. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; 8. If you can&amp;#39;t fix it with a hammer, you&amp;#39;ve got an electrical problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7478286640257966170?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7478286640257966170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7478286640257966170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7478286640257966170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7478286640257966170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazingly-simple-home-remedies.html' title='Amazingly Simple Home Remedies...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7596836105539503670</id><published>2009-04-24T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:20:15.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Shouldn't Take Men Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Target. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse. Yesterday my d ear wife received the following letter from the local Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Samsel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Samsel, are&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away!' This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' EMTs were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the clerks passed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7596836105539503670?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7596836105539503670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7596836105539503670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7596836105539503670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7596836105539503670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-women-shouldnt-take-men-shopping.html' title='Why Women Shouldn&apos;t Take Men Shopping'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4601824363897909363</id><published>2009-02-07T23:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:15:16.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys: 5 Sexual Techniques to Make Her Wild with Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="boardPostBody"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Between being married a long time, and also being a woman, I can tell you guys that there are certain things you can do to make your wife swoon.  They aren't difficult, anyone can do them and they are some of the sexiest things I can think of…and I have quite the imagination…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So.  Are you ready?  Are you all that is man? Wipe that drop of drool from the corner of your mouth and read on….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique #1 : Wet Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yep, it is the wet hands technique.  Cetainly one of the most popular among most women polled for this article. So simple.  So exciting.  You will leave her breathless.&lt;/p&gt; * Fill the kitchen sink up with hot water and add a few drops of a scented dish liquid.  Not too many, you don't want it to be harsh. There are many  very nice scents out now, from vanilla and lavender to grapefruit. It is completely up to you.&lt;br /&gt;* With a soft cloth in your hands plunge your hands into the water and get the cloth very wet. &lt;br /&gt;* Now, moving slowly and gently place a dish in the water and rub the cloth across the surface of it..over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;* Place the dish in clean rinse water and repeat until she is moaning with pleasure.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique #2: Vibrate Me Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This technique utilizes what many women think of as toys…  It is a little more difficult and takes a little more muscle.   Extra credit on this one if you wear a black "wife beater" shirt at the same time.   Are you man enough?&lt;/p&gt;  *  Carefully pull the vacuum out of where it has been stored.  You know you want to. &lt;br /&gt;*  Plug it in and push all the right buttons. &lt;br /&gt;*  Slowly move back and forth and back and forth across the carpet, you will know when to move to a new spot. &lt;br /&gt;*  Move to the next spot and repeat as long as it takes to get results.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique #3 : The Wet T Shirt Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is pretty easy, although you will have to think quickly while in the midst of &lt;em&gt;gettin' your game on.&lt;/em&gt;  If you can handle the amount of agitation and vibration in the first few minutes you will be o.k. until the end.&lt;/p&gt;   *  You will need two piles…no I did not say &lt;em&gt;poles&lt;/em&gt;, I said&lt;em&gt; piles&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;*  Put everything white and light colored in one and everything dark colored in the other. &lt;br /&gt;*  Fill the washing machine with warm water and laundry soap (this is imperative…use the amount suggested by the manufacturer). &lt;br /&gt;*  Add the light pile.  Close the lid. &lt;br /&gt;*  Write her a love letter about how great her eyes are while you are waiting for it to finish &lt;br /&gt;*  Repeat with the dark colors except use cold water. &lt;br /&gt;*  Quick note: If your wife is screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Don't stop what you are doing..that is called &lt;em&gt;domesticus interruptus&lt;/em&gt; and it really is frustrating for women.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique #4: What Goes Up Must Come Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is best used as a quickie, whether in the middle of the night or during a chaotic afternoon. She can't say no to this.&lt;/p&gt; *  When you put the toilet seat up….put it back down. &lt;br /&gt;*  Every time.  &lt;p&gt;I know…I know.. you almost can't take any more verbal titillation.  Good thing this is a short list.  This last one is amazing.  It is incredible…it definitely saves the best for last.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technique #5: Tonight It's Oral Gratification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This will take some time to master.  Work on it while using other techniques several times a week and then just expose your big secret to her when she least expects it.  If you all ready know this technnique you should be using it to it's full potential by adding to your repertoire of tricks.&lt;/p&gt; *  Learn to cook a whole meal. &lt;br /&gt;*  When she has had a particularly rough day run her a bath, preferably aromatic with LUSH bath stuff. &lt;br /&gt;*  While she is bathing fix your incredible dinner (hot dogs and popcorn does not count) &lt;br /&gt;*  While she is still relaxed from the bath and satiated with dinner proceed to technique #1.  &lt;p&gt;You don;t have to thank me…no..really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck guys.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4601824363897909363?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4601824363897909363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4601824363897909363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4601824363897909363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4601824363897909363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/guys-5-sexual-techniques-to-make-her.html' title='Guys: 5 Sexual Techniques to Make Her Wild with Desire'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7473066489155826393</id><published>2009-02-05T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:59:32.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil Change instructions for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oil Change instructions for Women:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches&amp;nbsp; 3000 miles since the last oil change. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;2) Drink a cup of coffee. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave, driving a properly maintained vehicle. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;Money spent: &lt;br&gt;Oil Change: &lt;br&gt;$20.00&lt;br&gt;Coffee: $1.00&lt;br&gt;Total: $21.00&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oil Change instructions for Men : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, use your debit card for $50.00. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;2) Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer, (debit $20), drive home &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;3) Open a beer and drink it. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;5) Find jack stands under kid&amp;#39;s pedal car. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;7) Place drain pan under engine. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;8) Look for 9/16 box end wrench. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;9) Give up and use crescent wrench. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;10) Unscrew drain plug. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;13) Have another beer while watching oil drain. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;15) Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;16) Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;17) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;18) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;19) Remember drain plug from step 11. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;20) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;21) Drink beer. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;22) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;23) Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill. Drink beer. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;24) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with o ily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame removing any excess skin between knuckles and frame. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;25) Begin cussing fit. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;26) Throw stupid crescent wrench. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;27) Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy. &lt;br&gt;28) Beer. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;29) Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop blood flow. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;30) Beer. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;31) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;32) Beer.&amp;lt; /B&amp;gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;33) Lower car from jack stands. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;34) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during any missed steps. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;35) Beer. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;36) Test drive car. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;37) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;38) Car gets impounded. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;39) Call loving wife, make bail. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;40) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Money spent:&lt;br&gt;Parts: $50.00&lt;br&gt;DUI: $2500.00&lt;br&gt;Impound fee: $75.00&lt;br&gt;Bail: $1500.00&lt;br&gt;Beer: $20.00&lt;br&gt;Total: $4,145.00 &lt;br&gt;But you know the job was done right! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7473066489155826393?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7473066489155826393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7473066489155826393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7473066489155826393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7473066489155826393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/oil-change-instructions-for-women.html' title='Oil Change instructions for Women'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-186170984316094076</id><published>2009-02-04T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:22:51.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A man and his wife are awakened, at 3 o&amp;#39;clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Not a chance,&amp;quot; says the husband, &amp;quot;it is 3 o&amp;#39;clock in the morning!&amp;quot; He slams the door and returns to bed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Who was that?&amp;quot; asked his wife. &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just some drunk guy asking for a push,&amp;quot; he answers.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did you help him?&amp;quot;, she asks.&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;No, I did not, it&amp;#39;s 3 o&amp;#39;clock in the morning and it&amp;#39;s pouring out there!&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Well, you have a short memory,&amp;quot; says his wife. &amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t you remember, about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.&lt;br&gt;He calls out into the dark, &amp;quot;Hello, are you still there?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Yes&amp;quot; comes back the answer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Do you still need a push?&amp;quot;, calls out the husband. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, please!&amp;quot; comes the reply from the dark.&lt;br&gt;Where are you?&amp;quot; asks the husband.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font style="font-family: georgia,serif;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;quot;Over here on the swing!&amp;quot;,&amp;nbsp; replies the drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-186170984316094076?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/186170984316094076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=186170984316094076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/186170984316094076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/186170984316094076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/02/push.html' title='The Push'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3876875824072238746</id><published>2009-01-29T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:05:39.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colonoscopy</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;This is from newshound Dave Barry&amp;#39;s colonoscopy journal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Then Andy explained the&amp;nbsp; colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.&amp;nbsp; I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn&amp;#39;t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, &amp;#39;HE&amp;#39;S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;I left Andy&amp;#39;s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called &amp;#39;MoviPrep,&amp;#39; which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven.&amp;nbsp; I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America &amp;#39;s enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.&amp;nbsp; Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation.&amp;nbsp; In accordance with my instructions, I didn&amp;#39;t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the moviPrep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour,&amp;nbsp; because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, &amp;#39;a loose, watery bowel movement may result.&amp;#39; This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don&amp;#39;t want to be too graphic, here, but:&amp;nbsp; Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the&amp;nbsp; future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking, &amp;#39;What if I spurt on Andy?&amp;#39; How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.&amp;nbsp; Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.&amp;nbsp; At first I was ticked off that I hadn&amp;#39;t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was &amp;#39;Dancing Queen&amp;#39; by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this&amp;nbsp; particular procedure, &amp;#39;Dancing Queen&amp;#39; had to be the least appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;#39;You want me to turn it up?&amp;#39; said Andy, from somewhere behind me. &amp;#39;Ha ha,&amp;#39; I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.&amp;nbsp; If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling &amp;#39;Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,&amp;#39; and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;ABOUT THE WRITER: Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.&amp;nbsp; On the subject of Colonoscopies... Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. &amp;#39;Take it easy, Doc. You&amp;#39;re boldly going where no man has gone before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. &amp;#39;Find Amelia Earhart yet?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. &amp;#39;Can you hear me NOW?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. &amp;#39;Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. &amp;#39;You know, in Arkansas , we&amp;#39;re now legally married.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. &amp;#39;Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7. &amp;#39;You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8. &amp;#39;Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9. &amp;#39;If your hand doesn&amp;#39;t fit, you must quit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10. &amp;#39;Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11. &amp;#39;You used to be an executive at Enron, didn&amp;#39;t you?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;12. &amp;#39;God, now I know why I am not gay.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And the best one of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13. &amp;#39;Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3876875824072238746?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3876875824072238746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3876875824072238746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3876875824072238746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3876875824072238746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/01/colonoscopy.html' title='Colonoscopy'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4031728307099942535</id><published>2009-01-28T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:56:19.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into an elevator, pushes the button for his floor and then notices a perky little blonde is in there with him. &lt;br&gt;He smiles at her and she smiles back and says T.G.I.F....he thinks for a minute looks back at her and says S.H.I.T. &lt;br&gt;The blonde being so pleasantly perky looks at him again and with a little more enthusiasm repeats T.G.I. F.&lt;br&gt;He again looks at her a little puzzled and says again S.H.I.T. &lt;br&gt;This time the little perky princess prepares her biggest smile and musters all the excitement she can and repeats T.G.I.F. &lt;br&gt;By this time the guy is more than annoyed with her and mockingly exclaims S.H.I.T....by now the blonde is a little confused and says with a smile T.G.I.F. means &amp;quot;Thank God It&amp;#39;s Friday duuuuhhhh&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Waiting for the guy to &amp;quot;get it&amp;quot; to which he turns to her and says sternly &amp;quot;S.H.I.T. means Sorry Honey Its Thursday....duuuhhhh&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4031728307099942535?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4031728307099942535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4031728307099942535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4031728307099942535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4031728307099942535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/01/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1553240938395188617</id><published>2009-01-26T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:19:34.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then the fight started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.  She asked, 'What's on TV?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I said, 'Dust.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My wife and I are watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"No," she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, "Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I bought her a scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive.......so, I took her to a gas station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think that a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nah, she can order for herself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1553240938395188617?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1553240938395188617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1553240938395188617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1553240938395188617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1553240938395188617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-fight-started.html' title='And then the fight started...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2579300480713384533</id><published>2008-12-13T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:08:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Story for people having a bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;When four of Santa&amp;#39;s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the rum. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;The angel said very cheerfully, &amp;#39;Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn&amp;#39;t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-2579300480713384533?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2579300480713384533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2579300480713384533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2579300480713384533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2579300480713384533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story-for-people-having-bad.html' title='A Christmas Story for people having a bad day'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3392058856648237909</id><published>2008-12-02T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:32:15.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post **VERY LOW** on the refrigerator door, at pet nose reading level.</title><content type='html'>Dear Dogs and Cats: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered.  Also, I have been using the bathroom for years--canine or feline attendance is not required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Complain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My pets live here! You don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'niture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To you, they are an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Eat less &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Don't ask for money all the time   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3  Are easier to train   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Normally come when called   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. Never ask to drive the car   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Don't smoke or drink   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9.  Don't want to wear your clothes   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3392058856648237909?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3392058856648237909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3392058856648237909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3392058856648237909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3392058856648237909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-very-low-on-refrigerator-door-at.html' title='Post **VERY LOW** on the refrigerator door, at pet nose reading level.'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4048919542033352244</id><published>2008-11-21T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:08:49.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pregnant Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister&amp;#39;s house for the traditional feast.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She told my sister that she needed something from the store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, &amp;#39;Patricia, you&amp;#39;ve cooked a pregnant bird!&amp;#39; At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4048919542033352244?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4048919542033352244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4048919542033352244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4048919542033352244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4048919542033352244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnant-turkey.html' title='The Pregnant Turkey'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8103205481657039144</id><published>2008-11-14T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:24:20.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Envelope</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="2"&gt;One Sunday, while counting the money in the weekly offering, the pastor of a small church found a pink envelope containing $1000. It happened again the next week. The following Sunday, he watched as the offering was collected and saw a little old lady put the distinctive pink envelope in the plate.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This went on for weeks until the pastor, overcome by curiosity, approached her. &amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;Ma&amp;#39;am, I couldn&amp;#39;t help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate, he stated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Why yes,&amp;#39; she replied, &amp;#39;every week my son sends me money, and I give some of it to the church.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The pastor replied, &amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s wonderful, how much does he send you?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The old lady said, &amp;#39;$10,000 a week.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pastor was amazed. &amp;#39;Your son is very successful;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what does he do for a living?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;He is a veterinarian,&amp;#39; she answered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;That is an honorable profession,&amp;#39; the pastor said. &amp;nbsp;Where does he practice?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The old lady said proudly, &amp;#39;In Nevada . He has two cat houses in Las Vegas and one in Reno.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8103205481657039144?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8103205481657039144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8103205481657039144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8103205481657039144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8103205481657039144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-envelope.html' title='Pink Envelope'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1862259622513419666</id><published>2008-10-28T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:12:47.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Mind More Fertile Than Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Two silk worms had a race.  They ended up in a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, 'You stay here, I'll go on a head.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger.  Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital.  When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, 'No change yet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In democracy it's your vote that counts. In feudalism it's your count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Don't join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1862259622513419666?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1862259622513419666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1862259622513419666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1862259622513419666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1862259622513419666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-mind-more-fertile-than-mine.html' title='From a Mind More Fertile Than Mine'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8459579105400226783</id><published>2008-10-23T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:39:05.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She was standing in the kitchen preparing to soft boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the &amp;#39;T&amp;#39; shirt that she normally slept in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;ve got to make love to me this very moment.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My eyes lit up and I thought, &amp;#39;I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all.&amp;nbsp; Right there on the kitchen table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Afterwards she said, &amp;#39;Thanks,&amp;#39; and returned to the stove, her &amp;#39;T&amp;#39; shirt still around her neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A little puzzled, I asked, &amp;#39;What was that all about?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She explained, &amp;#39;The egg timer&amp;#39;s broken.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8459579105400226783?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8459579105400226783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8459579105400226783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8459579105400226783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8459579105400226783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-sex.html' title='Morning Sex'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5085297801305700428</id><published>2008-09-30T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:33:26.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Investment Perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" color="#000000"&gt;If you had purchased $1000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago, you will have $49.00 today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in AIG one year ago, you will have $33.00 today.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Lehman Brothers&amp;nbsp;one year ago, you will have $0.00 today.&lt;br&gt;But, if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans &lt;br&gt; for recycling refund, you will have received&amp;nbsp; $214.00.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily and recycle. It is called the 401-Keg.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A recent study found that the average American walks about 900 miles a year.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Another study found that Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol&amp;nbsp; a year.&amp;nbsp; That means that, on average, &lt;br&gt;Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Makes you proud to be an American! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5085297801305700428?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5085297801305700428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5085297801305700428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5085297801305700428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5085297801305700428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/09/investment-perspective.html' title='Investment Perspective...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-447532952620571872</id><published>2008-09-19T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:50:14.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Hurricane Season Is Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;10: Decorating the house (with plywood).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9:&amp;nbsp; Dragging out boxes that haven&amp;#39;t been used since last season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8:&amp;nbsp; Last minute shopping in crowded stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7:&amp;nbsp; Regular TV shows pre-empted for &amp;#39;Specials&amp;#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6:&amp;nbsp; Family coming to stay with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5:&amp;nbsp; Family and friends from out of state calling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4:&amp;nbsp; Buying food you don&amp;#39;t normally buy and in large quantities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3:&amp;nbsp; Days off from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2:&amp;nbsp; Candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;And the number one reason hurricane season is like Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1:&amp;nbsp; At some point you&amp;#39;re probably going to have a tree in your house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/font&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/6894832743144238800-447532952620571872?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/447532952620571872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=447532952620571872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/447532952620571872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/447532952620571872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-ten-reasons-hurricane-season-is.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Hurricane Season Is Like Christmas'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3161450832284673567</id><published>2008-09-14T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:12:17.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy &amp; "Uncle" Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;It&amp;#39;s Saturday morning and Bob&amp;#39;s just about to set off on a round of golf, when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; says a little girl&amp;#39;s voice.         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Hi, honey, it&amp;#39;s Daddy,&amp;quot; says Bob. &amp;quot;Is Mommy near the phone?&amp;quot;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;No, Daddy. She&amp;#39;s upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank.&amp;quot;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; After a brief pause, Bob says, &amp;quot;But you haven&amp;#39;t got an Uncle Frank, honey!&amp;quot;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Yes, I do, and he&amp;#39;s upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!&amp;quot;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Okay, then. Here&amp;#39;s what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car&amp;#39;s just pulled up outside the house.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Okay, Daddy!&amp;quot; A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone. &amp;quot;Well, I did what you said, Daddy.&amp;quot;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;And what happened?&amp;quot;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she&amp;#39;s all dead.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Oh, my God! What about Uncle Frank?&amp;quot;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too, and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he&amp;#39;s dead too.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; There is a long pause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &amp;quot;Swimming pool?   Is this 854-7039?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3161450832284673567?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3161450832284673567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3161450832284673567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3161450832284673567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3161450832284673567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-uncle-frank.html' title='Mommy &amp; &quot;Uncle&quot; Frank'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1536385079520022224</id><published>2008-09-11T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:38:42.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Ropin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those of you who hunt deer, want to pet deer, or anything in between, this is too funny! Names have been removed to protect the stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual letter from someone who writes, and farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had the idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled the cattle feeder, then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back.  They were not having any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first thing that I learned is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;While a deer may just stand there &amp;amp; look at you funny while you rope it; they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.  That deer EXPLODED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second thing I learned is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt.  A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer -- no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing ran, bucked, twisted, and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third thing I learned is:&lt;/strong&gt; (the only upside)&lt;br /&gt;They do not have as much stamina as many other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head mostly blinded me. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison.  I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured that if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between that deer and me. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fourth thing I learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.  Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head -- almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was when I got my fifth lesson in deer behavior for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They raise right up on their back feet, strike right about head, and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you cannot get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson six:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope -- so that they can be somewhat equal to the prey.&lt;br /&gt; &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/6894832743144238800-1536385079520022224?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1536385079520022224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1536385079520022224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1536385079520022224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1536385079520022224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/09/deer-ropin.html' title='Deer Ropin&apos;'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-953581070552758016</id><published>2008-09-09T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:00:37.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;According to a news report, a certain school  in Garden City, MI was recently faced with a unique  problem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls were  beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the washroom. That was fine,  but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the  mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Every night, the  maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them  back.&amp;nbsp; Finally the principal decided that something had to be  done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font face="Microsoft Sans Serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He called all the girls to the washroom  and met them there with the maintenance man.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;He explained that  all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had  to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to  clean the mirrors, he asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much  effort was required.&amp;nbsp; He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the  toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the  mirror.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE MORAL OF THIS STORY.. There are teachers, and then there are  Educators.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&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/6894832743144238800-953581070552758016?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/953581070552758016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=953581070552758016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/953581070552758016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/953581070552758016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick-in-school.html' title='Lipstick in School'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5624887056043606973</id><published>2008-08-30T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:54:54.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Walking can add minutes to your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This enables you at 85 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;home at $7000 per month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grandpa started walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;five miles a day when he was 60..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now he&amp;#39;s 97 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and we don&amp;#39;t know where he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I like long walks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;especially when they are taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by people who annoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The only reason I would take up walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have to walk early in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;before my brain figures out what I&amp;#39;m doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I joined a health club last year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;spent about 400 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Haven&amp;#39;t lost a pound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Apparently you have to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every time I hear the dirty word &amp;#39;exercise&amp;#39;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wash my mouth out with chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I do have flabby thighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The advantage of exercising every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is so when you die, they&amp;#39;ll say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;Wow, he looks good doesn&amp;#39;t he!&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you are going to try cross-country skiing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;start with a small country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know I got a lot of exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the last few years,......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;just getting over the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We all get heavier as we get older,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because there&amp;#39;s a lot more information in our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That&amp;#39;s my story and I&amp;#39;m sticking to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every time I start thinking too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;about how I look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just find a Happy Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and by the time I leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I look just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5624887056043606973?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5624887056043606973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5624887056043606973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5624887056043606973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5624887056043606973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/importance-of-walking.html' title='Importance of Walking'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7263468522459045093</id><published>2008-08-26T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:26:52.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Known Photo of Michael Phelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SLRY5tpIAQI/AAAAAAAAEI8/mpGcqNB40j0/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SLRY5tpIAQI/AAAAAAAAEI8/mpGcqNB40j0/s400/phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238910015066603778" 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/6894832743144238800-7263468522459045093?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7263468522459045093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7263468522459045093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7263468522459045093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7263468522459045093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-known-photo-of-michael-phelps.html' title='First Known Photo of Michael Phelps'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SLRY5tpIAQI/AAAAAAAAEI8/mpGcqNB40j0/s72-c/phelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3094909453125935041</id><published>2008-08-25T10:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:44:05.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washcloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This is one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; Always makes me laugh!&amp;nbsp; This has to be read, laughed at and passed on. There is not a woman alive today who won&amp;#39;t crack up over this!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.&amp;nbsp; Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor&amp;#39;s office to tell &lt;br&gt; me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn&amp;#39;t have any time to spare.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn&amp;#39;t going to be able to make the full effort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes,&amp;nbsp;hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.&amp;nbsp; I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Knowing the procedure, as I&amp;#39;m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I was a little surprised when the doctor said, &amp;quot;My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven&amp;#39;t we?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t respond.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal . Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, &amp;quot;Mommy, where&amp;#39;s my washcloth?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I told her to get another one from the cupboard. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She replied, &amp;quot;No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m NEVER going back to that doctor ever, ever, ever!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3094909453125935041?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3094909453125935041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3094909453125935041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3094909453125935041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3094909453125935041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/washcloth.html' title='The Washcloth'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8980507999514843517</id><published>2008-08-24T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:22:20.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of the 2008 Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EO_BnsrWMnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EO_BnsrWMnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8980507999514843517?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8980507999514843517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8980507999514843517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8980507999514843517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8980507999514843517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-honor-of-2008-olympics.html' title='In Honor of the 2008 Olympics'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5781317949534568425</id><published>2008-08-13T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:11:10.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parked on the side of the road waiting to catch speeding drivers, a state trooper sees a car puttering along at 22 mph.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He thinks to himself, &amp;quot;This driver is as dangerous as a speeder!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Approaching the car, he notices that there are five elderly ladies, two in the front seat and three in the back, wide-eyed and white as ghosts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The driver, obviously confused, says to him, &amp;quot;Officer, I don&amp;#39;t understand. I was going the exact speed limit. What seems to be the problem?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The trooper trying to contain a chuckle, explains to her that 22 was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;But before you go, Ma&amp;#39;am, I have to ask, is everyone in this car OK? These women seem awfully shaken?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="blue" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, they&amp;#39;ll be all right in a minute, officer. We just got off Highway 127.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5781317949534568425?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5781317949534568425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5781317949534568425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5781317949534568425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5781317949534568425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-old-ladies.html' title='Little Old Ladies'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3930234790650954226</id><published>2008-07-30T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:09:54.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Employee of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A young guy from Wisconsin moves to Florida and goes to a big everything-under-one-roof department store looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manager says, "Do you have any  sales experience?"&lt;br /&gt;The kid says 'Yeah.  I was a salesman back in Wisconsin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come down after we close and see how you did.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the store was locked up, the boss came down.&lt;br /&gt;'How many customers bought something from you today?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says, 'One.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, 'Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day.  How much was the sale for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says,  '$101,237.65.'&lt;br /&gt;The boss says,  '$101,237.65?  What the heck did you sell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says, 'First, I sold him a small fish hook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a medium fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a larger fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him a new fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down the coast, so I told him he was  going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he didn't  think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said 'A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid said 'No, the guy came in here to buy Tampons for his wife, and I said, 'Dude, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing.'&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3930234790650954226?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3930234790650954226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3930234790650954226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3930234790650954226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3930234790650954226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/employee-of-month.html' title='Employee of the Month'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7227903388288208200</id><published>2008-07-29T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:27:20.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember to Live Well &amp; Laugh Often!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day Barb said, &amp;#39;Rose, we both loved playing women&amp;#39;s softball all our lives, and we played all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there&amp;#39;s women&amp;#39;s soft-ball there.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Rose looked up at Barb from her death bed and said, &amp;#39;Barb, you&amp;#39;ve been my best friend for many years. If it&amp;#39;s at all possible, I&amp;#39;ll do this favor for you.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Shortly after that, Rose passed on. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; At midnight the following Friday, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out other, &amp;#39;Barb, Barb.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Who is it?&amp;#39; asked Barb, sitting up suddenly.&lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Who is it?&amp;#39; &amp;#39;Barb -- it&amp;#39;s me, Rose.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re not Rose. Rose just died.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m telling you , it&amp;#39;s me, Rose,&amp;#39; insisted the voice.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Rose! Where are you?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;In Heaven,&amp;#39; replied Rose. &amp;#39;I have some really good news and a little bad news.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Tell me the good news first,&amp;#39; said Barb. &lt;br&gt; The good news,&amp;#39; Rose said, &amp;#39;is that there&amp;#39;s softball in Heaven. Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that,&lt;br&gt; we&amp;#39;re all young again. Better still, it&amp;#39;s always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we ever get tired.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s fantastic,&amp;#39; said Barb. &amp;#39;It&amp;#39;s beyond my wildest dreams! So what&amp;#39;s the bad news&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re pitching Tuesday.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt; Life is short...&lt;br&gt; So Remember to Live Well &amp;amp; Laugh Often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7227903388288208200?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7227903388288208200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7227903388288208200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7227903388288208200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7227903388288208200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-to-live-well-laugh-often.html' title='Remember to Live Well &amp; Laugh Often!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-624326879005002345</id><published>2008-07-02T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:27:37.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Carlin's Views on Aging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;color:maroon;"  &gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How old are you?'&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;I'm four&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);font-family:georgia,serif;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;become&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;21. Even the words sound like a ceremony.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But then you&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;turn&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECOME&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;21, you&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURN&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;30, then you're&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUSHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you&lt;b&gt;REACH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;50 and your dreams are gone.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But! wait!! !&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAKE it&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to 60. You didn't think you would!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;21,&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;TURN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;30,  &lt;b&gt;PUSH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;40,&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;REACH&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;50 and make&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to 60.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You've built up so much speed that you&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;get into !&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was JUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,serif;color:maroon;"  &gt;92.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!'&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-624326879005002345?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/624326879005002345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=624326879005002345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/624326879005002345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/624326879005002345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/george-carlins-views-on-aging.html' title='George Carlin&apos;s Views on Aging'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7613271447896629638</id><published>2008-07-02T14:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:57:26.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.  He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister.  She then sent it to radio station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne ,  Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Hi Sue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. I t's li ke working in a Jacuzzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.  Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out fro m my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it.  However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes befor e I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!&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/6894832743144238800-7613271447896629638?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7613271447896629638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7613271447896629638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7613271447896629638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7613271447896629638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8123969949474715166</id><published>2008-07-01T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:11:10.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;After living in the remote wilderness of Kentucky all his life, an&amp;nbsp; old hillbilly decided it was time to visit the big city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;In one of the stores he picks up a mirror and looks in it. Not ever having seen one before, he remarked at the image staring back at him, &amp;quot;How about that! Here&amp;#39;s a picture of my daddy.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;He bought the mirror thinking it was a picture of his daddy, but on&amp;nbsp; the way home he remembered his wife didn&amp;#39;t like his father, so he hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and look at it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;His wife began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror. As she looked into the glass, she fumed,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&amp;quot;So that&amp;#39;s the ugly hussy he&amp;#39;s runnin&amp;#39; around with!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8123969949474715166?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8123969949474715166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8123969949474715166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8123969949474715166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8123969949474715166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-living-in-remote-wilderness-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8309964636535091340</id><published>2008-05-20T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:18:25.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Alert... Contagious Virus</title><content type='html'>The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues, or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises. Take two good friends to the nearest grocery store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should immediately forward this medical alert to at least five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected&lt;br&gt; and WORK is controlling your life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8309964636535091340?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8309964636535091340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8309964636535091340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8309964636535091340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8309964636535091340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/05/medical-alert-contagious-virus.html' title='Medical Alert... Contagious Virus'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8263401552413359746</id><published>2008-05-14T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:42:10.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you should never say to a cop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. I can&amp;#39;t reach my license unless you hold my beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Sorry, Officer, I didn&amp;#39;t realize my radar detector wasn&amp;#39;t plugged&amp;nbsp; in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Aren&amp;#39;t you the&amp;nbsp; guy from the Village People? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Hey, you&amp;nbsp; must&amp;#39;ve been doin&amp;#39; about 125 mph to keep up with me. Good job!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Are You Andy&amp;nbsp; or Barney? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. I thought you&amp;nbsp; had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. You&amp;#39;re not gonna check the trunk, are you? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. I pay your&amp;nbsp; salary! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Gee, officer! That&amp;#39;s terrific. The last officer only gave me a warning, too!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Do you know&amp;nbsp; why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. I was trying&amp;nbsp; to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there are no other cars around. That&amp;#39;s how far ahead of me they are. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;12. When the Officer says &amp;#39;Gee. Your eyes look red, have you been drinking?&amp;#39; You&amp;nbsp; probably shouldn&amp;#39;t respond with,&amp;#39;Gee Officer your eyes look glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?&amp;#39; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8263401552413359746?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8263401552413359746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8263401552413359746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8263401552413359746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8263401552413359746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-you-should-never-say-to-cop.html' title='Things you should never say to a cop...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7167501152256263682</id><published>2008-05-12T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:09:04.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One evening a Husband, thinking he was being funny, said to his wife, &amp;#39;Perhaps we should start washing your Clothes in Slim Fast. Maybe it would take a few inches off of your butt!&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;His Wife was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn&amp;#39;t let such a comment go unrewarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The next morning the Husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer.&amp;nbsp; &amp;#39;What the heck is this?&amp;#39; he said to himself as a little &amp;#39;dust&amp;#39; cloud appeared when he shook them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;#39;April,&amp;#39; he hollered into the bathroom, &amp;#39;why did you put Talcum Powder in my Underwear?&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She replied with a snicker. &amp;#39;It&amp;#39;s not talcum powder, It&amp;#39;s &amp;#39;Miracle Grow!&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7167501152256263682?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7167501152256263682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7167501152256263682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7167501152256263682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7167501152256263682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/05/underwear-dust.html' title='Underwear Dust'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-217969490621523641</id><published>2008-05-12T14:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:43:47.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with&lt;br&gt;his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;#39;Grandma, how come you don&amp;#39;t have a boyfriend now that Grandpa&lt;br&gt;went to heaven?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Grandma replied, &amp;#39;Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my&lt;br&gt;bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel&lt;br&gt;good and the comedies make me laugh. I&amp;#39;m happy with my TV as my&lt;br&gt;boyfriend.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started&lt;br&gt;adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus.  Frustrated,&lt;br&gt;she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem.&lt;p&gt;The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door&lt;br&gt;and there stood Grandma&amp;#39;s minister. The minister said, &amp;#39;Hello son, is&lt;br&gt;your Grandma home?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The little boy replied, &amp;#39;Yeah, she&amp;#39;s in the bedroom bangin&amp;#39; her boyfriend.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The minister fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-217969490621523641?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/217969490621523641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=217969490621523641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/217969490621523641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/217969490621523641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandmas-boyfriend.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Boyfriend'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-388289001368461783</id><published>2008-05-12T14:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:42:52.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man and an Ostrich</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.&lt;br&gt;The waitress asks them for their orders.&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;#39;A hamburger, fries and a coke,&amp;#39; and turns to the&lt;br&gt;ostrich, &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s yours?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll have the same,&amp;#39; says the ostrich.&lt;p&gt;A short time later the waitress returns with the order &amp;#39;That will be&lt;br&gt;$9.40 please,&amp;#39; and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the&lt;br&gt;exact change for payment.&lt;p&gt;The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, &amp;#39;A&lt;br&gt;hamburger, fries and a coke. &amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The ostrich says, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll have the same.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Again, the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.&lt;p&gt;This becomes routine until the two enter again. &amp;#39;The usual?&amp;#39; asks the&lt;br&gt;waitress.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a&lt;br&gt;salad,&amp;#39; says the man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Same,&amp;#39; says the ostrich.&lt;p&gt;Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, &amp;#39;That will be $32.62.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; Once again, the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and&lt;br&gt;places it on the table.&lt;p&gt;The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. &amp;#39;Excuse me&lt;br&gt;sir.  How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in&lt;br&gt;your pocket every time?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Well,&amp;#39; says the man, &amp;#39;several years ago I was cleaning the attic and&lt;br&gt;found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me&lt;br&gt;two wishes.&lt;p&gt;My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just&lt;br&gt;put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be&lt;br&gt;there.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s brilliant!&amp;#39; says the waitress. &amp;#39;Most people would ask for a&lt;br&gt;million dollars or something, but you&amp;#39;ll always be as rich as you want&lt;br&gt;for as long as you live!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s right. Whether it&amp;#39;s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the&lt;br&gt;exact money is always there,&amp;#39; says the man.&lt;p&gt;The waitress asks, &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s with the ostrich?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The man sighs, pauses, and answers, &amp;#39;My second wish was for a tall&lt;br&gt;chick with a big butt and long legs who agrees with everything I say.&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-388289001368461783?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/388289001368461783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=388289001368461783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/388289001368461783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/388289001368461783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-and-ostrich.html' title='The Man and an Ostrich'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4316072544340948300</id><published>2008-04-01T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:30:06.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every office needs a slogan......</title><content type='html'>Sign over a Gynecologist&amp;#39;s Office:&lt;p&gt;  &amp;quot;Dr. Jones, at your cervix.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;In a Podiatrist&amp;#39;s office:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Time wounds all heels.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On a Septic Tank Truck:&lt;p&gt;Yesterday&amp;#39;s Meals on Wheels&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At a Proctologist&amp;#39;s door:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;To expedite your visit please back in.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On a Plumber&amp;#39;s truck:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We repair what your husband fixed.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On another Plumber&amp;#39;s truck:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t sleep with a drip. Call your plumber..&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On a Church&amp;#39;s Billboard:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;7 days without God makes one weak.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At a Towing company:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We don&amp;#39;t charge an arm and a leg. We want tows.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On an Electrician&amp;#39;s truck:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Let us remove your shorts.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;In a Nonsmoking Area:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On a Maternity Room door:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Push. Push. Push.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At an Optometrist&amp;#39;s Office:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you don&amp;#39;t see what you&amp;#39;re looking for, you&amp;#39;ve come to the right place.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;*************************&lt;p&gt;On a Taxidermist&amp;#39;s window:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We really know our stuff.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;On a Fence:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At a Car Dealership:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;Outside a Muffler Shop:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;In a Veterinarian&amp;#39;s waiting room:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At the Electric Company&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We would be delighted if you send in your payment.&lt;p&gt;However, if you don&amp;#39;t, you will be.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;In a Restaurant window:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t stand there and be hungry, Come on in and get fed up.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;In the front yard of a Funeral Home :&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Drive carefully. We&amp;#39;ll wait.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;At a Propane Filling Station:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank heaven for little grills.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;**************************&lt;p&gt;And don&amp;#39;t forget the sign at a&lt;p&gt;Chicago Radiator Shop:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Best place in town to take leak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4316072544340948300?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4316072544340948300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4316072544340948300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4316072544340948300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4316072544340948300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-office-needs-slogan.html' title='Every office needs a slogan......'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5814121837901450</id><published>2008-03-07T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:29:36.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Bathroom Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;When you have to visit a public Bathroom, you usually find  a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn,  you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.&amp;nbsp;  Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving  the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait  has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern  "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You  would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so  you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in  her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The  Stance." In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to  shake.&amp;nbsp; you'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe  the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind  off your&amp;nbsp; trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty  toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,  "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no  toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on  yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your  neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same  time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's  still sm aller than your thumbnail Someone pushes your door open because the  latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck  in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank  of the toilet. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door,  dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose  your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet  of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare  bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the  uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was  any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be  utterly appalled if she knew, be cause, you're certain&amp;lt; BR&amp;gt;her bare bottom  never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW  what kind of diseases you could get."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the  toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire  hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers  your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks  everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper  dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're  soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try  to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out  inconspicuously to the&lt;BR&gt;sinks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the  automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and  walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile  politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of  toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You  yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,  "Here, you&lt;BR&gt;just might need this."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since  entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so  long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to  women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be  kidding!!). It finally explains to the men wh at really does take us so long. It  also answers their other commonlyasked questions about why women go to the  restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse  and hand you Kleenex under the door!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could  describe it so accurately!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5814121837901450?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5814121837901450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5814121837901450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5814121837901450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5814121837901450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-bathroom-humor.html' title='Girl&apos;s Bathroom Humor'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-9128550140546770681</id><published>2008-02-15T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:37:56.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes for Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CLASSES FOR MEN AT THE&lt;br /&gt;ADULT LEARNING  CENTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED&lt;br /&gt;by Monday, March 3,  2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;NOTE: DUE TO THE  COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE  LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class  1&lt;br /&gt;How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays—Step by Step, with Slide  Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meets 4 weeks,  Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00  PM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 2&lt;br /&gt;The Toilet Paper Roll—Does It Change  Itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Round  Table Discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class  3&lt;br /&gt;Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and  Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?--Group  Practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meets 4 weeks, Saturday  10:00 PM for 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 4&lt;br /&gt;Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The  Floor—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures  and Explanatory Graphics.&lt;br /&gt;Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 5&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Dishes—Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen  Sink?&lt;br /&gt;Examples on Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for  2 hours beginning&lt;br /&gt;at 7:00 PM&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 6&lt;br /&gt;Loss Of Identity—Losing The Remote To Your Significant  Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Help  Line Support and Support Groups.&lt;br /&gt;Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00  PM&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 7&lt;br /&gt;Learning How To Find Things—Starting With Looking In The Right  Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While  Screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Open Forum.&lt;br /&gt;Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 8&lt;br /&gt;Health Watch—Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your  Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Graphics and Audio Tapes.&lt;br /&gt;Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at  7:00 PM for 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class  9&lt;br /&gt;Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost—Real Life  Testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuesdays at 6:00 PM  Location to be determined.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 10&lt;br /&gt;Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She  Parallel Parks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Driving Simulations.&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks, Saturday’s noon, 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 11&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Live—Basic Differences Between Mother and  Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Online  Classes and role-playing.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 12&lt;br /&gt;How to be the Ideal Shopping  Companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.&lt;br /&gt;Meets 4  weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 13&lt;br /&gt;How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy—Remembering Birthdays,  Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You’re Going To Be  Late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.&lt;br /&gt;Three  nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class 14&lt;br /&gt;The Stove/Oven—What It Is and How It Is  Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Live  Demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Upon completion of&lt;u&gt; any&lt;/u&gt; of the  above courses, diplomas will be issued &lt;u&gt;to the  survivors.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-9128550140546770681?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/9128550140546770681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=9128550140546770681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/9128550140546770681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/9128550140546770681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/02/classes-for-men.html' title='Classes for Men'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1020206341802884710</id><published>2008-02-13T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:50:34.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN RE WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;A pessimist's blood type is always  b-negative.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Practice safe eating - always use condiments.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Shotgun  wedding: A case of wife or death.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I used to work in a blanket factory,  but it folded.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  hangover is the wrath of grapes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Corduroy pillows are making  headlines.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sea captains  don't like crew cuts.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A  successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Time flies like an  arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A gossip is someone with a great sense  of rumor.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Without geometry, life is pointless.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you dream in  color, it's a pigment of your imagination.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Reading while sunbathing makes  you well-red.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man's home is his castle, in a manor of  speaking.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When two egotists  meet, it's an I for an I.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is  two-tired.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's the definition of a will? (Come on, it's a  dead&lt;BR&gt;giveaway!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A backwards poet writes inverse.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In democracy  your vote counts. In feudalism, your count votes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A chicken crossing the  road is poultry in motion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you don't pay your exorcist, you get  repossessed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;With her marriage, she got a new name and a  dress.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft, and I'll show you a  flat minor.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The  man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A grenade  thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You  feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Local Area Network in  Australia : The LAN down under.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He often broke into song because he  couldn't find the key.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Every calendar's days are numbered.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A lot  of money is tainted. It t'aint yours and it t'aint mine.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A boiled egg in  the morning is hard to beat.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He had a photographic memory that was never  developed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small  medium at large.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a  mall.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine .&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When an  actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bakers  trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Santa's helpers are  subordinate clauses.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Acupuncture is a jab well  done.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1020206341802884710?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1020206341802884710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1020206341802884710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1020206341802884710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1020206341802884710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-pun-is-its-own-re-word.html' title='A GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN RE WORD'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8557128672771225207</id><published>2008-01-24T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:32:12.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken woman swigging her drink, as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My wife asks, &amp;quot;Do you know her?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; I sighed. &amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s my old girlfriend. I understand she started drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;My God!&amp;quot; says my wife. &amp;quot;Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?&amp;quot;&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/6894832743144238800-8557128672771225207?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8557128672771225207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8557128672771225207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8557128672771225207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8557128672771225207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-311827361895990361</id><published>2008-01-24T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:08:29.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Larry ordered steamed Asian vegetables, hold the celery. But they brought him celery anyways so he just left it. The next week Larry ordered tomato soup and it came with a stick of celery on the side. Again he left it uneaten. Then while eating a sandwich, he spied celery on the sidewalk outside.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It was then Larry realized; he was being stalked!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-311827361895990361?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/311827361895990361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=311827361895990361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/311827361895990361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/311827361895990361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/celery.html' title='Celery'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1753267680982703533</id><published>2008-01-21T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:00:31.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Joe        is 5 and learning to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;He        points at a picture in a zoo book and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;quot;Look        Mama! It&amp;#39;s a frickin&amp;#39; Elephant!&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Deep        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;breath        ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;        &amp;quot;What did you call it?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s        a frickin&amp;#39; Elephant, Mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;It        says so on the picture!&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;and        so it does ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;quot;A f        r i c a n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Elephant        &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;Hooked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Phonics        strikes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/6894832743144238800-1753267680982703533?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1753267680982703533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1753267680982703533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1753267680982703533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1753267680982703533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-to-read.html' title='Learning to Read'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6155248426786555801</id><published>2008-01-18T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:20:16.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloves</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Next time you use a pair  of rubber gloves, you're going to smile when you think of  this:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old  lady, was Nervous so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his  Gloves.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'No, I  don't,' she replied.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada  with a big tank Of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip  in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them Into boxes  of the right size.'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She didn't crack a smile.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Oh, well. I tried,'  he thought.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the  procedure, she burst out laughing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'What's so funny?' he asked 'I was  just envisioning how condoms are made!'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Gotta watch those little old  ladies! Their minds are always working!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-6155248426786555801?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6155248426786555801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6155248426786555801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6155248426786555801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6155248426786555801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/gloves.html' title='Gloves'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7337368211792861091</id><published>2008-01-15T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:08:15.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba's Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Bubba's sister  is with child and is in a bad car accident, which&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;causes her to fall into a deep  coma. After nearly six months,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;she awakens and sees she is no longer with child.  Frantically,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;she asks the doctor about her  baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The doctor replies, " Ma'am, you had twins - a boy  and a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=671020720-15012008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The babies are fine. Your brother came in and named  them."&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=671020720-15012008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff  size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The wom an thinks to herself, "Oh, no! Not Bubba;  he's an idiot!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=671020720-15012008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;Expecting the worst, she asks the doctor, "Well,  what's the girl's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;name?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;"Denise," the doctor answers. The  new mother thinks, "Wow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;That's a beautiful name, maybe I was wrong about my  brother.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;I  really like the name Denise. "What's the boy's name?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;"Denephew."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7337368211792861091?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7337368211792861091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7337368211792861091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7337368211792861091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7337368211792861091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/bubbas-sister.html' title='Bubba&apos;s Sister'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5099846827587146296</id><published>2008-01-10T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:10:50.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses &amp; Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;At this time of year, after the holidays, ads for  weight-loss programs saturate print media and the airwaves. Even TV talk shows  devote time to the battle of the bulge.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I caught part of a &lt;SPAN  class=yshortcuts&gt;&lt;SPAN id=lw_1199966849_0 style="CURSOR: hand"&gt;Dr.  Phil&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; episode in which the prominent self-help guru was evaluating  the situation of one overweight guest. The woman commented that she'd like to  buy a horse so she could get exercise via riding. "That's great for the horse,"  responded &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts&gt;&lt;SPAN id=lw_1199966849_1  style="CURSOR: hand"&gt;Dr. Phil&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; drolly, "but what good is it for  you?" Obviously, &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts&gt;&lt;SPAN id=lw_1199966849_2  style="CURSOR: hand"&gt;Dr. Phil&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; has missed out on the cardiovascular  workout we women get attempting to get into a &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts&gt;&lt;SPAN  id=lw_1199966849_3 style="CURSOR: hand"&gt;sports bra&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and riding  pants....&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Clearly, the good doctor doesn't own a horse.  At least, not the right &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;horse. A  quiet, well-broke, agreeable mount may indeed not offer much in the way of  fitness training. But, the right horse (and most of us have owned 1 or 2,  haven't we?) will provide a body-building, cardiovascular- enhancing workout  that would make Richard Simmons envious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Allow me to explain....&lt;BR&gt;With the right  horse, you begin your fitness program by walking out to the pasture. As you  stride briskly, you carry the halter and lead rope behind you, pushed up high on  your back so the lead doesn't drag. The purpose of this is to tone your chest  and upper-arm muscles (because you're not fooling your horse, for he knows what  you carry).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As you approach to within a few feet of him,  he'll walk slowly away from you, but at a pace just so you can't reach him, then  stop. This will be repeated several times in succession, until you're ready to  jog. At that point, because you own just the right horse, he will trot, then  gallop around the pasture. If you're at the advanced level of fitness, you may  continue chasing after him for maximum aerobic benefits, or just stop and start  throwing rocks at him to give your rotator cuffs a &lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;workout. (Make sure you switch throwing  arms. Not only is this a benefit to you, your horse will think it  hilarious).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Beginners may prefer to toss the halter and  lead on the ground, bend&lt;BR&gt;forward from the waist, and engage in heavy  breathing and chanting (that's what we'll call it, anyway -- chanting) as the  horse continues to circle the field. For those of you that have experience with  this exercise, you may choose to throw the halter and lead, walk briskly, bend,  pick up, repeat. When the horse determines you've had enough of this warm-up  session, he'll allow you to catch him.&lt;BR  style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR  style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Now comes the total upper-body workout of  grooming.&lt;BR&gt;The right horse, of course, will be caked in dried mud. The  cement-like consistency of it will require work-to-exhaustion effort of your  biceps and triceps.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;NOTE: This  exercise has added value, the dried mud will stick to your face with  perspiration, instant facial!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Next comes the bending, stretching, and toning  of hoof-picking. Bend over, pick up the horse's left front foot, then be  prepared to jump back as he stomps it back down to the ground, narrowly missing  your foot. (Keep your knees bent as you jump, to protect your lower back.) Reach  down and pick up the foot again, hopping about with the horse to maintain your  grip as you attempt to pick what seems to be dirt mixed with Super Glue from the  hoof. Eventually the horse may stand still; you may be chanting by this time.  Repeat the entire circuit 3 more times with the remaining feet.&lt;BR  style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR  style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Once you can stand erect again, it's time for the  insect repellent exercise. True, with this one, your horse may actually get more  of a workout than you do, but you certainly get more of the repellent. It goes  like this: Squirt!-circle- circle. Squirt!-circle-circle. Squirt!-circle-  circle--- and so on, until you're completely misted with repellent and chanting  'whoa you sob whoa'. To receive maximum benefit from this exercise, make sure  you are at the beginning of a deep inhalation during the 'squirt' cycle and  exhale after the last chanting 'whoa'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;With the right horse, saddling up provides both  aerobic and strength building benefits. The trick is to keep your feet moving as  you heft the saddle blanket over and over (and over), trying to keep it in place  on a moving target. The blanket exercise warms you up for the saddle exercise,  for which the routine is the same, only the weight is much greater -- perfect  for buffing those hard-to-tone shoulder muscles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Now comes the mounting exercise. With the right  horse, it's left leg up, hop-hop-hop, left leg down, heavy breathing. Left leg  up, hop-hop-hop, left leg down, heavy breathing. For balance, go around to the  ther side and continue the exercise (right leg up, hop-hop-hop, heavy breathing,  right leg down, heavy breathing, etc.).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When your heart rate begins to exceed your  target range, look for a bucket. Bend over, pick it up, place it upside-down  next to the horse, wait for the horse to move away, then bend over, pick it up  again, place it next to the horse, and so on. NOTE: This is a cooling down  routine, not to be confused with the warm up pasture routine. When the horse  deems you've had enough of these repetitions, he'll stand still and allow you to  actually mount. At this point, of course, you'll be too exhausted to ride and  your facial mask will be dropping off in hunks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's best not to overdo it, so dismount, grab a  glass of wine, and head in to recover in a &lt;SPAN class=yshortcuts&gt;&lt;SPAN  id=lw_1199966849_4 style="CURSOR: hand"&gt;bubble  bath&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5099846827587146296?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5099846827587146296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5099846827587146296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5099846827587146296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5099846827587146296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2008/01/horses-exercise.html' title='Horses &amp; Exercise'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4604144862896448417</id><published>2007-12-27T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:46:07.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;IMG alt="" hspace=0  src="http://www.hostmypix.net/uploads/db9437acf6.jpg" align=baseline  border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4604144862896448417?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4604144862896448417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4604144862896448417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4604144862896448417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4604144862896448417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2245390552154795313</id><published>2007-12-04T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:23:23.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;my husband that my breasts are too small.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Instead of characteristically telling me it&amp;#39;s not so,  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;uncharacteristically came up with a suggestion.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;If you want your&lt;br&gt;breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;between them for a few seconds&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &amp;#39;How long will &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this take?&amp;#39; I asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;They will grow larger over a period of years, my husband replies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I stopped. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;#39;Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?&amp;#39;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Without missing a beat he says, &amp;#39; Worked for your butt, didn&amp;#39;t it?&amp;#39;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s still alive, and with a great deal of therapy he may even walk&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;again.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Though he will probably continue to take his meals through a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;straw.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="blue" size="2"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stupid, stupid man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="blue" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-2245390552154795313?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2245390552154795313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2245390552154795313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2245390552154795313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2245390552154795313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/12/miracle-of-toilet-paper.html' title='THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER..............'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8252351339579676142</id><published>2007-11-19T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:52:42.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/R0JLrp8QjPI/AAAAAAAABGw/dvFRqza5JIo/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/R0JLrp8QjPI/AAAAAAAABGw/dvFRqza5JIo/s320/turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134749738520841458" 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/6894832743144238800-8252351339579676142?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8252351339579676142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8252351339579676142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8252351339579676142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8252351339579676142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-turkey.html' title='Thanksgiving Turkey'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/R0JLrp8QjPI/AAAAAAAABGw/dvFRqza5JIo/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5856734748857169771</id><published>2007-11-13T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:51:59.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>Little Red Riding Hood is skipping along the forest road when she sees the big bad wolf crouched down behind a log.  "My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf."&lt;p&gt;The wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched behind a bush.  "My what big ears you have, Mr. Wolf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again the wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 1/4 mile down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched down behind a rock.  "My what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that the wolf jumps up and screams, "Will you knock it off, I'm trying to poop!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/6894832743144238800-5856734748857169771?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5856734748857169771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5856734748857169771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5856734748857169771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5856734748857169771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-red-riding-hood.html' title='Little Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-375557151153570624</id><published>2007-09-26T15:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:59:10.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax is Not your Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="750464819-26092007"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women  with their promises of easy,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;painless removal - The  epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix  dinner, play&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with the kids. I then had the thought that  would ring painfully in my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for the next few hours:  "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;medicine  cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise:    the  bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It was one of those "cold wax" kits.  No melting a clump of hot wax, you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just rub the strips  together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the  hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I  mean, I'm not a genius,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I am mechanically  inclined enough to figure this out.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  (YA  THINK!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So I pull one of the thin strips  out. It's two strips facing each&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;other stuck  together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold  wax,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh.  Hold the skin around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tight and pull. It works! OK, so  it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too bad. I can  do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin   extraordinaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With my next wax strip I move  north. After checking on the kids, I sneak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my panties and place one foot on the toilet.   Using the same  procedure, I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;apply the one strip across the right side  of my bikini line, covering the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right half of my  *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;myself. ...RRRRIIIPPP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm  blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I notice that I've only managed to pull off half  the  strip.  OH NO!  What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have I done???!!! Another  deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear  crashing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to  normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I want to see my trophy - a wax  covered strip, the one that has caused me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so much pain,  with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's  no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE  WAX???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Slowly I ease my head down, foot still  perched on the toilet. I see the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hair. The hair that  should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHAT?! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which  is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now covered in cold wax and matted hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot  is still propped up on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the toilet? I know I need to do  something. So I put my foot down.  My LIFE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FLASHES  BEFORE ME!!!!!!  I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do  and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to  poop. My head may pop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;off!"  What can I do to melt  the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I  run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently  wipe it off,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right??? WRONG!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to  torture&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment  - I sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, the only thing worse than having  your nether regions glued together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is having them glued  together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though  I had cement-epoxied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;myself to the porcelain!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; God bless the man who had convinced me a few months  ago to have a phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;put in the bathroom!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed  before and has some secret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of how to get me undone. It's  a very good conversation starter - "So, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;butt and  who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for  removal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but she does try to hide her laughter from me.  She wants to know exactly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where the wax is located, "Are  we talking cheeks or hoo-ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She's laughing  out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!!  Right!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should be the joke of someone else's  night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; While we go through various solutions.  I resort to scraping the wax off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with a razor. Nothing  feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in  hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and  I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress  counseling for this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my  saving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grace....the lotion they give you to remove the  excess wax. What do I really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;have to lose at this point?  I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The scream  probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT  WORKS!! It works!!"  I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;get a hearty congratulation  from my friend and she hangs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I  successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF  IT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So I recklessly shave it off.  Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;could have  amputated my own leg at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Next week  I'm going to try hair color...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Now  that's funny ........ Notttttttttt. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div id="AOLMsgPart_4_43d15158-263d-419b-9cbc-789667b86aef" style="margin: 10px;"&gt; &lt;div id="AOLMsgPart_7_43d15158-263d-419b-9cbc-789667b86aef"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-375557151153570624?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/375557151153570624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=375557151153570624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/375557151153570624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/375557151153570624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/09/fw-wax-is-not-your-friend.html' title='Wax is Not your Friend!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3605422264764378272</id><published>2007-08-02T06:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:25:19.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;IMG height=198 alt="" hspace=0  src="http://img487.imageshack.us/img487/8224/mm24393c3cv4.jpg" width=195  align=right border=0&gt;Yesterday I went to the doctor for my annual  physical.&amp;nbsp; My blood&lt;SPAN class=984111910-02082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;pressure was  high, my cholesterol was high, I'd gained some weight, and I didn't feel so  hot.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;My doctor said eating right doesn't have to be complicated  and it&lt;SPAN class=984111910-02082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;would solve my physical problems.  He said just think in colors;&lt;SPAN class=984111910-02082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Fill your  plate with bright colors; greens, yellows, reds, etc. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;I went right home and ate an entire bowl of M&amp;amp;M's and  sure enough,&lt;SPAN class=984111910-02082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I felt better immediately. I  never knew eating right could be so easy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3605422264764378272?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3605422264764378272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3605422264764378272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3605422264764378272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3605422264764378272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/08/dr-visit.html' title='Dr. Visit'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4705785829999015712</id><published>2007-08-01T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:19:38.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atheist and the Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;An atheist was taking a walk through the woods,  admiring all that evolution had created. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;"What majestic trees!&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN  class=453431712-01082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;What powerful rivers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN  class=453431712-01082007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;What beautiful animals!", he said to himself.  As he was walking along the river, he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him.  When he turned to see what the cause was, he saw a 7-foot grizzly charging right  towards him. He ran as fast as he could. He looked over his shoulder and saw  that the bear was closing, He ran even faster, crying in fear. He looked over  his shoulder again, and the bear was even closer. His heart was pounding and he  tried to run even faster. He tripped and fell on the ground. He rolled over to  pick himself up, but saw the bear right on top of him, reaching for him with his  left paw and raising his right paw to strike him. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;At that moment, the Atheist cried out "Oh my  God!...." Time stopped. The bear froze. The forest was silent. Even the river  stopped moving. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came  out of the sky, "You deny my existence for all of these years; teach others I  don't exist; and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to  help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?"  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The atheist looked directly into the light "It  would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask You to treat me as Christian now,  but perhaps could you make the bear a Christian?" "Very well," said the voice.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The light went out. The river ran again. And the  sounds of the forest resumed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;And then the bear dropped his right paw .....  brought both paws together...bowed his head and spoke: "Lord, for this food  which I am about to receive, I am truly thankful."  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4705785829999015712?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4705785829999015712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4705785829999015712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4705785829999015712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4705785829999015712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/08/atheist-and-bear.html' title='The Atheist and the Bear'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1410768702861648401</id><published>2007-06-19T03:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T03:55:14.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Jokes</title><content type='html'>BLONDE LOGIC &lt;br /&gt;Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking, and one blonde says to the other, "Which do you think is farther away... Florida or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;The other blonde turns and says "Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida ?????"&lt;p&gt;     CAR TROUBLE&lt;br /&gt;A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died.&lt;br /&gt;After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. She says, "What's the story?"&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor"&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;SPEEDING TICKET &lt;br /&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.&lt;br /&gt;She replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;RIVER WALK&lt;br /&gt;There's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoo-hoo!" she shouts, "How can I get to the other side?"&lt;br /&gt;The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, "You  ARE on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it.&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible!" says the doctor. "Show me."&lt;br /&gt;The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left shoulder and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed even more. She pushed her knee and screamed;   likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "You're not really a redhead, are you?&lt;br /&gt;"Well, no" she said, "I'm actually a blonde."&lt;br /&gt;"I thought so," the doctor said. "Your finger is broken."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KNITTING&lt;br /&gt;A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, "PULL OVER!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" the blonde yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;BLONDE ON THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day. The Russian said, "We were the first in space!"&lt;br /&gt;The American said, "We were the first on the moon!" &lt;br /&gt;The Blonde said, "So what? We're going to be the first on the sun!"&lt;br /&gt;The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't land on the sun, you idiot! You'll burn up!" said the Russian.&lt;br /&gt;To which the Blonde replied, "We're not stupid, you know. We're going at night!"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;IN A VACUUM&lt;br /&gt;A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science &amp;amp; Nature. Her question was, "If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?"&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a time and then asked, "Is it on or off?"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.   Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"&lt;br /&gt;"HELLLOOOOOOO......," answered the blond.  "They're watch dogs!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1410768702861648401?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1410768702861648401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1410768702861648401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1410768702861648401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1410768702861648401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/06/blonde-jokes.html' title='Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-688856031626620146</id><published>2007-06-04T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:17:58.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never tick off a guy who owns a backhoe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;TH&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/"  target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 370px" height=419  alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"  src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/val1224/stucktruck.jpg" width=461  border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-688856031626620146?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/688856031626620146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=688856031626620146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/688856031626620146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/688856031626620146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-tick-off-guy-who-owns-backhoe.html' title='Never tick off a guy who owns a backhoe...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4970150588766478501</id><published>2007-05-29T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:08:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Will Appreciate This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://www.hostmypix.net/uploads/544c9a20ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4970150588766478501?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4970150588766478501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4970150588766478501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4970150588766478501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4970150588766478501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/05/parents-will-appreciate-this.html' title='Parents Will Appreciate This...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-473209233159645195</id><published>2007-05-10T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:45:30.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div bg="" background="?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=11275f9c6158ee44" link="blue" vlink="purple"  style="margin-top: 3.75pt; font-family: verdana;color:white;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e had this great 10-year old cat named Jack who just recently died.  Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him.  He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we have three kids and at the time of this story they were 4-years old, 3-years old and 1-year old.  The middle one is Eli.  Eli really loves chapstick.  LOVES IT!  He kept asking to use my chapstick and then loses it.  So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I kept my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on.  My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box.  I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up.  Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli.  I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom.  And there was Eli.  He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's…rear end.  Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right, their little butts do look pretty chapped.  And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.  And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div bgcolor="white" background="?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=11275f9c6158ee44" link="blue" vlink="purple" style="margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-top: 3.75pt;" lang="EN-US"&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/6894832743144238800-473209233159645195?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/473209233159645195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=473209233159645195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/473209233159645195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/473209233159645195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-memory.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Memory'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7741800622522413673</id><published>2007-05-08T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:37:19.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HARVEY AND GLADYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Harvey and Gladys Goldman are getting ready for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gladys is standing in front of her full-length mirror, taking a long, hard look at herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;You know, Harvey,&amp;quot; she comments. &amp;quot;I stare into this mirror and I see an ancient creature. My face is all wrinkled, my boobs sag so much that they dangle to my waist, my arms and legs are as flabby as popped balloons, and...my butt looks like a sad, deflated version of the Hindenberg!&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She turns to face her husband and says, &amp;quot;Dear, please tell me just one positive thing about my body so I can feel better about myself.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Harvey studies Gladys critically for a moment and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice, &amp;quot;Well, there&amp;#39;s nothing wrong with your eyesight.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Services for Harvey Goldman will be held Tuesday morning at 10:30 at Beth Israel Synagogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7741800622522413673?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7741800622522413673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7741800622522413673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7741800622522413673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7741800622522413673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/05/harvey-and-gladys.html' title='HARVEY AND GLADYS'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8970264846865251539</id><published>2007-05-08T09:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:59:18.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost; and being a typical man did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew, who were eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I poured out my heart and soul.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I preached the workers began to say &amp;quot;Amen,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Praise the Lord,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Glory&amp;quot;! I preached, and I preached, like I&amp;#39;d never preached before: from Genesis all the way to Revelations.  &lt;br&gt;I closed the lengthy service with a prayer and walked to my car. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, &amp;quot;I ain&amp;#39;t never seen anything like that before and I&amp;#39;ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8970264846865251539?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8970264846865251539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8970264846865251539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8970264846865251539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8970264846865251539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/05/wrong-hole.html' title='Wrong Hole'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7213846817676449139</id><published>2007-04-18T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:37:19.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorties - For the Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;I was due for an appointment with the  gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the  doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30  am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already  around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have  any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over  hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make  the full effort.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the  washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in  that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the  clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my  appointment.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was  called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,  looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or  some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor  said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't  respond.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.  The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After  school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the  bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the  cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all  my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=921053413-18042007&gt;I'm &lt;/SPAN&gt;NEVER going back to that doctor  ever!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7213846817676449139?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7213846817676449139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7213846817676449139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7213846817676449139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7213846817676449139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-my-favorties-for-ladies.html' title='One of my favorties - For the Ladies'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5505537478260300099</id><published>2007-04-09T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:01:24.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance Evaluations</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Especially for people who have to write  performance evaluations. These are supposedly actual quotes taken from United  States Federal Government employee performance evaluations.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. "Since my last report, this employee  has reached rock- bottom and has started to dig."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. "I would not allow  this employee to breed."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. "This employee is really not so much of a  has-been, but more of definite won't be."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. "Works well when under  constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. "When she  opens her mouth, it seems that it is only to change feet."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. "This  young lady has delusions of adequacy."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;7. "He sets low personal  standards and then consistently fails to achieve them."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;8. "This  employee is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;9. "This  employee should go far and the sooner he starts the better."&lt;BR&gt;10. "Got a full  6-pack, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together."&lt;BR&gt;11. "A gross  ignoramus -- 144 times worse than an ordinary ignoramus."&lt;BR&gt;12. "He doesn't  have ulcers, but he's a carrier."&lt;BR&gt;13. "I would like to go hunting with him  sometime."&lt;BR&gt;14. "He's been working with glue too much."&lt;BR&gt;15. "He would argue  with a signpost."&lt;BR&gt;16. "He brings a lot of joy whenever he leaves the  room."&lt;BR&gt;17. "When his IQ reaches 50, he should sell."&lt;BR&gt;18. "If you see two  people talking and one looks bored, he's the other one."&lt;BR&gt;19. "A photographic  memory but with the lens cover glued on."&lt;BR&gt;20. "A prime candidate for natural  de-selection."&lt;BR&gt;21. "Donated his brain to science before he was done using  it."&lt;BR&gt;22. "Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't  coming."&lt;BR&gt;23. "He's got two brain cells, one is lost and the other is out  looking for it."&lt;BR&gt;24. "If he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered  twice a week."&lt;BR&gt;25. "If you give him a penny for his thoughts, you'd get  change."&lt;BR&gt;26. "If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the  ocean."&lt;BR&gt;27. "It's hard to believe he beat out 1,000,000 other sperm."&lt;BR&gt;28.  "Some drink from the fountain of knowledge; he only gargled."&lt;BR&gt;29. "Takes him  2 hours to watch '60-minutes'."&lt;BR&gt;30. "The wheel is turning, but the hamster is  dead."&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5505537478260300099?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5505537478260300099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5505537478260300099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5505537478260300099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5505537478260300099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/04/performance-evaluations.html' title='Performance Evaluations'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-257485808549401910</id><published>2007-04-02T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:07:11.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to Pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia'&gt;A little boy and girl are playing in a sandbox. &amp;nbsp;The little boy has to go to take a pee and he was told by his mother to always be polite and don't talk about private matters in public. &amp;nbsp;At first he holds it in for a little while because he does not know what to say to the little girl to excuse himself.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Then he remembers what his Mom had said at the restaurant to excuse herself from the table. &amp;nbsp;So he turns to the little girl and says &amp;quot;Will you excuse me I have to go powder my nose&amp;quot;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And saying that he leaps out of the sandbox and runs to the washroom.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When he comes back the little girl looks up at him and asks &amp;quot;Did you powder your nose?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Yes&amp;quot; said the little boy stepping back into the sandbox.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Well then&amp;quot; says the little girl, &amp;quot;You'd better close your purse because your lipstick is hanging out.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-257485808549401910?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/257485808549401910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=257485808549401910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/257485808549401910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/257485808549401910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-to-pee.html' title='Got to Pee'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5818344765745933930</id><published>2007-03-30T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:48:41.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;A six-year-old boy told his father he wanted to marry the little girl across the street.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The father, being modern and well-schooled in handling children, hid his smile behind his hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;&amp;quot;That's a serious step,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Have you thought it out completely?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; his young son answered. &amp;quot;We can spend one week in my room and the next in hers. It's right across the street, so I can run home if I get scared of the dark.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: Georgia;color:black'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; color:black'&gt;&amp;quot;How about transportation?&amp;quot; the father asked.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;I have my wagon, and we both have our tricycles,&amp;quot; the little boy answered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;The boy had an answer to every question the father raised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia; color:black'&gt;Finally, in exasperation, his dad asked, &amp;quot;What about babies? When you're married, you're liable to have babies, you know.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;We've thought about that, too,&amp;quot; the little boy replied. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black'&gt;&amp;quot;We're not going to have babies. Every time she lays an egg, I'm going to step on it!&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5818344765745933930?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5818344765745933930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5818344765745933930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5818344765745933930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5818344765745933930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-sweet.html' title='Too Sweet!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-243901426686458426</id><published>2007-03-29T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:42:26.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Big Bibles</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo/12.flv&amp;flvTitle=Brought to you by: GODTUBE.COM" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-243901426686458426?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/243901426686458426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=243901426686458426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/243901426686458426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/243901426686458426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-big-bibles.html' title='I Like Big Bibles'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3964120118649825985</id><published>2007-03-28T10:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:41:07.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE OLD MAN ON THE MOPED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A lawyer goes out and buys the best car on the market, a brand new Ferrari GTO.&amp;nbsp; It is also the most expensive car he could find and it cost him $500,000. He takes it out for a spin and stops at a red light.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;An old man on a Moped, looking about 100 years old, pulls up next to him. The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car and asks, &amp;quot;What kind of car ya got there, sonny?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The lawyer replies, &amp;quot;A Ferrari GTO. It cost half a million dollars!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a lot of money,&amp;quot; says the old man. &amp;quot;Why does it cost so much?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because this car can do up to 320 miles an hour!&amp;quot; states the lawyer proudly. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The Moped driver asks, &amp;quot;Mind if I take a look inside?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No problem,&amp;quot; replies the lawyer.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting&amp;nbsp; back on his Moped, the old man says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a pretty nice car, all right. ... but I&amp;#39;ll stick with my Moped!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Just then the light changes, so the lawyer decides to show the old man just&amp;nbsp; what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds, the speedometer&amp;nbsp; reads 160 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view mirror. it seems&amp;nbsp; to be getting closer. He slows down to see what it could be and, suddenly,&amp;nbsp; WHHOOOOOOSSSSSHHH, something whips by him going much faster! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?&amp;quot; the lawyer asks&amp;nbsp; himself. He floors the accelerator and takes the Ferrari up to 250 mph. Then, up ahead of him, he sees that it&amp;#39;s the old man on the Moped!&amp;nbsp; Amazed that the Moped could pass his Ferrari, he gives it more gas and passes the moped at 275 mph, WHOOOOOOOSHHHHH! He&amp;#39;s feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him AGAIN! &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Astounded by the speed of this old guy, he floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 320 mph.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Not ten seconds later, he sees the Moped bearing down on him again! &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The Ferrari is flat out, and there&amp;#39;s nothing he can do! Suddenly, the Moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing the rear end. The lawyer stops and jumps out and, unbelievably, the old man is still alive. He runs up to the mangled old man and says, &amp;quot;Oh My Gosh! Is there anything I can do for you?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;The old man whispers, &amp;quot;Unhook.... my suspenders .......... from your... side&amp;nbsp; view mirror.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3964120118649825985?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3964120118649825985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3964120118649825985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3964120118649825985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3964120118649825985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-man-on-moped.html' title='THE OLD MAN ON THE MOPED'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-5303767747074322805</id><published>2007-03-21T16:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T16:25:45.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PECANS IN THE CEMETERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS"; color:black;background:white'&gt;On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,&amp;quot; said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, &amp;quot;One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, &lt;br&gt; hobbling along. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Come here quick,&amp;quot; said the boy, &amp;quot;you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The man said, &amp;quot;Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk.&amp;quot; When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Standing by the fence they heard, &amp;quot;One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The old man whispered, &amp;quot;Boy, you've been telling me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; At last they heard, &amp;quot;One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=navy face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy; background:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=black face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:black;background: white'&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;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=black face=Arial BACK="#ffffff" PTSIZE=10 FAMILY=SANSSERIF&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black; background:white'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=5 color=black face=Arial BACK="#ffffff" PTSIZE=16 FAMILY=SANSSERIF&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black; background:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-5303767747074322805?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5303767747074322805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=5303767747074322805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5303767747074322805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/5303767747074322805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/pecans-in-cemetery.html' title='PECANS IN THE CEMETERY'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4821981985585092856</id><published>2007-03-20T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:35:05.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL FRIEND TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;ul style='margin-top:0in' type=disc&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A      real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself (and doesn't feel      even the least bit weird shutting your 'beer/Pepsi drawer' with her      foot!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend      has shoulders soggy from your tears.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.      A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.      A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you      clean. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after they have      gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your      problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. A      real friend could blackmail you with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you      have an argument. A real friend calls you after you had a fight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for      them. A real friend expects to always be there for you! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class=MsoNormal style='mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2      face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";      font-style:italic'&gt;A simple friend reads this e-mail and deletes it. A      real friend passes it on and sends it back to you!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;Pass this on to anyone you care about......if you get it back you have no beginning, no end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;It keeps us together, like our Circle of Friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";font-style:italic'&gt;Today I pass this on to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4821981985585092856?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4821981985585092856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4821981985585092856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4821981985585092856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4821981985585092856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-friend-test.html' title='REAL FRIEND TEST'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2501106084941146505</id><published>2007-03-18T17:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:15:18.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Mess with a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: verdana;" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The  Silent Treatment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home  and were giving each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized  that the next day, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an  early morning business flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;piece of paper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &amp;quot;Please wake me  at 5:00 AM .&amp;quot; He left it where he knew she would find it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next  morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and he had  missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;see why his wife  hadn&amp;#39;t wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the bed. The  paper said, &amp;quot;It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Men are not equipped for these  kinds of contests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A couple drove down a  country road for several miles, not saying a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An earlier  discussion had led to an argument and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;neither of them wanted to concede  their position.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and  pigs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the husband asked sarcastically, &amp;quot;Relatives of  yours?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;Yep,&amp;quot; the wife replied , &amp;quot;in-laws.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMEN&amp;#39;S  REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;Cash, check or charge?&amp;quot; I asked, after folding items the woman  wished to purchase.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote  control for a television set in her purse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;So, do you always carry your TV  remote?&amp;quot; I asked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; she replied, &amp;quot; but my husband refused to come  shopping with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do  to him legally.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING WOMEN &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(A MAN&amp;#39;S  PERSPECTIVE)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I&amp;#39;m not going to understand women.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&amp;#39;ll  never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pour it onto your  upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and still be afraid of a  spider.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;W O R D S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A husband read an article to his  wife about how many words women use a day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;30,000 to a man&amp;#39;s  15,000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wife replied, &amp;quot;The reason has to be because we have to  repeat everything&amp;nbsp;to men... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The husband then turned to his wife  and asked, &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREATION&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man said to his wife  one day, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know how you can be&amp;nbsp;so stupid and so beautiful all at the  same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;quot;The wife responded, &amp;quot;Allow me to explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God  made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God made me stupid  so I would be attracted to you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHO DOES WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man  and his wife were having an argument about who&amp;nbsp;should brew the coffee each  morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The wife said, &amp;quot;You should do it, because you get up  first,&amp;nbsp; and then we don&amp;#39;t have to wait as long to get our  coffee.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The husband said, &amp;quot; You are in charge of cooking around here  and&amp;nbsp; you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my  coffee.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wife replies, &amp;quot;No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the  Bible&amp;nbsp;that the man should do the coffee.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Husband replies, &amp;quot;I  can&amp;#39;t believe that, show me.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the  New Testament&amp;nbsp;and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;says..........&amp;quot;HEBREWS&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God may have created man before  woman,&amp;nbsp;but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO  MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&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/6894832743144238800-2501106084941146505?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2501106084941146505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2501106084941146505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2501106084941146505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2501106084941146505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-mess-with-woman.html' title='Never Mess with a Woman'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6747023421619293557</id><published>2007-03-13T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:27:35.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids in Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  3-year-old Reese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Our Father, Who does art in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Harold is His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A little boy was overheard praying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm having a real good time like I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; After the christening of his baby brother in church,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His father asked him three times what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, the boy replied, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I wanted to stay with you guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; One particular four-year-old prayed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "And forgive us our trash baskets as we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forgive those who put trash in our baskets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; One bright little girl replied,  "Because people are sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Kevin turned to his younger brother and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Ryan, you be Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A father was at the beach with his children  when the four-year-old son ran up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore&lt;br /&gt;where a seagull lay dead in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The boy thought a moment and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Did God throw him back down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A wife invited some people to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  "Would you like to say the blessing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The daughter bowed her head and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-6747023421619293557?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6747023421619293557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6747023421619293557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6747023421619293557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6747023421619293557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/kids-in-church.html' title='Kids in Church'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6963152719530602333</id><published>2007-03-12T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:24:38.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nun</title><content type='html'>A nun, badly needing to use to the restroom, walked into a local Hooters. The place was hopping with music and loud conversation, and every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.&amp;nbsp; She walked up to the bartender, and asked, &amp;#39;May I please use the restroom?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The bartender replied, &amp;#39;OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf.&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Well, in that case I&amp;#39;ll just look the other way,&amp;#39; said the nun.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;So the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;She went to the bartender and said, &amp;#39;Sir, I don&amp;#39;t understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Well, now they know you&amp;#39;re one of us,&amp;#39; said the bartender. &amp;#39;Would you like a drink?&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;But, I still don&amp;#39;t understand,&amp;#39; said the puzzled nun.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;You see,&amp;#39; laughed the bartender, &amp;#39;every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-6963152719530602333?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6963152719530602333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6963152719530602333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6963152719530602333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6963152719530602333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/nun.html' title='The Nun'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6640476582218004052</id><published>2007-03-12T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:19:57.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys,a young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The older of the two, a five-year-old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?&amp;quot; she says as she shook the older boy in anger.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We were just playing church mommy,&amp;quot; he said &amp;quot;And I was just baptizing him ....in the name of the Father, the Son and in... the hole-he-goes.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-6640476582218004052?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6640476582218004052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6640476582218004052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6640476582218004052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6640476582218004052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-238402079334572062</id><published>2007-03-12T15:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:54:54.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Two Brooms"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom, "I think I am going to have a little whisk broom!!!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"IMPOSSIBLE !!" said the groom broom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brace yourself; this is going to hurt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"WE HAVEN'T EVEN SWEPT TOGETHER!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh for goodness sake... laugh, or at least groan. Life's too short not to enjoy... even these silly little cute..... and clean jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sounds to me like she's been "sweeping" around!!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="q" id="q_11146df92ed62662_0"&gt;&lt;div face="Arial" size="10pt" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-238402079334572062?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/238402079334572062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=238402079334572062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/238402079334572062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/238402079334572062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-brooms.html' title='&quot;Two Brooms&quot;'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1264526742461471060</id><published>2007-02-14T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:56:13.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf Bookkeeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div bgcolor="#ffffff" background="/mail/?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=110c04bbef171ec6"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A  Mafia Godfather finds out that his  bookkeeper has cheated him  out of ten million bucks.   His bookkeeper is deaf.   That was the reason he got the job in the first place.  It was assumed  that a deaf bookkeeper  would not hear anything that  he  might have to testify about in  court.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;When the  Godfather goes to confront the  bookkeeper about his missing $10  million, he brings along his attorney, who knows  sign  language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather tells the lawyer "Ask  him where the 10 million bucks  he embezzled from me  is."       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The attorney, using sign language,  asks  the bookkeeper where the money  is.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The bookkeeper signs back: "I don't  know what you  are talking  about."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The attorney tells the Godfather:   "He  says he doesn't know what you're talking  about."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The Godfather pulls out a pistol, puts  it   the bookkeeper's temple  and says, "Ask him  again!"  The attorney signs to the bookkeeper:   "He'll kill  you if you  don't tell  him!"     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The bookkeeper signs back:  "OK!  You win!  The money is in a  brown  briefcase, buried behind the shed in my cousin  Enzo's  backyard in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;!"    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The Godfather asks the attorney:  "Well, what'd he  say?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;The attorney replies: "He says you  don't  have the guts to pull  the trigger."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;Don't you just love  lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Bright;font-size:130%;color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1264526742461471060?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1264526742461471060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1264526742461471060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1264526742461471060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1264526742461471060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-bookkeeper.html' title='Deaf Bookkeeper'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6932160281738589243</id><published>2007-02-14T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:15:16.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.hostmypix.net/uploads/674c2e4c85.jpg" src="http://www.hostmypix.net/uploads/674c2e4c85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The image "http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/holidays/Valentines/valentines07.gif" cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/holidays/Valentines/valentines07.gif"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&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/6894832743144238800-6932160281738589243?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6932160281738589243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6932160281738589243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6932160281738589243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6932160281738589243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1422194134827136773</id><published>2007-02-13T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:13:14.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabby Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: verdana;" size="2"&gt;The day after his wife disappeared in a kayaking accident, an Anchorage man answered his door to find two grim-faced Alaska State Troopers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re sorry Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife,&amp;quot; said one trooper. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me! Did you find her?&amp;quot; Wilkens shouted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The troopers looked at each other. One said, &amp;quot;We have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot; Fearing the worst, an ashen Mr. Wilkens said, &amp;quot;Give me the bad news first.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The trooper said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry to tell you, sir, but this morning we found your wife&amp;#39;s body in Kachemak Bay.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Swallowing hard, he asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the good news?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The trooper continued, &amp;quot;When we pulled her up, she had 12 twenty-five pound king crabs and 6 good-size Dungeness crabs clinging to her.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stunned, Mr. Wilkens demanded, &amp;quot;If that&amp;#39;s the good news, what&amp;#39;s the great news?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The trooper said, &amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re going to pull her up again tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1422194134827136773?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1422194134827136773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1422194134827136773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1422194134827136773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1422194134827136773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/crabby-wife.html' title='Crabby Wife'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-896909253433140145</id><published>2007-02-12T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:33:01.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img250.imageshack.us/img250/534/image001fh9.gif" alt="I'm so old I can laugh, cough, sneeze, and pee all at the same time!"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-896909253433140145?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/896909253433140145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=896909253433140145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/896909253433140145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/896909253433140145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-old.html' title='I&apos;m so old...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-8589235224223884206</id><published>2007-02-07T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:33:01.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="arial,helvetica"&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" face="Verdana" lang="0"&gt;  				Two little old ladies were attending a rather long church  				service.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" lang="0" size="2"&gt; 				&lt;/font&gt; 				&lt;font color="#000080" face="Verdana" lang="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt; 				One leaned over and whispered, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;My butt is going to sleep.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt; 				&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" lang="0" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Verdana" lang="0"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000080" face="Verdana" lang="0"&gt;&amp;quot;I  				know,&amp;quot; replied her companion, &amp;quot;I heard it snore three times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" lang="0" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-8589235224223884206?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8589235224223884206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=8589235224223884206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8589235224223884206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/8589235224223884206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-old-ladies.html' title='Two Old Ladies'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-6576168393476574592</id><published>2007-02-05T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:31:35.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Married...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia;" size="2"&gt;A man and a woman who had never met before, both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly--he in the upper bunk and she in the lower. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying, &amp;quot;Ma&amp;#39;am, I&amp;#39;m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I&amp;#39;m awfully cold.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I have a better idea,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;Just for tonight, let&amp;#39;s pretend that we&amp;#39;re married.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wow! That&amp;#39;s a great idea!&amp;quot; he exclaimed.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;Get your own dang blanket.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;After a moment of silence, he farted.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-6576168393476574592?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6576168393476574592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=6576168393476574592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6576168393476574592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/6576168393476574592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/married.html' title='Married...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2103890357739317589</id><published>2007-02-05T14:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T14:12:15.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A police  officer pulls over a speeding car. The officer says, "I clocked you at 80 miles  per hour, sir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The driver says, "Gee, officer I had it on  cruise control at 60, perhaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your radar gun needs  calibrating." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not looking up from her knitting the wife says:  "Now don't be silly dear, you know that this car doesn't have cruise  control." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the officer writes out the ticket, the driver  looks over at his wife and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;growls, "Can't you please keep your mouth shut for  once?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The wife smiles demurely and says, "You should be  thankful your radar detector went off when  it did." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the  officer makes out the second ticket for the illegal radar detector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;unit, the  man glowers at his wife and says through clenched teeth, "Damit, woman, can't  you keep your mouth shut?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The officer frowns and says, "And  I notice that you're not wearing your seat belt, sir. That's an automatic $75  fine." The driver says, "Yeah, well, you see officer, I had it on, but took it  off when you pulled me over so that I could get my license out of my back  pocket."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The wife says, "Now, dear, you know very well that  you didn't have your seat belt on. You      never wear your seat belt when you're  driving." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And as the police officer is writing out the third  ticket the driver turns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to his wife and barks, "WHY DON'T YOU PLEASE SHUT  UP??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The officer looks over at the woman and asks, "Does  your husband always talk to you this way, Ma'am?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No  Sir....  "Only when he's been drinking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&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/6894832743144238800-2103890357739317589?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2103890357739317589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2103890357739317589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2103890357739317589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2103890357739317589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/02/wife-from-hell.html' title='Wife from Hell'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-993983374376771198</id><published>2007-01-31T08:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:35:25.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Love Kids</title><content type='html'>NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked!  As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, "Mom, that lady isn't wearing a seat belt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           KETCHUP&lt;br /&gt;A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now.  She's hitting the bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           MORE NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           DRESS-UP&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit."  "And why not, darling?"  "You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          DEATH&lt;br /&gt;While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt.  Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin.   Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.  The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said:&lt;br /&gt;"Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes." (I want this line used at my funeral!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-993983374376771198?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/993983374376771198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=993983374376771198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/993983374376771198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/993983374376771198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-we-love-kids.html' title='Why We Love Kids'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-3397272837862204017</id><published>2007-01-31T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:30:46.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Medical News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000080"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A study conducted by UCLA&amp;#39;s Department of  Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a  man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For  example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and  masculine features.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If she is menstruating or menopausal, she tends to be  more attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and duct tape over  his mouth while he is on fire.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No further studies are  expected.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#bf005f" face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;hr size="1"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-3397272837862204017?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3397272837862204017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=3397272837862204017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3397272837862204017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/3397272837862204017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/breaking-medical-news.html' title='Breaking Medical News'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1944638669046991573</id><published>2007-01-29T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:11:10.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Handyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. "Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. "And by the way," the blonde added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."&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/6894832743144238800-1944638669046991573?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1944638669046991573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1944638669046991573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1944638669046991573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1944638669046991573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/blonde-handyman.html' title='Blonde Handyman'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-2969795419239754767</id><published>2007-01-29T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:28:04.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a Bad Morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/s_QF3DLOYZc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/s_QF3DLOYZc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-2969795419239754767?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2969795419239754767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=2969795419239754767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2969795419239754767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/2969795419239754767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/having-bad-morning.html' title='Having a Bad Morning?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-1603454001206175878</id><published>2007-01-29T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:20:59.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts For Those Who Take Life Way Too Seriously</title><content type='html'>1. Save the whales. Collect the whole set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A day without sunshine is like. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the other hand, you have different fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He who laughs last thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Every one has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Just remember -- if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Life isn't like a box of chocolates . . it's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-1603454001206175878?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1603454001206175878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=1603454001206175878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1603454001206175878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/1603454001206175878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/deep-thoughts-for-those-who-take-life.html' title='Deep Thoughts For Those Who Take Life Way Too Seriously'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-7753017004127932406</id><published>2007-01-29T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:10:28.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infrared Fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/S0wu-1OaFJ8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S0wu-1OaFJ8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-7753017004127932406?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7753017004127932406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=7753017004127932406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7753017004127932406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/7753017004127932406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/infrared-fart.html' title='Infrared Fart'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4836062891289442761</id><published>2007-01-29T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:53:38.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeding Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="q" id="q_11059835bc70f814_1"&gt;A man took his wife to the rodeo and one of their first stops was the    Breeding bull exhibit. They went up to the first pen and there was a Sign    attached that said, "This bull mated 52 times last year." The wife Playfully    nudged her husband in the ribs and said, "See ... He mated 52 times last year?    ....once-a-week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked to the second pen which had a sign    attached that said, "This bull mated 125 times last year." The wife gave her    husband a healthy jab and said, "That's more than Twice a week! You could    learn a lot from him." They walked to the third Pen and it had a sign attached    that said, in capital letters, "This Bull mated 365 times last year." The    wife, so excited that her elbow nearly Broke her husband's ribs, said, that's    once-a-DAY. You could REALLY Learn something from this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The    husband looked at her and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go over and ask him if it was with the    same cow."&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/6894832743144238800-4836062891289442761?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4836062891289442761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4836062891289442761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4836062891289442761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4836062891289442761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/breeding-bull.html' title='Breeding Bull'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6894832743144238800.post-4575966219870071371</id><published>2007-01-29T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:51:19.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Scotch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the first day of school, the children        brought gifts for their teacher.&lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist's son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers.&lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy-store owner's daughter gave the teacher a pretty box of candy.&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the liquor-store owner's son brought up a big, heavy        box.&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div&gt;The teacher lifted it up and noticed that  it was        leaking a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  touched a drop of the  liquid with her        finger and tasted it.&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it wine?" she  guessed.&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div&gt;"No," the boy replied. She tasted another drop and asked,  "Champagne?.&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;"No," said the little boy.. "It's a  puppy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6894832743144238800-4575966219870071371?l=cleanlaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4575966219870071371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6894832743144238800&amp;postID=4575966219870071371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4575966219870071371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6894832743144238800/posts/default/4575966219870071371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleanlaughs.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-it-scotch.html' title='Is it Scotch?'/><author><name>Robbin K. 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