<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617</id><updated>2010-06-18T15:19:04.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam From Fam</title><subtitle type='html'>http://www.slowdayatwork.com/App_Themes/Christmas/images/logo.jpg</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7430738370578734086</id><published>2010-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:07:59.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>How To Sell Toothbrushes</title><content type='html'>The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on productive salesmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sally led off: "I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30," she said proudly, "My sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jenny was next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sold magazines," she said, "I made $45 and I explained to everyone that magazines would keep them up on current events."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, Jenny," said the teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it was Little Johnny's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher held her breath ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box full of cash on the teacher's desk. "$2,467," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$2,467!" cried the teacher, "What in the world were you selling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," said Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," echoed the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could you possibly sell enough tooth brushes to make that much money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found the busiest corner in town," said Little Johnny, "I set up a Dip &amp;amp; Chip stand, I gave everybody who walked by a free sample."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing, "Hey, this tastes like dog poop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would say,"It is dog poop. Wanna buy a toothbrush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used the governmental approach of giving you something crappy that they say is good and then making you pay to get the taste out of your mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was speechless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7430738370578734086?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7430738370578734086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7430738370578734086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7430738370578734086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7430738370578734086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2010/06/how-to-sell-toothbrushes.html' title='How To Sell Toothbrushes'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7992999013421722680</id><published>2010-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:38:28.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Fried Chicken</title><content type='html'>Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, everyone else in the class laughed.&lt;br /&gt;My parents told me to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried&lt;br /&gt;chicken is my favorite animal. I told my dad what happened, and&lt;br /&gt;he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love&lt;br /&gt;animals very much. I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office. I told him what&lt;br /&gt;happened, and he laughed too. Then he told me not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal&lt;br /&gt;was. I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, just like she'd&lt;br /&gt;asked the other children. So I told her it was because you could make&lt;br /&gt;them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal's office&lt;br /&gt;again. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher&lt;br /&gt;doesn't like it when I am. Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what&lt;br /&gt;famous person we admire most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, "Colonel Sanders".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I am now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7992999013421722680?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7992999013421722680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7992999013421722680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7992999013421722680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7992999013421722680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2010/06/fried-chicken.html' title='Fried Chicken'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7615001871178755479</id><published>2009-12-01T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:04:19.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Cards'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cards for All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to say this would be really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to your church, co-workers, family, and friends. What do you have to lose but 44 cents, what do you have to gain ----------- more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a clever idea! Yes, Christmas cards. This is coming early so you can get ready to include an important address to your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to have some fun this CHRISTMAS? Send the ACLU a CHRISTMAS CARD this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are working so very hard to get rid of the CHRISTMAS part of this holiday, we should all send them a nice, CHRISTIAN card to brighten up their dark, sad, little world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure it says "Merry Christmas" on the inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the address, just don't be rude or crude. (It's not the Christian way, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACLU&lt;br /&gt;125 Broad Street&lt;br /&gt;18th Floor&lt;br /&gt;New York , NY 10004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tons of Christmas cards would freeze their operations because they wouldn't know if any were regular mail containing contributions. So spend 44 cents and tell the ACLU to leave Christmas alone. Also tell them that there is no such thing as a "Holiday Tree". . . It's always been called a CHRISTMAS TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pass this on to your email lists. We really want to communicate with the ACLU! They really DESERVE us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't aware of them, the ACLU, (the American Civil Liberties Union) is the one suing the U.S. Government to take God, Christmas or anything Christian away from us. They represent the atheists and others in this war. Help put Christ back in Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7615001871178755479?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7615001871178755479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7615001871178755479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7615001871178755479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7615001871178755479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/12/christmas-cards-for-all.html' title='Christmas Cards for All'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-1839688831783080866</id><published>2009-11-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:25:45.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Humor'/><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>Some people have trouble with all those 'shall's' and 'shall not's' in the Ten commandments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks just aren't used to talking in those terms. So, in middle  Tennessee they translated the 'King James' into ' Jackson County ' language.... no joke,  (posted on the wall at Cross Trails Church in Gainesboro ,  TN ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Just one God&lt;br /&gt;(2) Put nothin' before God&lt;br /&gt;(3) Watch yer mouth&lt;br /&gt;(4) Git yourself to Sunday meetin'&lt;br /&gt;(5) Honor yer Ma &amp; Pa&lt;br /&gt;(6) No killin' &lt;br /&gt;(7) No foolin' around with another fellow's gal&lt;br /&gt;(8) Don't take what ain't yers&lt;br /&gt;(9) No tellin' tales or gossipin'&lt;br /&gt;(10) Don't be hankerin' for yer buddy's stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's plain an' simple.  Y'all have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-1839688831783080866?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/1839688831783080866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=1839688831783080866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/1839688831783080866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/1839688831783080866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/11/ten-commandments.html' title='The Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-3970370315451666752</id><published>2009-11-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:22:35.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Jokes'/><title type='text'>Skinny vs ?</title><content type='html'>We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver and a drink with my friends. With time we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy,we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, "Good gosh, look how smartI am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-3970370315451666752?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/3970370315451666752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=3970370315451666752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3970370315451666752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3970370315451666752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/11/skinny-vs.html' title='Skinny vs ?'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-2519363189037593091</id><published>2009-11-02T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:55:00.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>Election Eve Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EbtpSgnqUQ/Su85AWP13lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qhowhxvmNeM/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399597156375322194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EbtpSgnqUQ/Su85AWP13lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qhowhxvmNeM/s320/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little inspiration for Election Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-2519363189037593091?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/2519363189037593091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=2519363189037593091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2519363189037593091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2519363189037593091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/11/election-eve-inspiration.html' title='Election Eve Inspiration'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2EbtpSgnqUQ/Su85AWP13lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qhowhxvmNeM/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-63212778160668959</id><published>2009-10-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:56:29.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid People'/><title type='text'>Marrying a good speller</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxJMDzNZWsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NxJMDzNZWsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-63212778160668959?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/63212778160668959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=63212778160668959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/63212778160668959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/63212778160668959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/10/marrying-good-speller.html' title='Marrying a good speller'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-4399088819862142260</id><published>2009-10-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:53:19.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>This just in. Obama wins the Heisman Trophy after watching a college football game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-4399088819862142260?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/4399088819862142260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=4399088819862142260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/4399088819862142260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/4399088819862142260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/10/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-844004777197412406</id><published>2009-08-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:37:07.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be  Careful Out There</title><content type='html'>IDIOT SIGHTING:&lt;br /&gt;We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, 'Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower.' I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, 'NO, it's not.' Four is larger than two..' &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Depends on if it's 1/4 of a Clydesdale vs 1/2 of a Shetland Pony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't used Sears repair since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter. She said, 'you gave me too much money.' I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back.' She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said 'We're sorry but they could not do that kind of thing.' The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not confuse the clerks at McD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;br /&gt;I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: 'Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'&amp;amp; nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kingman , KS &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Only in Kansas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE :&lt;br /&gt;My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.' He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;From Kansas City &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Kansas side or Missouri side? I'm betting Kansas side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING:&lt;br /&gt;I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, 'Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?' To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?' He smiled knowingly and nodded,&lt;br /&gt;'That's why we ask.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened in Birmingham , Ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;br /&gt;The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street.. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appall ed, she responded, 'What on earth are blind people doing driving?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a probation officer in Wichita , KS &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Kansas again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;br /&gt;At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker. She was leaving the company due to 'downsizing.' Our manager commented cheerfully, 'This is fun. We should do this more often.' Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lunch at Texas Instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING :&lt;br /&gt;I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT SIGHTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. 'Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'its open!' His reply, 'I know. I already got that side.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at the Ford dealership in Canton, MS &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(And to think GM went under?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAY ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk among us... and they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VOTE&lt;/span&gt; and they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPRODUCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(If you don't believe it, go the county fair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-844004777197412406?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/844004777197412406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=844004777197412406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/844004777197412406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/844004777197412406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/08/be-careful-out-there.html' title='Be  Careful Out There'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-9121943535802611559</id><published>2009-08-24T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:57:16.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criminals'/><title type='text'>Kohl's Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(This is just too funny! This could only be true; you simply can't make this stuff up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching their Kohl's shopping bags, Ellen and Kay woefully gazed down at a dead cat in the mall parking lot. Obviously a recent hit..no flies, no smell. What business could that poor kitty have had here?' murmured Ellen..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Ellen, let's just go..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ellen had already grabbed her shopping bag and was explaining, 'I'll just put my things in your bag, and then I'll use this tissue.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dumped her purchases into Kay's bag and then used the tissue paper to cradle and lower the former feline into her own Kohl's bag and cover it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued the short trek to the car in silence, stashing their goods in the trunk. But it occurred to both of them that if they left Ellen's burial bag in the trunk, warmed by the Texas sunshine while they ate, Kay's Lumina would soon lose that new-car smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to leave the bag on top of the trunk, and they headed over to K &amp;amp; W Cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they went through the serving line and they sat down at a window table. They had a view of Kay's Chevy with the Kohl's bag still on the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT not for long! As they ate, they noticed a woman in a red gingham shirt stroll by their car. She looked quickly this way and that, and then took the Kohl's bag without breaking stride. She quickly walked out of their line of vision... Kay and Ellen shot each other a wide-eyed look of amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast that neither of them could think how to respond. 'Can you imagine?' finally sputtered Ellen.. 'The nerve of that woman!' Kay sympathized with Ellen, but inwardly a laugh was building as she thought about the grand surprise awaiting the female thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when she thought she'd have to giggle into her napkin, she noticed Ellen's eyes freeze in the direction of the serving line. Following her gaze, Kay recognized the woman in the red gingham shirt with the Kohl's bag hanging from her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was brazenly pushing her tray toward the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly they watched the scene unfold:&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the register, the woman settled at a table across from theirs, put the bag on an empty chair and began to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After a few bites of baked whitefish and green beans, she casually lifted the bag into her lap to survey her treasure. Looking from side to side, but not far enough to notice her rapt audience three tables over, she pulled out the tissue paper and peered into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widened, and she began to make a sort of gasping noise. The noise grew. The bag slid from her lap as she sank to the floor, wheezing and clutching her upper chest. The beverage cart attendant quickly recognized a customer in trouble and sent the busboy to call 911, while she administered the Heimlich maneuver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowd quickly gathered that did not include Ellen and Kay, who remained riveted to their chairs for seven whole minutes until the ambulance arrived. In a matter of minutes, the woman with the red gingham shirt emerged from the crowd, still gasping, and securely strapped on a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two well-trained EMT volunteers steered her to the waiting ambulance, while a third scooped up her belongings. The last they saw of the distressed cat-burglar was as she disappeared behind the ambulance doors................the Kohl's Bag perched on her stomach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does take care of those who do bad things! (AND once in a while...He allows us to witness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-9121943535802611559?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/9121943535802611559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=9121943535802611559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/9121943535802611559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/9121943535802611559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/08/kohls-shopping-trip.html' title='Kohl&apos;s Shopping Trip'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-6742749721742431125</id><published>2009-08-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:29:55.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><title type='text'>Test for Dementia</title><content type='html'>Below are four questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can 't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are&lt;br /&gt;absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer the second question,&lt;br /&gt;but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question:&lt;br /&gt;I f you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:&lt;br /&gt;Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30.&lt;br /&gt;Add another 1000. Now add 20 . Now add another 1000&lt;br /&gt;Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll get the last question right....&lt;br /&gt;.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1 Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini,&lt;br /&gt;4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you Answer Nunu?&lt;br /&gt;NO! Of course it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Mary. Read the question again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By&lt;br /&gt;imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully&lt;br /&gt;expresses himself to the shopkeeper and! the purchase is&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask..&lt;br /&gt;It's really very simple.... Like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-6742749721742431125?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/6742749721742431125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=6742749721742431125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/6742749721742431125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/6742749721742431125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/08/test-for-dementia.html' title='Test for Dementia'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-3799208442933740757</id><published>2009-08-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:22:11.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Again sorry for the all CAPS, but these email spammers do not seem to know you can press the Caps Lock key and not yell at people via email.  Still a funny one though:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBITUARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBERT WALTERS JUNE 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING HIS CHILDHOOD, EBERT "SONNY" WALTERS WAS COUNSELED BY HIS TOUGH OLD COWBOY GRANDFATHER THAT IF HE WANTED TO LIVE A LONG LIFE, THE SECRET WAS TO SPRINKLE A PINCH OF GUN POWDER ON HIS OATMEAL EVERY MORNING. HIS FAMILY SAID EBERT DID THAT RELIGIOUSLY EVERY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBERT DIED LAST THURSDAY AT AGE 104&lt;br /&gt;HE OUTLIVED HIS WIFE IONA BY 52 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;HE LEFT BEHIND 14 CHILDREN, 30 GRANDCHILDREN, 45 GREAT-GRAND-CHILDREN, 25 GREAT-GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN -- AND A 15 FOOT DEEP HOLE WHERE THE CREMATORIUM USED TO BE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-3799208442933740757?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/3799208442933740757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=3799208442933740757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3799208442933740757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3799208442933740757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/08/wyoming-cowboy.html' title='Wyoming Cowboy'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-2201531380466805358</id><published>2009-07-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:31:07.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email Scams'/><title type='text'>EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITY‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I feel so honored to have been contacted by this company.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:30th July, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They have my attention.  This email just SCREAMS at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HALLIBURTON  UK IS&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; (You is?)&lt;/span&gt; CURRENTLY OFFERING NUMEROUS OPPORTUNITIES TO PROFESSIONALS OF ALL NATIONALITIES.  WE BRING TO YOUR NOTICE ON THE JOB OPPORTUNITY AS AN EXPATRIATE IN OUR ESTEEM COMPANY. WE REQUIRE EXPERIENCE PROFESSIONALS COMPETENCE TO WORK WITH LESS SUPERVISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY EMPLOYER THAT PROMOTES DIVERSITY AND VALUE DIFFERENCES. CONSEQUENTLY, WE EMPLOY PEOPLE OF DIVERSE BACKGROUND REGARDLESS OF GENDER, RACE, CREED, SOCIAL AND MARITAL STATUS ETC &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(ETC includes Credit Card Number, Social Security Number, and Mother's Maiden Name)&lt;/span&gt;..... WE HAVE CAREER OPPORTUNITIES FOR TALENTED GRADUATES IN OUR INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY, ENGINEERING, FINANCE, HUMAN RESOURCES, CORPORATE AFFAIRS AND EXTERNAL RELATIONS ORGANIZATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR RESUME POSTED ON SITE  FOR ASSESSMENT,  WAS FOUND SUITABLE FOR AN EMPLOYMENT CONSIDERATION IN OUR ESTEEM ORGANIZATION.&lt;br /&gt;ON NOTIFICATION OF YOUR INTENTION YOUR ARE TO SEND YOUR MOST CURRENT RESUME IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Unlike this e-mail) &lt;/span&gt;STATING YOUR CURRENT RANGE OF SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE IN DETAILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;James Graham. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I wonder if his family invented the Graham cracker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel:  +44 7024078573 Fax:+448704954878.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2009 Halliburton Oil Services U.K. All rights reserved. Terms of Service - Copyright / IP Policy. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't even think about copying this email, because it's copyrighted by Halliburton Oil Services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-2201531380466805358?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/2201531380466805358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=2201531380466805358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2201531380466805358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2201531380466805358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/employment-opportunity.html' title='EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITY‏'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-3083555957668181671</id><published>2009-07-28T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:58:35.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>Muslim Quarterback</title><content type='html'>The coach had put together the perfect team for the Detroit Lions. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA-BLOOEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLS-EYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself.  "He has the perfect arm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he brings him to the States and teaches him the great game of football. And the Lions go on to win the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to talk to you, the old Muslim woman says."You are not my son!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Let me tell you!" his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!" The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forgive you for making us move to Detroit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-3083555957668181671?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/3083555957668181671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=3083555957668181671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3083555957668181671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/3083555957668181671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/muslim-quarterback.html' title='Muslim Quarterback'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-2555348962434664355</id><published>2009-07-20T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:00:18.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Humor'/><title type='text'>A Catholic School Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry these are all in CAPS, but don't you love the feeling of being yelled at?  I just post them as they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nun Grading Papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine yourself to be the nun that is sitting at her desk grading these papers all the while trying to keep a straight face and maintain her composure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO THE WORDING AND SPELLING. IF YOU KNOW THE BIBLE EVEN A LITTLE; YOU'LL FIND THIS HILARIOUS! IT COMES FROM A CATHOLIC ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEST; KIDS WERE ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOLLOWING STATEMENTS ABOUT THE BIBLE WERE WRITTEN BY CHILDREN. THEY HAVE NOT BEEN RETOUCHED OR CORRECTED. INCORRECT SPELLING HAS BEEN LEFT IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE; GUINESSIS. GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE. NOAH'S WIFE WAS JOAN OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AND ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOT'S WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY; BUT A BALL OF FIRE DURING THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL LIKE DELILAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA! WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSER. AFTERWARDS; MOSES WENT UP TO MOUNT CYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE FIRST COMMANDMENTS WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE&lt;br /&gt;APPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE BATTLE OF GERITOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS&lt;br /&gt;SON TO STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS; A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. SOLOMON; ONE OF DAVIDS SONS; HAD 300 WIVES AND 700 PORCUPINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS; SHE SANG THE MAGNA CARTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEY&lt;br /&gt;FOUND JESUS IN THE MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE; WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE OFF THE ENTRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE 12&lt;br /&gt;DECIBELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 ST. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY; HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY WHICH IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE. THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-2555348962434664355?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/2555348962434664355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=2555348962434664355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2555348962434664355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/2555348962434664355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/catholic-school-education.html' title='A Catholic School Education'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-115020016000756563</id><published>2009-07-19T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:02:10.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>California Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The latest telephone poll taken by the California Governor's office asked whether people who live in California think illegal immigration is a serious problem: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29% responded, "Yes, it is a serious problem." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71% responded, "No es una problema seriosa." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-115020016000756563?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/115020016000756563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=115020016000756563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/115020016000756563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/115020016000756563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/california-poll.html' title='California Poll'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-837393989423019480</id><published>2009-07-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:26:04.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Laziest Scammer</title><content type='html'>Here is a message from the world's laziest scammer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WON 750,000 GBP. FROM IRNL. SEND INFO: AGE, TELL,NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be legit though because the email addres is &lt;a href="mailto:claims.dpt92@yahoo.com"&gt;claims.dpt92@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-837393989423019480?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/837393989423019480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=837393989423019480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/837393989423019480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/837393989423019480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/worlds-laziest-scammer.html' title='World&apos;s Laziest Scammer'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7463118557369667209</id><published>2009-07-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:08:16.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Humor'/><title type='text'>Craig's List Personals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown  Savannah  night before last. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2009-03-23, 3:43 AM EST  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was the guy with the black Burberry jacket that you demanded I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend.  You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings.  I hope you somehow come across this message.  I'd like to apologize.  I didn't expect you to crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth is, I was wearing the jacket for a reason that evening, and it wasn't that cold outside. You see, my girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for Christmas, and we had just picked up a shoulder holster for it that evening.... Beautiful pistol, eh? It's a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, isn't it?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it probably wasn't a great deal of fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown BLOB flopping about in your pants.  I'm sure it was even worse since you also ended up leaving your shoes, cellphone, and wallet with me.  I couldn't have you calling up any of your buddies to come help you try to mug us again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the liberty of calling your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, and explaining to her your situation.  I also bought myself and four other people in the gas station this morning a tank full of gas on your credit card.  The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful! I gave your shoes to one of the homeless guys over by Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all of the cash in your wallet... I threw the wallet in a fancy pink "pimp mobile" parked at the curb after I broke the windshield and side window out and keyed the drivers side.  I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cellphone.  They'll be on your bill in case you'd like to know which ones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T-Mobile just shut down the line, and I've only had the phone for a little over a day now, so I don't know what's going on with that.  I hope they haven't permanently cut off your service. I could only get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI with it. The FBI guy was really pissed and we had a long chat (I guess while he traced the number).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd also like to apologize for not killing you and instead making you walk back home humiliated.  I'm hoping that you'll reconsider your choice of path in life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time you might not be so lucky.... - Alex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7463118557369667209?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7463118557369667209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7463118557369667209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7463118557369667209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7463118557369667209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/814543128049389358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/guard-rifle-handling.html' title='Guard Rifle Handling'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-9067344650323096151</id><published>2009-07-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:38:08.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness Jocks Office Humor'/><title type='text'>Fitness Program</title><content type='html'>NOTICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This department requires no physical fitness program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets enough exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jumping to conclusions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flying off the handle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running down the boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knifing friends in the back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dodging responsibility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing their luck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-9067344650323096151?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/9067344650323096151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=9067344650323096151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/9067344650323096151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/9067344650323096151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/fitness-program.html' title='Fitness Program'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-4524421234885411633</id><published>2009-07-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:01:15.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Humor'/><title type='text'>Hymn #365</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A minister was completing a temperance sermon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With great emphasis he said, 'If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With even greater emphasis he said, 'And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he said, 'And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I'd take it and pour it into the river.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With his sermon complete, he sat down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song leader stood very cautiously nearly laughing and with a smile announced, "Our closing song will be Hymn #365, Shall We Gather at the River."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-4524421234885411633?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/4524421234885411633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=4524421234885411633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/4524421234885411633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/4524421234885411633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/hymn-365.html' title='Hymn #365'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7007035651251688429</id><published>2009-07-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:37:08.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Humor'/><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>On the first day,&lt;br /&gt;God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day,&lt;br /&gt;God created the monkey and said:'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day,&lt;br /&gt;God created the cow and said:'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years... How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day,&lt;br /&gt;God created humans and said:'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'But the human said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it. 'So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves ... For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family ... For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren ... And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.  There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I'm doing it as a public service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7007035651251688429?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7007035651251688429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7007035651251688429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7007035651251688429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7007035651251688429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/07/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-1657706820747767735</id><published>2009-06-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:25:28.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION</title><content type='html'>The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage.. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-1657706820747767735?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/1657706820747767735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=1657706820747767735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/1657706820747767735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/1657706820747767735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/06/new-preamble-to-constitution.html' title='NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-7594700089257916096</id><published>2009-06-21T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:46:10.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proofreading is a dying art, wouldn't you say?</title><content type='html'>"Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;This one I caught in the SGV Tribune the other day and called the Editorial Room and asked who wrote this. It took two or three readings before the editor realized that what he was reading was impossible!!! They put in a correction the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't help but sending this along. Too funny..&lt;br /&gt;Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says&lt;br /&gt;No crap, really? Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers&lt;br /&gt;Now that's taking things a bit far!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over&lt;br /&gt;What a guy!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Miners Refuse to Work after Death&lt;br /&gt;No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-so's!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant&lt;br /&gt;See if that works any better than a fair trial!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;War Dims Hope for Peace&lt;br /&gt;I can see where it might have that effect!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile&lt;br /&gt;Ya think?!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide&lt;br /&gt;They may be on to something!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges&lt;br /&gt;You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge&lt;br /&gt;He probably IS the battery charge!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group&lt;br /&gt;Weren't they fat enough?!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft&lt;br /&gt;That's what he gets for eating those beans!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kids Make Nutritious Snacks&lt;br /&gt;Do they taste like chicken?&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half&lt;br /&gt;Chainsaw Massacre all over again!&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors&lt;br /&gt;Boy, are they tall!&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is.....&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I read that right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-7594700089257916096?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/7594700089257916096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=7594700089257916096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7594700089257916096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/7594700089257916096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/06/proofreading-is-dying-art-wouldnt-you.html' title='Proofreading is a dying art, wouldn&apos;t you say?'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498354138982038617.post-5154805132601986982</id><published>2009-06-05T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:09:54.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 C's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;COWS&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the madcow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Canadaalmost three years ago, right to the s tall where she slept in the stateof Washington? And, they tracked her calves to their stalls. But theyare unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around ourcountry. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;THE CONSTITUTION&lt;br /&gt;They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq .... Why don'twe just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, ithas worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;THE 10 COMMANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments posted in acourthouse or Congress is this -- you cannot post 'Thou Shalt Not Steal''Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' and 'Thou Shall Not Lie' in a buildingfull of lawyers, judges and politicians ... it creates a hostile workenvironment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498354138982038617-5154805132601986982?l=spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/feeds/5154805132601986982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498354138982038617&amp;postID=5154805132601986982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/5154805132601986982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498354138982038617/posts/default/5154805132601986982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spamfromfam.slowdayatwork.com/2009/06/3-cs.html' title='The 3 C&apos;s'/><author><name>Just a Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519358065751973850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15102891510700062710'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>