<?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-7297569405185651681</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:45:59.442-08:00</updated><category term='mental hospital'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='babies'/><category term='scientists'/><category term='radio'/><category term='office'/><category term='detective'/><category term='old'/><category term='english'/><category term='airplane'/><category term='movies'/><category term='golf'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='death'/><category term='wife'/><category term='hell'/><category term='dog'/><category term='experts'/><category term='pilot'/><category term='lawyer'/><category 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href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8265233749154075468</id><published>2009-03-25T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:16:09.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, ...</title><content type='html'>While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, 'It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He addressed the man, 'Can you describe your wife's favourite flower?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, 'It's self-rising, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story gets rather ugly, so I'll stop right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8265233749154075468?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jokes4all.net/joke_2142.html' title='While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, ...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8265233749154075468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8265233749154075468' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Baby delivery</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital after my wife had gone into labor and the nurse walked out and said to the man sitting next to me, "Congratulations sir, you’re the new father of twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "How about that, I work for the Doublemint Chewing Gum Company." The man then followed the woman to his wife’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, the same nurse entered the waiting room and announced that Mr. Smith’s wife has just had triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smith stood up and said, "Well, how do ya like that, I work for the 3M Company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman that was sitting next to me then got up and started to leave. When I asked him why he was leaving, he remarked, "I think I need a breath of fresh air." The man continued, "I work for 7-UP."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3549514933525789673?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3549514933525789673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3549514933525789673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3549514933525789673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3549514933525789673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-delivery.html' title='Baby delivery'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1997674094019042294</id><published>2008-09-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:01:15.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Marriage Counselling</title><content type='html'>While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He addressed the man, "Can you describe your wife's favourite flower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's self-rising, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story gets rather ugly, so I'll stop right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1997674094019042294?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1997674094019042294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1997674094019042294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1997674094019042294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1997674094019042294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/marriage-counselling.html' title='Marriage Counselling'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7229293093521314687</id><published>2008-07-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:45:30.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>Car Mechanic and Heart Surgeon</title><content type='html'>Morris the loudmouth mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when he spotted the famous heart surgeon Dr. Michael DeBakey, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come take a look at his Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris shouted across the garage, "Hey DeBakey! Is dat you? Come on ova' here a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to where Morris the mechanic was working on the car. Morris straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So Mr. Fancy Doctor, look at dis here work. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish dis baby will purr like a kitten. So how come you get da big bucks, when you an' me is doing basically da same work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. DeBakey leaned over and whispered to Morris the loudmouth mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try doing it with the engine running."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7229293093521314687?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7229293093521314687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7229293093521314687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7229293093521314687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7229293093521314687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/car-mechanic-and-heart-surgeon.html' title='Car Mechanic and Heart Surgeon'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5108424312206894617</id><published>2008-06-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:55:52.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Secret to a long marriage</title><content type='html'>Ralph was telling the minister that he and his wife were about to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the church service, the minister asked Ralph to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he managed to live with the same woman all these years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replied to the congregation, "Well, I treated her with respect, spent money on her, but mostly I took her travelling on special occasions." &lt;br /&gt;The minister inquired where he had taken her.  "For our 25th anniversary, I took her to Beijing , China ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister then said, "What a terrific example you are to all husbands, Ralph.  Please tell the congregation what you're going to do for your wife on your 50th anniversary?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph: "I'm going to fetch her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5108424312206894617?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5108424312206894617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5108424312206894617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5108424312206894617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5108424312206894617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/06/secret-to-long-marriage.html' title='Secret to a long marriage'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5559079464985150169</id><published>2008-05-20T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:58:29.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jail'/><title type='text'>The Tomato Garden</title><content type='html'>An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later he received a letter from his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pop,&lt;br /&gt;Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day the old man received another letter from his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5559079464985150169?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5559079464985150169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5559079464985150169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5559079464985150169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5559079464985150169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomato-garden.html' title='The Tomato Garden'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-222597165465435512</id><published>2008-05-15T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:35:41.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>For the ladies...</title><content type='html'>One day my housework-challenge d husband decided to wash his Sweat-shirt Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, 'What setting do I use on the washing machine?'&lt;br /&gt;'It depends,' I replied. 'What does it say on your shirt?'&lt;br /&gt;He yelled back, ' University of Oklahoma .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say blondes are dumb...&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --&lt;br /&gt; Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods. Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?&lt;br /&gt;A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-222597165465435512?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/222597165465435512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=222597165465435512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/222597165465435512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/222597165465435512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-ladies.html' title='For the ladies...'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2955133348429972238</id><published>2008-05-07T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:04:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Happy Fun Time: Crime Story !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happy-funtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/crime-story.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five friends lived in a room, Namely MAD, BRAIN, FOOL, NOBODY, SOMEBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day SOMEBODY killed NOBODY. At that time BRAIN was in bathroom, MAD called police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD: Is it police station???&lt;br /&gt;Police: Yes, what is the matter??&lt;br /&gt;MAD: SOMEBODY killed NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;Police: Are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;MAD: Yes, I'm MAD.&lt;br /&gt;Police: Don`t you have BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;MAD: BRAIN is in bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;Police: you FOOL...&lt;br /&gt;MAD: No, FOOL is reading this joke..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2955133348429972238?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://happy-funtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/crime-story.html' title='Have Happy Fun Time: Crime Story !!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2955133348429972238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2955133348429972238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2955133348429972238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2955133348429972238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/05/have-happy-fun-time-crime-story.html' title='Have Happy Fun Time: Crime Story !!'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-533864541401115211</id><published>2008-04-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:08:12.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Noises</title><content type='html'>A group of young children were siting in a circle with their teacher. She was going around in turn asking them all questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Davy, what noise does a cow make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It goes moo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alice, what noise does a cat make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It goes meow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jamie, what sound does a lamb make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It goes baaa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jennifer, what sound does a mouse make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errr.., it goes.. click!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-533864541401115211?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/good_clean_fun_2/aninoise.htm' title='Animal Noises'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/533864541401115211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=533864541401115211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/533864541401115211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/533864541401115211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/animal-noises.html' title='Animal Noises'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7046107559791171735</id><published>2008-03-06T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:14:10.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hospital'/><title type='text'>Visit to the mental asylum</title><content type='html'>During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director, 'How Do you determine whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' said the Director, 'we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a&lt;br /&gt;Teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to Empty the bathtub.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I understand,' said the visitor. 'A normal person would use theBucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No.' said the Director, 'A normal person would pull the plug. Do you&lt;br /&gt;Want a bed near the window?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7046107559791171735?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7046107559791171735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7046107559791171735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7046107559791171735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7046107559791171735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/visit-to-mental-asylum.html' title='Visit to the mental asylum'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1059012345301448910</id><published>2008-02-11T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:31:46.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>How does this thing work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A young engineer was leaving the office at 6 p.m. when he noticed the  CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Listen," said the CEO, "This is important, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Certainly," said the young engineer, thinking this would be a good chance to get noticed by the boss. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine. "I just need one copy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1059012345301448910?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1059012345301448910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1059012345301448910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1059012345301448910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1059012345301448910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-does-this-thing-work.html' title='How does this thing work?'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-6736161036684689901</id><published>2008-01-22T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:47:24.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Father to son after exam: "let me see your report card."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "My friend just borrowed it. He wants to scare his parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asked her class for sentences using the word "beans"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  "My Father grows beans," said one student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  "My father cooks beans," Said  another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Then little Johnny spoke up: "We are all human beans."&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/7297569405185651681-6736161036684689901?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6736161036684689901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=6736161036684689901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6736161036684689901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6736161036684689901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids.html' title='Kids!'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4409286776412917141</id><published>2008-01-06T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:46:51.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>3 eggs and 10 000 dollars</title><content type='html'>One day, while Cathalina was cleaning under the bed, she found a small box. Curious, she opened it and found 3 eggs and 10 000 dollars. A little suspicious, she confronted her husband of twenty years about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, that, Sebastien said, everytime I cheated you, I put an egg in this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathalina was a bit unhappy about this, but figured that 3 affairs over 20 years wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But what about the 10 000 dollars ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time I got a dozen, I sold them !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4409286776412917141?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4409286776412917141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4409286776412917141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4409286776412917141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4409286776412917141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-eggs-and-10-000-dollars.html' title='3 eggs and 10 000 dollars'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2450683287327946042</id><published>2008-01-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:37:43.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Court Quotes</title><content type='html'>Attorney : &lt;i&gt;She had three children, right ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness : &lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney : &lt;i&gt;How many were boys ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness : &lt;i&gt;None.&lt;/i&gt;  Attorney :&lt;i&gt; Were there any girls ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney : &lt;i&gt;What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness : He said, &lt;i&gt;Where am I, Cathy ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney : &lt;i&gt;And why did that upset you ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness : &lt;i&gt;My name is Susan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2450683287327946042?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2450683287327946042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2450683287327946042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2450683287327946042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2450683287327946042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/court-quotes.html' title='Court Quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4642926498366180537</id><published>2007-12-19T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:04:26.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>SUGGESTED OUT-OF-OFFICE REPLIES</title><content type='html'>You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have missed you but I am at the doctors having my brain removed so that I may be promoted to management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your email.  Your credit card has been charged £5.99 for the first ten words and £1.99 for each additional word in your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your message, which has been added to an email queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks and 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on holiday. Your e-mail has been deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I'm busy negotiating the salary for my new job.  Please don't bother to leave me any messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4642926498366180537?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4642926498366180537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4642926498366180537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4642926498366180537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4642926498366180537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/suggested-out-of-office-replies.html' title='SUGGESTED OUT-OF-OFFICE REPLIES'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5279720685022777895</id><published>2007-12-08T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:31:50.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody knows Dave</title><content type='html'>Dave was bragging to his boss one day, "You know, I know everyone there is to know. Just name someone, anyone, and I know them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of his boasting, his boss called his bluff, "OK, Dave, how about Tom Cruise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No dramas boss, Tom and I are old friends, and I can prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dave and his boss fly out to Hollywood and knock on Tom Cruise's door, and Tom Cruise shouts, "Dave! What's happening? Great to see you! Come on in for a beer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although impressed, Dave's boss is still sceptical. After they leave Cruise's house, he tells Dave that he thinks him knowing Cruise was just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, just name anyone else," Dave says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"President Bush," his boss quickly retorts. "Yup," Dave say's, "Old buddies, let's fly out to Washington and off they go. At the White House, Bush spots Dave on the tour and motions him and his boss over, saying, "Dave, what a surprise, I was just on my way to a meeting, but you and your friend come on in and let's have a cup of coffee first and catch up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boss is very shaken by now but still not totally convinced. After they leave the White House grounds he expresses his doubts to Dave, who again implores him to name anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Pope," his boss replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" says Dave. "I've known the Pope for years." So off they fly to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and his boss are assembled with the masses at the Vatican's St. Peter's Square when Dave says, "This will never work. I can't catch the Pope's eye among all these people. Tell you what, I know all the guards so let me just go upstairs and I'll come out on the balcony with the Pope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disappears into the crowd headed towards the Vatican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, half an hour later Dave emerges with the Pope on the balcony, but by the time Dave returns, he finds that his boss has had a heart attack and is surrounded by paramedics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making his way to his boss' side, Dave asks him, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His boss looks up and says, "It was the final straw ... you and the Pope came out on to the balcony and the man next to me said, 'Who the hell is on the balcony with Dave?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5279720685022777895?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5279720685022777895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5279720685022777895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5279720685022777895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5279720685022777895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/everybody-knows-dave.html' title='Everybody knows Dave'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4839131861582017297</id><published>2007-12-04T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:22:43.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wwife'/><title type='text'>Wife-related quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wife: You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Darling : When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Darling :Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What other problem can there be greater than this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: When we get married, I want to share all your worries, troubles       and lighten your burden.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: It's very kind of you, darling, But I don't have any worries        or troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Well that is because we aren't married yet.&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/7297569405185651681-4839131861582017297?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4839131861582017297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4839131861582017297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4839131861582017297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4839131861582017297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/wife-related-quotes.html' title='Wife-related quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5019005594557283367</id><published>2007-11-30T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:20:10.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Two Women In Heaven</title><content type='html'>Two  Women have just arrived in Heaven and are chatting at the Pearly Gates.    &lt;p&gt; 1st  woman: Hi! My name is Wanda.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2nd  woman: Hi! My name is Sylvia. How'd you die?    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1st  woman: I froze to death.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2nd  woman: How horrible!    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1st woman: It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm and sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2nd woman: I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. Instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1st  woman:  So, what happened?    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and I finally became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1st  woman:  Too bad you didn't look in the freezer........we'd both still be alive!!&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/7297569405185651681-5019005594557283367?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5019005594557283367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5019005594557283367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5019005594557283367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5019005594557283367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-women-in-heaven.html' title='Two Women In Heaven'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3302876687619262482</id><published>2007-11-25T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:33:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Druken Fall</title><content type='html'>A man walks to a skyscraper, and takes the elevator to the 100th floor where the bar is located. He orders a martini, drinks it, then jumps out the window. 5 minutes later, he walks back into the bar, orders a martini, drinks it, then jumps out the window. 5 minutes later, he walks back into the bar, orders a martini, drinks it, but before he can jump out the window, a fellow patron at the bar says 'Hold it! How do you do that? I've seen you jump out the 100th floor two times now! Thats just impossible!' The man then says, 'Well it's quite simple. Science! When you drink a martini you're filled with hot air, so you just float safely down to the ground.' The man at the bar says 'Holy moly, really?' So he orders a martini, drinks it, jumps out the window, and goes splat on the sidewalk. The bartender says to the man, 'You know superman, when you're drunk, you're really a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3302876687619262482?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://reddit.com/info/6196c/comments/' title='Druken Fall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3302876687619262482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3302876687619262482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3302876687619262482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3302876687619262482'/><link 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/&gt;What were you before you married her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millionaire: "A Billionaire"&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/7297569405185651681-6125375209835516271?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6125375209835516271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=6125375209835516271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6125375209835516271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6125375209835516271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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This is a completely safe experimental setup.&lt;br /&gt;7) Now you can take the protection window away ...&lt;br /&gt;8) Where do all those holes in my kettle come from?&lt;br /&gt;9) And now a cigarette ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3795764068631255369?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3795764068631255369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3795764068631255369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3795764068631255369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2919231979136228790?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2919231979136228790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2919231979136228790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2919231979136228790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2919231979136228790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/11/court-quotes.html' title='Court Quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5961894871969089079</id><published>2007-10-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:18:29.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Public servants</title><content type='html'>Two bone weary public servants were working their little hearts and souls out. Their department was just too busy for staff to be able take flex. But there had to be a way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the two public servants suddenly lifted his head. "I know how to get some time off work" the man whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" asked the second worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of answering, the man quickly looked around. No sign of his Director. He jumped up on his desk, kicked out a couple of ceiling tiles and hoisted himself up. "Look!" he hissed, then swinging his legs over a metal pipe, hung upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, the Director emerged from the Branch Head's office at the far end of the floor. He saw the worker hanging from the ceiling, and asked him what on earth he thought he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a light bulb" answered the public servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you need some time off," barked the Director. "Get out of here - that's an order - and I don't want to see you back here for at least another two days! You understand me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir", the public servant answered meekly, then jumped down, logged off his computer and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second worker was hot on his heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you think you're going?" the boss asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home," he said lightly. "I can't work in the dark."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5961894871969089079?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5961894871969089079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5961894871969089079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5961894871969089079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5961894871969089079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/public-servants.html' title='Public servants'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2387058297675943028</id><published>2007-10-18T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:19:28.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Mariage counseling</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife came for counseling after 15 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 15 years they had been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her passionately as her husband watched with a raised eyebrow. The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The therapist turned to the husband and said, "This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2387058297675943028?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2387058297675943028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2387058297675943028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2387058297675943028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2387058297675943028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/mariage-counseling.html' title='Mariage counseling'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1352056193314953586</id><published>2007-10-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:41:37.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>Doctor: "I have some bad news and some very bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: "Well, might as well give me the bad news first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "The lab called with your test results. They said you have 24 hours to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: "24 Hours! Thats terrible! What could be worse? What's the very bad news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "I've been trying to reach you since yesterday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1352056193314953586?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1352056193314953586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1352056193314953586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1352056193314953586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1352056193314953586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-316997213842932469</id><published>2007-10-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:48:19.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech support'/><title type='text'>Tech support</title><content type='html'>Him: "How come they don't work?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You need a new motherboard, CPU, case, power supply, lots more RAM, and maybe a new video card."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Can you download them for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I am getting an error on my computer"&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "What kind of error?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "It says I have a corrupted file on my hard drive, and I should run 'Check Disk'."&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "Ok, we need to call in a ticket, and someone will be down shortly."&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Can you make sure you bring some extra Check Disks, because mine does not work."&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "Uh. We're out of stock right now, but I'll order some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I just shut down Windows 95, and it says, 'It is NOT safe for me to turn off my computer.'"&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "Um...are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (terrified) "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "Sir, read me the screen letter for letter."&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Ok. I, t, i, s, n, o, w--"&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "There! It says 'now', not 'not'. Is there anything else I can help you with today, sir?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-316997213842932469?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/316997213842932469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=316997213842932469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/316997213842932469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/316997213842932469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/tech-support.html' title='Tech support'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2476705706450848673</id><published>2007-09-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T04:11:05.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Court Quotes</title><content type='html'>ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one...&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How many were boys?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: None.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: By death.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2476705706450848673?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2476705706450848673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2476705706450848673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2476705706450848673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2476705706450848673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/court-quotes.html' title='Court Quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8020620477565396947</id><published>2007-09-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T04:05:46.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>More lost in translation</title><content type='html'>Did I read that sign right?&lt;br /&gt;TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW    &lt;p&gt; In a Laundromat:&lt;br /&gt;AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In a London department store:&lt;br /&gt;BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In an office:&lt;br /&gt;WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In an office:&lt;br /&gt;AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Outside a secondhand shop:                &lt;br /&gt;WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Notice in health food shop window:&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Spotted in a safari park: (I sure hope so)&lt;br /&gt;ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Seen during a conference:&lt;br /&gt;FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Notice in a farmer's field:&lt;br /&gt;THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Message on a leaflet:&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On a repair shop door:&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)&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/7297569405185651681-8020620477565396947?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8020620477565396947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8020620477565396947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8020620477565396947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8020620477565396947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-lost-in-translation.html' title='More lost in translation'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5647546938454445851</id><published>2007-09-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:22:01.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. One day Mike says, "Joe, we both loved football all our lives, and we played Sunday football together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's football there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed," Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, Joe passes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mike--Mike." "Who is it? asks Mike sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?" "Mike--it's me, Joe." "You're not Joe. Joe just died." "I'm telling you, it's me, Joe," insists the voice." "Joe! Where are you?" "In heaven", replies Joe. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the good news first," says Mike. "The good news," Joe says," is that there's football in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play football all we want, and we never get tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's fantastic," says Mike. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're playing Tuesday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5647546938454445851?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5647546938454445851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5647546938454445851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5647546938454445851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5647546938454445851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-90-year-old-men-mike-and-joe-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2797065987222919670</id><published>2007-09-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:13:41.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Wife quotes</title><content type='html'>My wife dresses to kill. She also cooks the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my wife a new car. She called and said, "There was water in the carburetor." I asked her , "Where's the car?" She replied,"In the lake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quarrel, a wife said to her husband, "You know, I was a fool when I married you." The husband replied, "Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn't notice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months - I don't like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend told me I should be more affectionate. So I got myself two girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to report it since the thief was spending much less than his wife did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is incomplete until he is married. Then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his father, "Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?" &gt;The father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still paying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Son: Is it true, Dad, that in some parts of Africa a Man doesn't know his wife until he marries her? Dad: That happens in every country, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a man who said, "I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; then it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man placed an ad in the classifieds: "Wife wanted." The next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same: "You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not true that married men live longer than single men. It only seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a wife can be very hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;------------------------------------------------------ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man meets a genie. The genie tells him he can ask for whatever he wants, But his mother-in-law gets double of what he gets. The man thinks for a moment and says,"Okay, give me a million dollarsa and beat me till I'm half dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;--------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!" Second guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2797065987222919670?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2797065987222919670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2797065987222919670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2797065987222919670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2797065987222919670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/wife-quotes.html' title='Wife quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3313897111136153305</id><published>2007-08-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:48:48.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Things I Learned From Movies</title><content type='html'>1. If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St Patrick’s Day parade - at any time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All beds have special L-shaped top sheets that reach up to armpit level on a woman but only waist level on the man lying beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All grocery shopping bags contain at least one stick of French bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once applied, lipstick will never rub off - even while scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The ventilation system of any building is a perfect hiding place. No one will ever think of looking for you in there and you can travel to any other part of the building without difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Should you wish to pass yourself off as a German officer, it will not be necessary to speak the language. A German accent will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from any window of any building in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A man will show no pain while taking the most ferocious beating but will wince when a woman tries to clean his wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When paying for a taxi, never look at your wallet as you take out a note - just grab one at random and hand it over. It will always be the exact fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you lose a hand, it will cause the stump of your arm to grow by 15cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning, even though the husband and children never have time to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cars and trucks that crash will almost always burst into flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of a football stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Medieval peasants had perfect teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. All single women have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any person waking from a nightmare will sit bolt upright and pant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One man shooting at 20 men has a better chance of killing them all than 20 men firing at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Creepy music coming from a graveyard should always be closely investigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Most people keep a scrapbook of newspaper cuttings - especially if any of their family or friends has died in a strange boating accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3313897111136153305?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3313897111136153305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3313897111136153305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3313897111136153305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3313897111136153305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-i-learned-from-movies.html' title='Things I Learned From Movies'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8674515281166136075</id><published>2007-08-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:56:21.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Court Quotes</title><content type='html'>ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We both do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You do?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8674515281166136075?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8674515281166136075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8674515281166136075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8674515281166136075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8674515281166136075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/court-quotes_19.html' title='Court Quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7720375301646636670</id><published>2007-08-19T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:55:28.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Foreign English</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;At a Budapest zoo:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE  ANIMALS. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cocktail lounge, Norway:&lt;br /&gt;LADIES ARE REQUESTED  NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Doctor's office, Rome:&lt;br /&gt;SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND  OTHER DISEASES.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel, Acapulco:&lt;br /&gt;THE MANAGER HAS PERSONALLY  PASSED ALL THE WATER SERVED HERE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Car rental brochure, Tokyo:&lt;br /&gt;WHEN PASSENGER OF  FOOT HEAVE IN SIGHT, TOOTLE THE HORN. TRUMPET HIM MELODIOUSLY AT FIRST, BUT IF  HE STILL OBSTACLES YOUR PASSAGE THEN TOOTLE HIM WITH VIGOUR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a Nairobi restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR  WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On the grounds of a private school:&lt;br /&gt;NO  TRESPASSING WITHOUT PERMISSION.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On a poster in New York:&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT  CANNOT READ? IF SO, WE CAN HELP.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a City restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK,  AND WEEKENDS TOO.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand  dryer:&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a Indian maternity ward:&lt;br /&gt;NO CHILDREN  ALLOWED.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a cemetery:&lt;br /&gt;PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM  PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN GRAVES.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;GUESTS ARE  REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;OUR WINES  LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a Bangkok temple:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A  WOMAN EVEN A FOREIGNER IF DRESSED AS A MAN.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel room notice, Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO NOT BRING  SOLICITORS INTO YOUR ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel brochure, Italy:&lt;br /&gt;THIS HOTEL IS RENOWNED  FOR ITS PEACE AND SOLITUDE. IN FACT, CROWDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD FLOCK HERE  TO ENJOY ITS SOLITUDE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel lobby, Romania:&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFT IS BEING FIXED  FOR THE NEXT DAY. DURING THAT TIME WE REGRET THAT YOU WILL BE UNBEARABLE.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel, Yugoslavia:&lt;br /&gt;THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR  WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel, Japan:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE  OF THE CHAMBERMAID.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a  Russian Orthodox monastery:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE  FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY  EXCEPT THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Taken from a menu, Poland:&lt;br /&gt;SALAD A FIRM'S OWN  MAKE; LIMPID RED BEET SOUP WITH CHEESY DUMPLINGS IN THE FORM OF A FINGER;  ROASTED DUCK LET LOOSE; BEEF RASHERS BEATEN IN THE COUNTRY PEOPLE'S  FASHION.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Supermarket, Hong Kong:&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, WE  RECOMMEND COURTEOUS, EFFICIENT SELF-SERVICE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In an East African newspaper:&lt;br /&gt;A NEW SWIMMING  POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SINCE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF  THEIR WORKERS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel, Vienna:&lt;br /&gt;IN CASE OF FIRE, DO YOUR UTMOST  TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS  STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT  SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE  MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hotel, Zurich:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF  ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE  LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist:&lt;br /&gt;TEETH  EXTRACTED BY THE LATEST METHODISTS.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A laundry in Rome:&lt;br /&gt;LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES  HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tourist agency, former Czechoslovakia:&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ONE  OF OUR HORSE-DRIVEN CITY TOURS. WE GUARANTEE NO MISCARRIAGES.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong  Kong:&lt;br /&gt;GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In a Swiss mountain inn:&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL TODAY - NO  ICE-CREAM.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Airline ticket office, Copenhagen:&lt;br /&gt;WE TAKE YOUR  BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS.&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/7297569405185651681-7720375301646636670?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7720375301646636670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7720375301646636670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7720375301646636670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7720375301646636670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/foreign-english.html' title='Foreign English'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-6852339316329114034</id><published>2007-08-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:52:25.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>Court Quotes</title><content type='html'>ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: July 18th.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What year?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: I forget.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-6852339316329114034?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6852339316329114034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=6852339316329114034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6852339316329114034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6852339316329114034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/court-quotes.html' title='Court Quotes'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3998635457263390000</id><published>2007-08-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:11:36.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Wife Photo</title><content type='html'>Wife: You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling : When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling :Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, "What other problem can there be greater than this one?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3998635457263390000?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3998635457263390000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3998635457263390000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3998635457263390000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3998635457263390000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/wife-photo.html' title='Wife Photo'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8977302887629904132</id><published>2007-08-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:09:59.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Are you an internet addict?</title><content type='html'>You are an internet addict if ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your bookmark list takes 15 minutes to go from top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your nightmares are in HTML and GIFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You start introducing yourself as "Jim at net dot com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You turn on your intercom when leaving the room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All of your friends have an @ in their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dog has its own home page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can't call your mother ... She doesn't have a modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your phone bill is as heavy as a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You don't know the sex of three of your closest friends because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your husband tells you that he has had the beard for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your wife says communication is important in a marriage ... so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8977302887629904132?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8977302887629904132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8977302887629904132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8977302887629904132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8977302887629904132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-internet-addict.html' title='Are you an internet addict?'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3415155091056808482</id><published>2007-08-03T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:54:39.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hospital'/><title type='text'>Mental hospital rescue</title><content type='html'>Jim and Mary were both patients in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while they  were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the  deep end - he sank like a stone to the bottom and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary promptly jumped in to save him, she swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the medical director became aware of Mary's heroic act, he immediately  ordered her to be discharged from the hospital as he now considered her to  be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to tell her the news,  he said:'Mary - I  have good news and bad news - the good news is your'e being discharged because since you were able to jump in and save the life of another patient. I think you have regained your senses. The bad news is that Jim , the&lt;br /&gt;patient you saved, hung himself in the bathroom with the belt of his robe-  I am sorry he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary replied ' but he didn't hang himself - I put him there to dry'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3415155091056808482?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3415155091056808482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3415155091056808482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3415155091056808482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3415155091056808482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/mental-hospital-rescue.html' title='Mental hospital rescue'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2644995817227870867</id><published>2007-07-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:32:00.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate'/><title type='text'>A pirate walked into a bar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="jokeA-jo"&gt;A pirate walked into a bar and the bartender said, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we were in a battle and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, ok, but what about that hook? "What happened to your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted with a hook. I'm fine, really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about that eye patch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, one day we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up and one of them shit in my eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding," said the bartender, "you couldn't lose an eye just from some bird shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was my first day with the hook."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2644995817227870867?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2644995817227870867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2644995817227870867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2644995817227870867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2644995817227870867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/pirate-walked-into-bar.html' title='A pirate walked into a bar...'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-6204602049442153099</id><published>2007-07-28T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:01:29.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilot'/><title type='text'>Airline Pilot Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some conversations that airline passengers normally will never  hear. The following are accounts of actual exchanges between airline pilots and  control towers around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at  10 o'clock, 6 miles!" Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital  watches!"&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;"TWA  2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees." "Centre, we are at 35,000  feet. How much noise can we make up here?" "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a  747 makes when it hits a 727?"&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;From an  unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"  Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself  immediately!" Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing  stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a  Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound." United 239: "Approach, I've always  wanted to say this... I've got the little Fokker in sight."&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;A student  became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the  aircraft on radar, ATC asked, "What was your last known position?" Student:  "When I was number one for takeoff."&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;A DC-10 had  come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching  down. San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of  the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off  Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;There's a  story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his  single-engine jet fighter was running "a bit peaked." Air Traffic Control told  the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut  down."Ah," the fighter pilot remarked, "The dreaded seven-engine approach."&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;Taxiing down  the tarmac, a DC-10 abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the gate.  After an hour-long wait, it finally took off. A concerned passenger asked the  flight attendant, "What, exactly, was the problem?" "The pilot was bothered by a  noise he heard in the engine," explained the flight attendant. "It took us a  while to find a new pilot."&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;br /&gt;A Pan Am 727  flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following: Lufthansa  (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?" Ground (in English):  "If you want an answer you must speak in English." Lufthansa (in English): "I am  a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"  Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you  lost the bloody war."&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;Tower:  "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7" Eastern  702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off  we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway." Tower:  "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on  frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" Continental 635:  "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern...  we've already notified our caterers."&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;One day the  pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway  while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back  past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the C-8 crew got on the radio  and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" The  Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger:  "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough  parts for another one."&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;The German air  controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not  only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there  without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan  Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and  a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206. Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt,  Speedbird 206 clear of active runway." Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate  Alpha One-Seven." The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.  Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?" Speedbird 206: "Stand  by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now." Ground (with quite arrogant  impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?" Speedbird  206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944,but it was dark, -- and I didn't land."&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;While taxiing  at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft.  Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate  female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771,  where the hell are you going?! I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway!  You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to  tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" Continuing her rage to  the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've  screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there  and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions  in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell  you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?" "Yes, ma'am," the humbled  crew responded. Naturally, the ground control &lt;nobr&gt;communications&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current  state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely  running high.&lt;br /&gt;Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his  &lt;nobr&gt;microphone&lt;/nobr&gt;, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7297569405185651681-6204602049442153099?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6204602049442153099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=6204602049442153099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6204602049442153099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6204602049442153099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/airline-pilot-conversations.html' title='Airline Pilot Conversations'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5090679192975806147</id><published>2007-07-25T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:57:26.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experts'/><title type='text'>Mexican Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="jokeA-jo"&gt;Three guys go down to Mexico one night, get drunk and wake up in jail. They find out that they're to be executed for their crimes but none of them can remember what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is strapped in the electric chair and is asked if he has any last words. He says, "I am a priest and I believe in the almighty power of God to intervene on behalf of the innocent." They throw the switch and nothing happens; so they figure God must not want this guy to die, and let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is strapped in and gives his last words. "I am an attorney and I believe in the eternal power of Justice to intervene on the part of the innocent." The switch is thrown and again nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring the law is on this guy's side, they let him go. The last one is strapped in and say's "I'm an electrical engineer, and I'll tell you right now, you'll never electrocute anybody if you don't connect those two wires." God rest his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5090679192975806147?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5090679192975806147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5090679192975806147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5090679192975806147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5090679192975806147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/mexican-jail.html' title='Mexican Jail'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3944752030231074532</id><published>2007-07-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:38:09.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying, "God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?" The little girl said, "I don't know Daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;The next day Grandpa died.&lt;br /&gt;The father thought it was a strange coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, which went like this: "God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;The next day the grandmother died.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side!&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched&lt;br /&gt;The clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.&lt;br /&gt;Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.&lt;br /&gt;When he got home, his wife said "I've never seen you work so late, what's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."She said, "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning the milkman dropped dead on the porch!&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/7297569405185651681-3944752030231074532?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3944752030231074532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3944752030231074532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3944752030231074532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3944752030231074532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4212933311307487315</id><published>2007-07-18T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:57:58.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Badly Worded Signs</title><content type='html'># Sign in a laundromat:&lt;br /&gt;Automatic washing machines: please remove all your clothes when the light goes out&lt;br /&gt;# In a dress shop window:&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand outside and faint - come in and have a fit&lt;br /&gt;# Sign in a London department store:&lt;br /&gt;Bargain basement upstairs&lt;br /&gt;# On a church door:&lt;br /&gt;'This is the gate of Heaven. Enter Ye all by this door.' (This door is kept locked because of the draught. Please use side door.)&lt;br /&gt;# Outside a secondhand shop:&lt;br /&gt;We exchange anything - bicycles, washing machines etc. Why not bring your wife along and get a wonderful bargain?&lt;br /&gt;# In a restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;Customers who find our waiting staff rude should see the manager&lt;br /&gt;# Seen outside a travel agency:&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you go away?&lt;br /&gt;# Spotted in a garden centre:&lt;br /&gt;Up these steps for the sunken garden&lt;br /&gt;# Notice in the window of a fabric shop:&lt;br /&gt;Repairs and alterations done here. Dying arranged&lt;br /&gt;# Sign outside pet shop:&lt;br /&gt;No dogs allowed&lt;br /&gt;# Message on a leaflet:&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot read, this leaflet will tell you how to get lessons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4212933311307487315?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4212933311307487315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4212933311307487315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4212933311307487315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4212933311307487315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/badly-worded-signs.html' title='Badly Worded Signs'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2744903365165785767</id><published>2007-07-15T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:49:15.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Disapearing Husband</title><content type='html'>A man and woman were having dinner in a fine restaurant. Their waitress,taking another order at a table a few steps away, suddenly noticed that the man was slowly sliding down his chair and under the table, but the woman acted unconcerned. The waitress watched as the man slid all the way down his chair and out of sight under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the woman appeared calm and unruffled, apparently unaware that her dining companion had disappeared. The waitress went over to the table and said to the woman, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I think your husband just slid under the table." The woman calmly looked up at her and said, "No, he didn't. He just walked in the door."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2744903365165785767?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2744903365165785767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2744903365165785767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2744903365165785767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2744903365165785767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/disapearing-husband.html' title='Disapearing Husband'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2747650189712324066</id><published>2007-07-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T03:01:01.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Does Management know their Staff ??</title><content type='html'>On walking into the factory, the Managing Director noticed a young guy leaning against a wall, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the young man and calmly said to him, "How much do you earn?"  The young man was quite amazed that he was asked such a personal question, he replied, none the less, "I earn $ 2 000.00 a month, Sir. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without answering, the MD took out his wallet and removed $ 6000.00 cash and gave it to the young man and said, "Around here I pay people for working, not for standing around looking pretty! Here is 3 months' salary, now GET OUT and don't come back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man turned around and was quickly out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing a few onlookers, the MD said in a very upset manner, "And that applies for everybody in this company".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached one of the onlookers and asked him, "Who 's the young man that I just fired ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which an amazing reply came of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " He was the pizza delivery man, Sir!!! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2747650189712324066?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2747650189712324066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2747650189712324066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2747650189712324066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2747650189712324066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/does-management-know-their-staff.html' title='Does Management know their Staff ??'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3911588176145172971</id><published>2007-07-10T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:40:07.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Don't mess with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Then you ask him ".&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/7297569405185651681-3911588176145172971?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3911588176145172971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3911588176145172971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3911588176145172971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3911588176145172971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-mess-with-kids.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with kids'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4461717014449897150</id><published>2007-07-08T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:26:02.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Nagging wife</title><content type='html'>A man and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation to Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;While they were there, the wife passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undertaker told the husband, "You can have her shipped home for $5,000,&lt;br /&gt;or you can bury her here in the Holy Land for $150."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought about it and told him he would just have her shipped home.&lt;br /&gt;The undertaker asked, "Why would you spend $5,000 to ship your wife home,&lt;br /&gt;when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $150?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days&lt;br /&gt;later he rose from the dead. I just can't take that chance."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4461717014449897150?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4461717014449897150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4461717014449897150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4461717014449897150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4461717014449897150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/nagging-wife.html' title='Nagging wife'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3473617415370641804</id><published>2007-07-05T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:01:52.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>Updated Employee Handbook</title><content type='html'>DRESS CODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing $350 Prada sneakers and carrying a $600 Gucci Bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress somewhere in-between, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEREAVEMENT LEAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESTROOM USE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the restroom. There is now a strict 3 minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH BREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure. Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation, and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MANAGEMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3473617415370641804?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3473617415370641804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3473617415370641804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3473617415370641804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3473617415370641804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/updated-employee-handbook.html' title='Updated Employee Handbook'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3812557528554062623</id><published>2007-07-03T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:01:58.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill gates'/><title type='text'>Bill Gates in Hell</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates passes this mortal life and to nobody's surprise including his own, arrives in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Satan greets him: "Welcome Mr. Gates, we've been waiting for you. This will be your home for all eternity. You've been selfish, greedy and a big liar all your life. Frankly releasing Windows 95 two years early, would by itself, have landed you here. But enough of that. You've arrived on a day when I'm in a good mood, so I'll be generous and give you a choice of three places in which you'll be locked up forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Satan takes Bill to a huge lake of fire in which millions of poor souls are tormented and tortured. He then takes him to a massive coliseum where thousands of people are chased about and devoured by starving lions. Finally, he takes Bill to a tiny room in which there is a beautiful young blonde with an alluring look on her face, sitting at a table on which there is a bottle of the finest wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To Bill's delight, he sees a PC in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Without hesitation, Bill says "I'll take this option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Fine," says Satan, allowing Bill to enter the room. Satan then locks the door, and swallows the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As Satan turns around, he bumps into Lucifer. "That was Bill Gates!" cried Lucifer. "Why did you give him the best place of all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "That's what everyone thinks," snickered Satan, "the bottle has a hole in it and the girl is just an illusion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What about the PC?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It's got Windows 2000," laughed Satan, "and it's missing three keys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Which three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Control, Alt and Delete."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3812557528554062623?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3812557528554062623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3812557528554062623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3812557528554062623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3812557528554062623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/bill-gates-in-hell.html' title='Bill Gates in Hell'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4063588656792011072</id><published>2007-07-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:31:05.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind'/><title type='text'>A blind man and his dog</title><content type='html'>One day, a blind man and his dog are walking down a street, they come to a busy intersection, and the dog, ignoring the high volume of traffic zooming by on the street, leads the blind man out into the thick of traffic. This is followed by the screech of tires and horns blaring as panicked drivers try desperately not to run the pair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man and his dog finally reach the safety of the sidewalk on the other side of the street, and the blind man pulls a cookie out of his coat pocket, and offers it to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passerby, having observed the near fatal incident, can't control his amazement and says to the blind man, "Why on earth are you rewarding your dog with a cookie? He nearly got you killed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man turns partially in his direction and replies, "To find out where his head is, so I can kick his ass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4063588656792011072?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4063588656792011072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4063588656792011072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4063588656792011072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4063588656792011072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/blind-man-and-his-dog.html' title='A blind man and his dog'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1064010054383662093</id><published>2007-06-28T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:22:38.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>Kind barber</title><content type='html'>A priest went to a barber shop to have his hair cut. When he took out his wallet to pay the barber, the barber refused to accept the money, saying, "You are a good man; you do the work of God. I cannot accept your money." The next morning, when he opened his shop and there on the steps were twelve copies of the bible, compliments from the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, a policeman came in to have his hair cut. The barber refused to accept payment, saying, "You are a good man; you uphold the law and make our streets safe. I cannot accept your money." The next morning, when he opened his shop and there on the steps were twelve doughnuts, compliments from the policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, a lawyer came in to have his hair cut. The barber refused to accept payment, saying, "You are a good man; you see that our judicial system runs smoothly. I cannot accept your payment." The next morning, the barber opened his shop and found .... twelve lawyer's waiting in line !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1064010054383662093?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1064010054383662093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1064010054383662093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1064010054383662093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1064010054383662093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/kind-barber.html' title='Kind barber'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-531685417634737410</id><published>2007-06-26T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:09:33.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>A woman whose husband often came home drunk decided to cure him of the habit. One Halloween night, she put on a devil suit and hid behind a tree to intercept him on the way home. When her husband came by, she jumped out and stood before him with her red horns, long tail, and pitchfork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Who are you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I'm the Devil," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, come on home with me," he said, "I married your sister."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-531685417634737410?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/531685417634737410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=531685417634737410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/531685417634737410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/531685417634737410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-6493975183338142317</id><published>2007-06-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:46:52.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>They say Men dont listen...</title><content type='html'>Mark, a loving husband, was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary and his wife was really ticked off at him. She told him, "tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in under 6 seconds, AND IT BETTER BE THERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Mark got up really early before work. When his wife woke up a couple of hours later, she looked out the window, and sure enough, there was a small gift-wrapped box sitting in the middle of the driveway. Confused, the wife put on her robe, ran out to the driveway, and took the box into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened it, and found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is not yet well enough to have visitors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-6493975183338142317?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6493975183338142317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=6493975183338142317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6493975183338142317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/6493975183338142317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-say-men-dont-listen.html' title='They say Men dont listen...'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3244229014323395386</id><published>2007-06-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:44:51.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><title type='text'>At the Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A man appeared before Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St. Peter asked.&lt;br /&gt; "Well, I can think of one thing, " the man offered. "On a trip to the Black Hills, out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of macho bikers who were threatening a young woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker. I smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground, and told him, "Leave her alone now or you'll answer to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter was impressed. "When did this happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a couple minutes ago."&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/7297569405185651681-3244229014323395386?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3244229014323395386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3244229014323395386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3244229014323395386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3244229014323395386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-gates.html' title='At the Gates'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4577234360229666987</id><published>2007-06-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:52:01.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Get pampered!</title><content type='html'>The boss of a small manufacturing company saw that one of his men was feeling rather low. He gave him a piece of advice, "When I feel depressed, I head for home and get pampered by my wife. It does me wonders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was absent from work after the lunch break, and so on the following morning, the boss wanted to know where he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took your advice, boss" he began. The boss asked, "And do you feel better now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I feel much better now. By the way, you have a very nice house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4577234360229666987?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4577234360229666987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4577234360229666987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4577234360229666987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4577234360229666987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/get-pampered.html' title='Get pampered!'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5967343329651804066</id><published>2007-06-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:27:05.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hospital'/><title type='text'>Manic depressions</title><content type='html'>The psychology teacher had just finished a lecture on mental health and had proceeded to give an oral quiz to the students. Speaking specifically about manic depression, the teacher asked, "How would you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sits in a chair weeping uncontrollably the next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man in the rear of the room raised his hand and answered, "A basketball coach?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5967343329651804066?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5967343329651804066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5967343329651804066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5967343329651804066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5967343329651804066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/manic-depressions.html' title='Manic depressions'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8992453788217012063</id><published>2007-06-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:11:01.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The husband had just finished reading a new book, called "You can be The man of your house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife......Pointing a finger in her face, he said sternly, "From now on, YOU need to know that I AM the MAN of this house, and my word is law!" You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous dessert afterward...after dinner...after that, you are going to run me my bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe.....then, You will massage my feet and hands. Then after that's all done, guess who's going to dress me and brush my hair?".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied,"The funeral director would be my guess"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8992453788217012063?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8992453788217012063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8992453788217012063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/husband-had-just-finished-reading-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7085952567344386935</id><published>2007-06-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:07:17.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech support'/><title type='text'>An engineer, an operations manager, an accountant, and a software technical support person...</title><content type='html'>An engineer, an operations manager, an accountant, and a software technical  support person were traveling together in a car to attend an urgent meeting. Ten  miles from the meeting the car breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer says "Give me  ten minutes and I'll have it fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operations manager says "If we  all get a cab we will still get there on time, and, under the circumstances the  cost is acceptable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountant says "We could get the bus, still get  there on time and at half the cost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software tech support guy says  "If we all get out, then get back in again one by one... it should  start!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7085952567344386935?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7085952567344386935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7085952567344386935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7085952567344386935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7085952567344386935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/engineer-operations-manager-accountant.html' title='An engineer, an operations manager, an accountant, and a software technical support person...'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7211611179791284585</id><published>2007-06-13T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T05:07:55.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Map reading</title><content type='html'>The teacher of the earth science class was lecturing on map reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees and minutes the teacher asked, "Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23 degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east longitude?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a confused silence, a voice volunteered, "I guess you'd be eating alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7211611179791284585?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7211611179791284585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7211611179791284585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7211611179791284585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7211611179791284585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/map-reading.html' title='Map reading'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-790501224549264768</id><published>2007-06-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:42:14.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><title type='text'>Seinfeld on being the best man</title><content type='html'>I was the best man at the wedding. If I'm the best man, why is she marrying him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-790501224549264768?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/790501224549264768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=790501224549264768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/790501224549264768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/790501224549264768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/seinfeld-on-being-best-man.html' title='Seinfeld on being the best man'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2733718853065179245</id><published>2007-06-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:54:26.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuppie'/><title type='text'>Yuppie's BMW</title><content type='html'>A yuppie opened the door of his BMW, when suddenly a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the yuppy was complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Officer, look what they've done to my Beeeeemer!!" he whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You yuppies are so materialistic, you make me sick!!!" retorted the officer. "You're so worried about your stupid BMW, that you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gaaawd..." replied the yuppy, finally noticing the bloody left shoulder where his arm once was, "Where's my Rolex!?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2733718853065179245?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2733718853065179245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2733718853065179245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2733718853065179245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2733718853065179245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/yuppies-bmw.html' title='Yuppie&apos;s BMW'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-239840611145874032</id><published>2007-06-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:55:46.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>ABRACADABRA</title><content type='html'>A married couple in  their early 60s were out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a  quiet, romantic little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy  appeared on their table and said, "For being such an exemplary married  couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant  you each a wish." "Ooh, I want to travel around the world with my darling  husband" said the wife. The fairy moved her magic stick and - abracadabra -  two tickets for the new QM2 luxury liner appeared in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was  the husbands turn. He thought for a moment and said:"Well this is all very  romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a lifetime, so,  I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than  me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed; but a wish is a  wish..So the fairy made a circle with her magic stick and  abracadabra!...the husband became 92 years  old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-239840611145874032?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/239840611145874032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=239840611145874032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/239840611145874032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/239840611145874032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/abracadabra.html' title='ABRACADABRA'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-161573611522846581</id><published>2007-06-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:18:09.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilot'/><title type='text'>Airlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Occasionally, airline attendants make an effort to make the "in-flight safety lecture" and their other announcements a bit more entertaining. Here are some real (? - I am not sure about that!! Zia) examples that have been heard or reported:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada. We'd like to thank you for flying Southwest Airlines, and on behalf of the flight deck we'd also like to extend a very special and very happy 101st Birthday to a gentleman seated near the front of the aircraft." "So... if you happen to see the Captain on the way out, mind his walker, shake his hand, and wish him well with another 100 years working here at Southwest Airlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you smoke, please wait until you arrive at a designated smoking area to light up, which (in California) would be outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking off, the pilot got on the speaker and said, "Bear with me folks, this is my first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From a Southwest Airlines employee: "There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of this airplane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: "Folks, we have reached our cruising altitude now, so I am going to switch the seat belt sign off. Feel free to move about as you wish, but please stay inside the plane till we land. It's a bit cold outside, and if you walk on the wings it affects the flight pattern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After landing: "Thank you for flying Delta Business Express. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Memphis, a flight attendant on a Northwest flight announced: "Please take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as hell everything has shifted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Southwest Airlines employee: "Welcome aboard Southwest Flight XXX to YYY. To operate your seatbelt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seatbelt and if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with two small children, decide now which one you love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but they'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember, nobody loves you or your money more than Southwest Airlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your seat cushions can be used for flotation. In the event of an emergency water landing, please take them with our compliments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you exit the plane, please make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last one off the plane must clean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pilot during his welcome message: "We are pleased to have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately none of them are on this flight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was overheard on an American Airlines flight into Amarillo, Texas, on a particularly windy and bumpy day. During the final approach, the captain was really having to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the flight attendant came on the PA and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Amarillo. Please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened while the captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a, "Thanks for flying XYZ airline." He said that in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally, everyone had gotten off except for this little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "Sonny, did we land or were we shot down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real crusher of a landing in Phoenix, the flight attendant got on the PA and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt up against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we'll open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of us here at US Airways."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-161573611522846581?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/161573611522846581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=161573611522846581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/161573611522846581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/161573611522846581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/airlines.html' title='Airlines'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8110765647188214090</id><published>2007-06-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:56:14.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mugger'/><title type='text'>Mugger</title><content type='html'>Two guys are walking down the street when a mugger approaches them and demands their money. They both grudgingly pull out their wallets and begin taking out their cash. Just then one guy turns to the other and hands him a bill. "Here’s that $20 I owe you," he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8110765647188214090?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8110765647188214090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8110765647188214090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8110765647188214090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8110765647188214090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/mugger.html' title='Mugger'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-2949390969297407592</id><published>2007-06-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:40:57.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><title type='text'>Seinfeld on keys to a plane</title><content type='html'>Are there keys to a plane? Maybe that's what those delays are sometimes, when you're just sitting there at the   gate. Maybe the pilot sits up there in the cockpit going, "Oh, I don't believe this. Dammit..I did it again." They   tell you it's something mechanical because they don't want to come on the P.A. system, "Ladies and gentlemen,   we're going to be delayed here on the ground for a while. I uh..Oh, God this is so embarrassing...I, I left the   keys to the plane in my apartment. They're in this big ashtray by the front door. I'm sorry, I'll run back and get   them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-2949390969297407592?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2949390969297407592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=2949390969297407592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2949390969297407592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/2949390969297407592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/seinfeld-on-keys-to-plane.html' title='Seinfeld on keys to a plane'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8590444029844432255</id><published>2007-06-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T04:35:14.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NASA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Rocket Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Scientists at NASA have developed a gun built specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all travelling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshield of their new high speed trains. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Arrangements were made. But when the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurtled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, crashed through the control console, snapped the engineer's backrest in two and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin. Horrified Britons sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield, and begged the U.S. scientists for suggestions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NASA's response was just three words, "Thaw the chicken"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8590444029844432255?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8590444029844432255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8590444029844432255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8590444029844432255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8590444029844432255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/rocket-science.html' title='Rocket Science'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5443883378479989577</id><published>2007-06-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:25:11.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>One Dollar Bill</title><content type='html'>A one dollar bill met a twenty dollar bill and said, "Hey, where've you been? I haven't seen you round here much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twenty answered, "I've been hanging out at the casinos, went on a cruise and did the rounds of the ship, back to the United States for a while, went to a couple of baseball games, to the mall, that kind of stuff. How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one dollar bill said, "You know, same old stuff ... church, church,church."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5443883378479989577?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5443883378479989577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5443883378479989577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5443883378479989577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5443883378479989577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-dollar-bill.html' title='One Dollar Bill'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3258688961203345279</id><published>2007-06-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:54:32.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Anniversary in Australia</title><content type='html'>Two older gentleman were talking and one said to the other, "You're having an anniversary soon, right?" The other replied, "Yup, a big one... 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," said the first, "what are you going to get your wife for your anniversary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other replied, "We're going on a trip to Australia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, Australia, that's some gift!" said the first man. "That's going to be hard to beat. What are you going to do for your 25th anniversary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go back and get her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3258688961203345279?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3258688961203345279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3258688961203345279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3258688961203345279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3258688961203345279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/anniversary-in-australia.html' title='Anniversary in Australia'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-3929634089539868634</id><published>2007-06-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:02:49.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman'/><title type='text'>Vacuum salesman</title><content type='html'>A vacuum salesman appeared at the door of an old lady's house and, without allowing the woman to speak, rushed into the living room and threw a large bag of dirt all over her clean carpet. He said, "If this new vacuum doesn't pick up every bit of dirt then I'll eat all the dirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, who by this time was losing her patience, said, "Sir, if I had enough money to buy that thing, I would have paid my electricity bill before they cut it off. Now, what would you prefer, a spoon or a knife and fork?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-3929634089539868634?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3929634089539868634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=3929634089539868634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3929634089539868634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/3929634089539868634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacuum-salesman.html' title='Vacuum salesman'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1827619312574211757</id><published>2007-06-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:22:04.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Email</title><content type='html'>It's wise to remember how easily e-mail can be misused, sometimes unintentionally, with serious consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when typing her address, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly woman whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Wife, Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sure is hot down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1827619312574211757?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1827619312574211757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1827619312574211757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1827619312574211757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1827619312574211757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/email.html' title='Email'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8214726938539603462</id><published>2007-05-31T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:35:23.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective'/><title type='text'>Elementary, My Dear Watson</title><content type='html'>Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip, set up their tent, and fall asleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes his faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson replies, "I see millions of stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does that tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson ponders for a minute. "Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks. "Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8214726938539603462?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8214726938539603462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8214726938539603462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8214726938539603462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8214726938539603462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/elementary-my-dear-watson.html' title='Elementary, My Dear Watson'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-202947072737031116</id><published>2007-05-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:38:18.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Seinfeld on Death</title><content type='html'>According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number   two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the   casket than doing the eulogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-202947072737031116?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/202947072737031116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=202947072737031116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/202947072737031116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/202947072737031116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/seinfeld-on-death.html' title='Seinfeld on Death'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7414027906590810448</id><published>2007-05-29T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:21:53.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Golf balls</title><content type='html'>A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3 golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his dresser drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said I'm sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said "I guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replied" Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7414027906590810448?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7414027906590810448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7414027906590810448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7414027906590810448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7414027906590810448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/golf-balls.html' title='Golf balls'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7868294395718061491</id><published>2007-05-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:20:59.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>CEO party</title><content type='html'>A CEO throwing a party takes his executives on a tour of his opulent mansion. In the back of the property, the CEO has the largest swimming pool any of them has ever seen. The huge pool, however, is filled with hungry alligators. The CEO says to his executives "I think an executive should be measured by courage. Courage is what made me CEO. So this is my challenge to each of you: if anyone has enough courage to dive into the pool, swim through those alligators, and make it to the other side, I will give that person anything they desire. My job, my money, my house, anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs at the outrageous offer and proceeds to follow the CEO on the tour of the estate. Suddenly, they hear a loud splash. Everyone turns around and sees the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) in the pool, swimming for his life. He dodges the alligators left and right and makes it to the edge of the pool with seconds to spare. He pulls himself out just as a huge alligator snaps at his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flabbergasted CEO approaches the CFO and says, "You are amazing. I've never seen anything like it in my life. You are brave beyond measure and anything I own is yours. Tell me what I can do for you." The CFO, panting for breath, looks up and says, "You can tell me who the hell pushed me in the pool!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7868294395718061491?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7868294395718061491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7868294395718061491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7868294395718061491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7868294395718061491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/ceo-party.html' title='CEO party'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1060595281172210132</id><published>2007-05-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:30:39.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Most dangerous food</title><content type='html'>A dietitian was once addressing a large audience in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago.  Red meat is awful.  Soft drinks erode your stomach lining.  Chinese food is loaded with MSG.&lt;br /&gt; Vegetables and fruits sprayed with pesticides can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have, or will, eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A 75-year-old man in the back row stood up and shouted: "Wedding cake!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1060595281172210132?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1060595281172210132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1060595281172210132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1060595281172210132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1060595281172210132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-dangerous-food.html' title='Most dangerous food'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-7361241667607259544</id><published>2007-05-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:29:27.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hospital'/><title type='text'>Don't Visit the Mental Asylum without Mental Preparation</title><content type='html'>During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. A normal person would use the bucket&lt;br /&gt;because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull off the plug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now tell me sir, Do you want a bed near the window or by the wall?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-7361241667607259544?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7361241667607259544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=7361241667607259544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7361241667607259544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/7361241667607259544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-visit-mental-asylum-without-mental.html' title='Don&apos;t Visit the Mental Asylum without Mental Preparation'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-1999684715226822439</id><published>2007-05-24T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:38:05.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Seinfeld on Food on TV</title><content type='html'>I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can't smell it. Can't eat it. Can't taste it. The end of the   show they hold it up to the camera, "Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-1999684715226822439?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1999684715226822439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=1999684715226822439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1999684715226822439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/1999684715226822439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/seinfeld-on-food-on-tv.html' title='Seinfeld on Food on TV'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8783944420849148141</id><published>2007-05-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:30:39.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>Cash in the coffin</title><content type='html'>An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside. "Here's $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, "I only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair the roof of the church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, since we're confiding in each other," said the doctor, "I only put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was aghast. "I'm ashamed of both of you," he exclaimed. "I want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a check for the full $30,000."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8783944420849148141?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8783944420849148141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8783944420849148141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8783944420849148141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8783944420849148141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/cash-in-coffin.html' title='Cash in the coffin'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-4239797157241068551</id><published>2007-05-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:30:11.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Into labor...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital after my wife had gone into labor and the nurse walked out and said to the man sitting next to me, "Congratulations sir, you’re the new father of twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "How about that, I work for the Doublemint Chewing Gum Company." The man then followed the woman to his wife’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, the same nurse entered the waiting room and announced that Mr. Smith’s wife has just had triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smith stood up and said, "Well, how do ya like that, I work for the 3M Company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman that was sitting next to me then got up and started to leave. When I asked him why he was leaving, he remarked, "I think I need a breath of fresh air." The man continued, "I work for 7-UP."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-4239797157241068551?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4239797157241068551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=4239797157241068551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4239797157241068551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/4239797157241068551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/into-labour.html' title='Into labor...'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-8825263740685580658</id><published>2007-05-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:16:26.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><title type='text'>Seinfeld on Shower Radio</title><content type='html'>Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there's no   better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-8825263740685580658?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8825263740685580658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=8825263740685580658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8825263740685580658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/8825263740685580658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/seinfeld-on-shower-radio.html' title='Seinfeld on Shower Radio'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297569405185651681.post-5968388797828892575</id><published>2007-05-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:32:09.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill gates'/><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates died in a car accident. He found himself in Purgatory beingsized up by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call. I'm not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you enormously helped society by putting a computer in almost every home in the world and yet you created that ghastly Windows 95 and then Windows 98. I'm going to do something I've never done before. In your case, I'm going to let you decide where you want to go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill replied, "Well, thanks, God. What's the difference between the two?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God said, "I'm willing to let you visit both places briefly if it will help you make a decision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Fine, but where should I go first?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God said, "I'm going to leave that up to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill said, "OK, then, let's try Hell first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters. There were thousands of beautiful women running around, playing in the water, laughing, and frolicking about. The sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. Bill was very pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"This is great!" he told God, "If this is Hell, I REALLY want to see Heaven!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Fine," said God and off they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heaven was a high place in the clouds, with angels drifting about playing harps and singing. It was nice, but not as enticing as Hell. Bill thought for a quick minute and rendered his decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I think I prefer Hell," he told God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Fine," retorted God, "as you desire." So Bill Gates went to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two weeks later, God decided to check up on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When God arrived in Hell, he found Bill shackled to a wall, screaming amongst the hot flames in a dark cave He was being burned and tortured by demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How's everything going, Bill?" God asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bill responded, his voice full of anguish and disappointment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"This is awful; this is not what I expected. I can't believe this happened. What happened to that other place with the beaches and the beautiful women playing in the water?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God said, "That was the screen saver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297569405185651681-5968388797828892575?l=dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5968388797828892575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297569405185651681&amp;postID=5968388797828892575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5968388797828892575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297569405185651681/posts/default/5968388797828892575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dislocatedjokes.blogspot.com/2007/05/heaven-or-hell.html' title='Heaven or Hell?'/><author><name>Zia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
