<?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-16685023</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Some???</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-6698352404111782838</id><published>2007-07-08T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:39:20.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>A young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped. Furthermore she kept staring at him. &lt;br /&gt;She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him and said, "I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's just that you look so much like my late son." &lt;br /&gt;He answered, "That's okay." &lt;br /&gt;"I know it's silly, but if you'd call out "Good bye, Mom" as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy." &lt;br /&gt;She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her way out of the store, the man called out, "Goodbye, Mom." &lt;br /&gt;The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him. &lt;br /&gt;Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's day, he went to pay for his groceries.&lt;br /&gt;"That comes to $121.85," said the clerk. &lt;br /&gt;"How come so much ... I only bought 5 items.."&lt;br /&gt; The clerk replied, "Yeah, but your Mother said you'd be paying for her things, too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-6698352404111782838?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6698352404111782838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=6698352404111782838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/6698352404111782838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/6698352404111782838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2007/07/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-114224586512287426</id><published>2006-03-13T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T02:31:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Husband</title><content type='html'>Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk. Everyone else in he room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it's me! Are you at the club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I'm at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2005 models. I saw one I really liked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "$65,000"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the o! ptions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing, the house we wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer, but just offer $900,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Bye, I love you, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are looking at him in astonishment. Then he smiles and asks: "Anyone know whose phone this is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-114224586512287426?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/114224586512287426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=114224586512287426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/114224586512287426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/114224586512287426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-husband.html' title='The Good Husband'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-114090002594719589</id><published>2006-02-25T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T12:43:17.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarming Statistics</title><content type='html'>(A) The number of doctors in the U.S. is 700,000&lt;br /&gt;(B) Accidental deaths caused by physicians per year are 120,000&lt;br /&gt;(C) Accidental deaths per physician is 17.14%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics courtesy of the U.S. Dept. of Health &amp; Human Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;Guns:&lt;br /&gt;(A) The number of gun owners in the U.S. is 80,000,000 (yes that's 80 million)&lt;br /&gt;(B) The number of accidental gun deaths per year is 1,500&lt;br /&gt;(C) The number of accidental deaths per gun owner is 0.001875%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics courtesy of the FBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, guns don't kill people, doctors do.&lt;br /&gt;FACT: NOT EVERYONE HAS A GUN, BUT ALMOST EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST ONE DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please alert your friends to this alarming threat. We must ban doctors before this gets completely out of hand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of concern for the public at large  I have withheld statistics on lawyers for fear the shock would cause people to panic and seek medical attention!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-114090002594719589?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/114090002594719589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=114090002594719589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/114090002594719589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/114090002594719589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/02/alarming-statistics.html' title='Alarming Statistics'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113943698948042165</id><published>2006-02-08T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:16:29.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Bills Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113943698948042165?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113943698948042165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113943698948042165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113943698948042165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113943698948042165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-bills-please.html' title='No Bills Please'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113823559425291026</id><published>2006-01-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:33:14.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pick-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/MyPickup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/MyPickup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113823559425291026?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113823559425291026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113823559425291026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113823559425291026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113823559425291026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/01/nice-pick-up.html' title='Nice Pick-up'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-113726688057177587</id><published>2006-01-14T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:28:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/RedneckPicnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/RedneckPicnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113726688057177587?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113726688057177587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113726688057177587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113726688057177587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113726688057177587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/01/mobile-picnic.html' title='Mobile Picnic'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113633199522647356</id><published>2006-01-03T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:47:25.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this in Mexico</title><content type='html'>If you are ready for the adventure of a lifetime, TRY THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Mexico illegally. Never mind immigration quotas, visas, international law, or any of that nonsense. Once there, demand that the local government provide free medical care for you and your entire family. Demand bilingual nurses and doctors. Demand free bilingual local government forms, bulletins, etc. Procreate abundantly. Deflect any criticism of this allegedly irresponsible reproductive behavior with, "It is a cultural USA thing. You would not understand, pal." Keep your American identity strong. Fly Old Glory from your rooftop, or proudly display it in your front window or on your car bumper. Speak only English at home and in public and insist that your children do likewise. Demand classes on American culture in the Mexican school system. Demand a local Mexican driver license. This will afford other legal rights and will go far to legitimize your unauthorized, illegal presence in Mexico. Drive around with no liability insurance and ignore local traffic laws. Insist that local Mexican law enforcement teach English to all its officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113633199522647356?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113633199522647356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113633199522647356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113633199522647356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113633199522647356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2006/01/try-this-in-mexico.html' title='Try this in Mexico'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113534175499416551</id><published>2005-12-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T04:42:35.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Ponder</title><content type='html'>1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?&lt;br /&gt;3. If  a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;4. If  Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why do we say something is out of whack?  What is a whack?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why does "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why do "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?&lt;br /&gt;9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?&lt;br /&gt;11. Why is it called "after dark" when it really is "after light"?&lt;br /&gt;12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?&lt;br /&gt;13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?&lt;br /&gt;14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?&lt;br /&gt;15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?&lt;br /&gt;17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?&lt;br /&gt;19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?&lt;br /&gt;20. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?&lt;br /&gt;21. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?&lt;br /&gt;22. How come abbreviated is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;23. Why do we wash bath towels?  Aren't we clean when we use them?&lt;br /&gt;24. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;25. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?&lt;br /&gt;26. Why do we drive on a parkway and park in a driveway??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113534175499416551?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113534175499416551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113534175499416551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113534175499416551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113534175499416551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things to Ponder'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-113472680508025375</id><published>2005-12-16T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:53:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carols for the Psychologically Challenged</title><content type='html'>1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Queens Disoriented Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Amnesia --- I Don't Know if I'll be Home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets  and  Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees  and  Fire  Hydrants and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an  Open  Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Full Personality Disorder-- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry,  I'm  Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll tell You Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ---Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,  Jingle  Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle  Bells, Jingle Bells ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Agoraphobia --- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn't  Leave  My House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Senile Dementia --- Walking in a Winter Wonderland Miles From My House  in My Slippers and Robe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Oppositional Defiant Disorder --- I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus  So  I  Burned Down the House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Social Anxiety Disorder --- Have Yourself a Merry Little  Christmas  while I Sit Here and Hyperventilate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113472680508025375?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113472680508025375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113472680508025375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113472680508025375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113472680508025375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-carols-for-psychologically.html' title='Christmas Carols for the Psychologically Challenged'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113422093843405695</id><published>2005-12-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T05:24:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>A man is stumbling through the woods, totally drunk, when he&lt;br /&gt;comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river. He proceeds to walk into the water and subsequently bumps into the preacher. The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, whereupon he asks the drunk, "Are you ready to find Jesus?" The drunk answers, "Yes, I am." So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water. He pulls him up and asks the drunk, "Brother have you found Jesus? "The drunk replies, "No, I haven't found Jesus." The preacher shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water again for a little longer. He again pulls him out of the water and asks again, "Have you found Jesus my brother?" The drunk again answers, "No, I haven't found Jesus." By this time the preacher is at his wits end and dunks the drunk in the water again --- but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds and when he begins kicking his arms and legs he pulls him up. The preacher again asks the drunk, "For the love of God have you found Jesus?" The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says , "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113422093843405695?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113422093843405695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113422093843405695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113422093843405695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113422093843405695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/12/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-113389817773971888</id><published>2005-12-06T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:44:12.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Priests</title><content type='html'>Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a straight row, totally nude, in a garden while a sexy, beautiful, big breasted, nude model danced before them. Each priest had a small bell attached to his weenie and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity. The beautiful model danced before the first candidate  with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to the final priest, Carlos. Poor Carlos. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that if flew off, clattering across the ground and laid to rest in nearby foliage. Embarrassed, Carlos quickly scrambled to where the bell came to rest. He bent over to pick it up......&lt;br /&gt;Then all the other bells started to ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113389817773971888?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113389817773971888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113389817773971888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113389817773971888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113389817773971888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/12/12-priests.html' title='12 Priests'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-113330674065809277</id><published>2005-11-29T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:58:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding</title><content type='html'>While she was "flying" down the road yesterday (10 miles over the limit) a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side lying in wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, "What's your hurry?" To which she replied, "I'm late for work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a rectum stretcher," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a rectum stretcher do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well", she said, "I start by inserting one finger, then work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in I work from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely stretch, until it's about 6 feet wide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Ticket $95.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court Costs $45.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Look on the Cop's Face... PRICELESS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113330674065809277?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113330674065809277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113330674065809277&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113330674065809277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113330674065809277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/speeding.html' title='Speeding'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113240371144665254</id><published>2005-11-19T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T04:37:40.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Remarry?</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the wife looks over at him and asks the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, I'm sure she'd want her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: -- silence --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "sh*t."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113240371144665254?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113240371144665254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113240371144665254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113240371144665254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113240371144665254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/would-you-remarry.html' title='Would You Remarry?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113188580014961538</id><published>2005-11-13T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:43:20.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is It?</title><content type='html'>Two elderly women were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel noticed something funny about Mabel's ear and she said, '"Mabel, do you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel answered,  "I have a suppository in my ear?"  She pulled it out and stared at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said,  "Ethel, I'm glad you saw this thing. Now I think I know where to find my hearing aid."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113188580014961538?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113188580014961538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113188580014961538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113188580014961538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113188580014961538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-is-it.html' title='Where Is It?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113170301344118272</id><published>2005-11-11T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:56:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wishes</title><content type='html'>A couple went golfing one day at a very exclusive course lined with million dollar homes. On the third tee, the husband cautioned, "Honey, be careful when you drive. If we break one of those windows it'll cost us a fortune to repair". Of course, she tee'd off and promptly shanked it right through the window of the biggest house on the course. The husband cringed, "I warned you to watch out! Now we'll have to go up there and apologize and see how much that lousy drive is going to cost us."  They walked up, knocked on the door, and a warm voice said,  "Come on in."  When they opened the door they saw glass all over the place and a broken antique bottle lying on its side near the broken window.  A man reclining on the couch asked,  "Are you the people that broke the window?"  "Uh yeah, we're sure sorry about that" the husband replied.  "Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you. You see, I'm a genie, and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you've released me,  I'm allowed to grant three wishes. I'll give you each one wish, and I'll keep the last one for myself."  "Wow, that's great!" the husband said.  He pondered a moment and blurted out, "I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life." "No problem", said the genie, "You've got it,  it's the least I can do."  "And now you, young lady, what do you want?" the genie asked.  "I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world" she said. "Consider it done." the genie said.  "And now," the couple both asked in unison, "what's your wish, genie?"  "Well,  since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a woman in a thousand years,  my wish is to have sex with your wife." The husband looked at his wife and said, "Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all those houses. What do you think?" She mulled it over for a few moments and said, "You know, you're right. Considering all that, I guess I wouldn't mind." The genie and the woman went upstairs where he ravished her for the rest of the afternoon. Both satisfied each other repeatedly, and afterwards, the genie rolled over and looked at the wife and asked, "How old are you and your husband?"  "Why, we're both 35" she responded breathlessly. "No shit! Thirty-five years old and both of you still believe in genies?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113170301344118272?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113170301344118272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113170301344118272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113170301344118272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113170301344118272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-wishes.html' title='Three Wishes'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113144229531010375</id><published>2005-11-08T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:31:35.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Medicine</title><content type='html'>A woman walks into a pharmacy and said she wanted to purchase some cyanide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist said, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then explained she needed it to poison her husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pharmacist's eyes got big, and he said,  "Lord, have mercy.  I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law!  I'll lose my license, they'll throw both of us in jail, and all kinds of bad things will happen!  Absolutely not,  you can NOT have any cyanide!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady  reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and  replied,  "Well now, you didn't tell me you had a prescription.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113144229531010375?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113144229531010375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113144229531010375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113144229531010375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113144229531010375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-your-medicine.html' title='Take Your Medicine'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113120197380407530</id><published>2005-11-05T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T06:46:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>1975: Long hair&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Longing for hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: KEG&lt;br /&gt; 2005: EKG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Acid rock&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Acid reflux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Moving to California because it's cool&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Moving to Arizona because it's warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Seeds and stems&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Fiber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Hoping for a BMW&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Hoping for a BM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Going to a new, hip joint&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Receiving a new hip joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Kidney Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Being called into the principal's office&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Calling the principal's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Screw the system&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Upgrade the system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Disco&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Costco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Parents begging you to get your hair cut&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Children begging you to get their heads shaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Passing the drivers' test&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Passing the vision test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1975: Whatever&lt;br /&gt; 2005: Depends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113120197380407530?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113120197380407530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113120197380407530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113120197380407530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113120197380407530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113098503465450359</id><published>2005-11-02T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:31:37.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><content type='html'>I will seek and find you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take you to bed and have my way with you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you ache, shake &amp; sweat until you moan &amp;amp; groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you. And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;The Flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113098503465450359?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113098503465450359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113098503465450359&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113098503465450359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113098503465450359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113075732673654257</id><published>2005-10-31T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:15:26.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy Something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/restroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/restroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113075732673654257?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113075732673654257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113075732673654257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113075732673654257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113075732673654257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-spy-something.html' title='I Spy Something...'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113049049962077480</id><published>2005-10-28T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T02:08:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Dead Women</title><content type='html'>Two women are new arrivals at the pearly gates and are comparing stories on how they died:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: I froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: How horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: So what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman 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 all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st woman: Too bad you didn't look in the freezer -- we'd both still be alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113049049962077480?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113049049962077480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113049049962077480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113049049962077480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113049049962077480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/two-dead-women.html' title='Two Dead Women'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-113031783740314687</id><published>2005-10-26T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:11:57.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Getting Very Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/priceless221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/priceless221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting your ass used as a foreign object holder: No charge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113031783740314687?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113031783740314687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113031783740314687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113031783740314687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113031783740314687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-getting-very-sleepy.html' title='You&apos;re Getting Very Sleepy'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-113016499512576992</id><published>2005-10-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:43:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/handjob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/handjob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they wash your car too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-113016499512576992?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/113016499512576992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=113016499512576992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113016499512576992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/113016499512576992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/bonus.html' title='Bonus'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112993038704991818</id><published>2005-10-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:33:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/privateproperty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/privateproperty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you need to replace that old worn out "Beware of Dog" sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112993038704991818?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112993038704991818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112993038704991818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112993038704991818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112993038704991818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112985067460747607</id><published>2005-10-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:30:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/Stickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/Stickers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112985067460747607?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112985067460747607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112985067460747607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112985067460747607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112985067460747607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112976796152206674</id><published>2005-10-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:26:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/streetsigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/streetsigns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That must be one slippery intersection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112976796152206674?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112976796152206674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112976796152206674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112976796152206674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112976796152206674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-signs.html' title='More Signs'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112963809642840701</id><published>2005-10-18T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:21:36.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Holiday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/waxbeaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/waxbeaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What better way to commemorate it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112963809642840701?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112963809642840701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112963809642840701&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112963809642840701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112963809642840701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-holiday.html' title='Another Holiday....'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112942543040053393</id><published>2005-10-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:17:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Ways to Keep Your Insanity</title><content type='html'>1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "IN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for smuggling diamonds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't use any punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat - with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won! I won!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot yelling, "run for your lives, they're loose!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell your children over dinner "due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112942543040053393?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112942543040053393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112942543040053393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112942543040053393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112942543040053393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/19-ways-to-keep-your-insanity.html' title='19 Ways to Keep Your Insanity'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112933164893665199</id><published>2005-10-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:00:07.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fence</title><content type='html'>An old couple is dining at their favorite tavern when the husband leans over and asks his wife, "Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind this very tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, she says, "I remember it well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," he says, "How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Charlie, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but very good idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a police officer sitting in the next booth listening to all this and having a chuckle to himself. He thinks, "I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he follows them. They walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for support, aided by walking sticks. Finally they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in. Suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the watching policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about forty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they both collapse panting on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life that he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman, still watching, thinks this was truly amazing. I've got to ask them what their secret is. As the couple passes, he says to them, "Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says, "Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112933164893665199?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112933164893665199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112933164893665199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112933164893665199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112933164893665199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/fence.html' title='The Fence'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112924352420267616</id><published>2005-10-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:45:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/toiletsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/toiletsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try the world's first drive thru bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112924352420267616?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112924352420267616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112924352420267616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112924352420267616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112924352420267616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/gotta-go.html' title='Gotta Go?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112915572840156310</id><published>2005-10-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:24:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Checking Account</title><content type='html'>A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the woman at the window, "I want to open a damn checking account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon, sir. I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up, damn it.  I said I want to open a damn checking account now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry sir but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank." The teller leaves the window and goes over to the bank manager to inform him of her situation. The manager agrees that the teller does not have to listen to that foul language. They both return to the window and the manager asks the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no damn problem, " the man says. "I just won $200 milion bucks in the damn lottery and I want to put my damn money in this damn bank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see", says the manager, "and is this bitch giving you a hard time?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112915572840156310?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112915572840156310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112915572840156310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112915572840156310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112915572840156310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-checking-account.html' title='Damn Checking Account'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112913229410538924</id><published>2005-10-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:52:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/intercourse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/intercourse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm...maybe a quick detour on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112913229410538924?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112913229410538924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112913229410538924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112913229410538924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112913229410538924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-stop.html' title='Next Stop'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112906664162448419</id><published>2005-10-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:37:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/xwhateveryofficeneeds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/xwhateveryofficeneeds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just substitute your favorite beverage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112906664162448419?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112906664162448419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112906664162448419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112906664162448419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112906664162448419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/office-cheer.html' title='Office Cheer'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112894257062359581</id><published>2005-10-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T04:10:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Become More Efficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have managers  that would love this idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112894257062359581?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112894257062359581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112894257062359581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112894257062359581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112894257062359581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/become-more-efficient.html' title='Become More Efficient'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112885981963855155</id><published>2005-10-09T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:10:19.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-worker Messing With You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/officeaprilfool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/officeaprilfool2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a fun way to return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112885981963855155?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112885981963855155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112885981963855155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112885981963855155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112885981963855155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/co-worker-messing-with-you.html' title='Co-worker Messing With You?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112877557357794667</id><published>2005-10-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T05:46:14.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/jobsucks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/jobsucks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when you thought you had a crappy job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112877557357794667?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112877557357794667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112877557357794667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112877557357794667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112877557357794667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-work.html' title='Nice Work!'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112856995505598819</id><published>2005-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:40:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2029 Headlines</title><content type='html'>Ozone created by electric cars now killing millions in the seventh largest country in the world, Mexifornia, formally known as California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White minorities still trying to have English recognized as Mexifornia's third language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Owl plague threatens northwestern United States crops and livestock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby conceived naturally. Scientists stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple petitions court to reinstate Heterosexual marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last remaining Fundamentalist Muslim dies in the American Territory of the Middle East (formerly known as Iran, Syria, Afghanistan, and Lebanon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq still closed off - Physicists estimate it will take at least 10 more years before radioactivity decreases to safe levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France pleads for global help after being taken over by Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castro finally dies at age 112. Cuban cigars can now be imported legally, but President Chelsea Clinton has banned all smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Z. Bush says he will run for President in 2036.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postal Service raises price of first class stamp to $17.89 and reduces mail delivery to Wednesdays only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85-year, $75.8 billion study: Diet and Exercise is the key to weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average weight of Americans drops to 250 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts executes last remaining conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Court rules punishment of criminals violates their civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average height of NBA players now nine feet, seven inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New federal law requires that all nail clippers, screwdrivers, fly swatters and rolled-up newspapers must be registered by January 2036.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress authorizes direct deposit of formerly illegal political contributions to campaign accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitol Hill intern indicted for refusing to have sex with congressman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRS sets lowest tax rate at 75 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida voters still having trouble with voting machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112856995505598819?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112856995505598819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112856995505598819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112856995505598819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112856995505598819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/year-2029-headlines.html' title='Year 2029 Headlines'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112842337931341184</id><published>2005-10-04T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T03:56:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/dickcleaners1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/dickcleaners1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, in case it's dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112842337931341184?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112842337931341184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112842337931341184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112842337931341184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112842337931341184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/bring-it-here.html' title='Bring It Here'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112833912164441188</id><published>2005-10-03T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:03:14.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/DieselFriedChicken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/DieselFriedChicken2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Undoubtedly the leading cause of gas in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112833912164441188?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112833912164441188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112833912164441188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112833912164441188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112833912164441188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/10/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112810837301691065</id><published>2005-09-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:26:13.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H2O Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/urinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/urinal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you remember the  sign about water on the road from a few days ago, here is some more obvious information about the wet stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112810837301691065?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112810837301691065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112810837301691065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112810837301691065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112810837301691065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/h2o-again.html' title='H2O Again'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112808498027097985</id><published>2005-09-30T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:56:20.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/baitsandwich21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/baitsandwich21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How hungry do you have to be to eat one of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112808498027097985?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112808498027097985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112808498027097985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112808498027097985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112808498027097985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-eats.html' title='Good Eats'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112803407634785503</id><published>2005-09-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:47:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Names These Places?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bonelick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bonelick2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you suppose goes on in this park?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112803407634785503?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112803407634785503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112803407634785503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112803407634785503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112803407634785503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-names-these-places.html' title='Who Names These Places?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112799519321820112</id><published>2005-09-29T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T04:59:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fine Vacation Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/dildocity2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/dildocity2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imagine all the fun you can have when visiting here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112799519321820112?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112799519321820112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112799519321820112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112799519321820112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112799519321820112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-fine-vacation-spot.html' title='Another Fine Vacation Spot'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112790445323843216</id><published>2005-09-28T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:47:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/megaflicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/megaflicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If only this wasn't just a poor choice of fonts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112790445323843216?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112790445323843216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112790445323843216&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112790445323843216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112790445323843216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/mega-what.html' title='Mega What?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112781842681363214</id><published>2005-09-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T03:53:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/wateronroadsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/wateronroadsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112781842681363214?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112781842681363214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112781842681363214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112781842681363214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112781842681363214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/duh.html' title='Duh!'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112767959135551942</id><published>2005-09-25T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:19:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/Eerhair21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/Eerhair21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He should really braid them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112767959135551942?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112767959135551942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112767959135551942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112767959135551942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112767959135551942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/ear-hair.html' title='Ear Hair'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112757990100462637</id><published>2005-09-24T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:38:21.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More It's Jim</title><content type='html'>Another one of my favorite blogs, &lt;a href="http://www.its-jim.blogspot.com"&gt;It's Jim&lt;/a&gt;, has closed up shop.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to see you go Jim. You were a source of many chuckles over the short time since I found your site.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112757990100462637?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112757990100462637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112757990100462637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112757990100462637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112757990100462637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-more-its-jim.html' title='No More It&apos;s Jim'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112750301624111186</id><published>2005-09-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:16:56.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bigdicksresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bigdicksresort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dick is everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112750301624111186?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112750301624111186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112750301624111186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112750301624111186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112750301624111186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-directions.html' title='More Directions'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112743099257894987</id><published>2005-09-22T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:16:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need for Viagra Here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bonerranch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bonerranch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....or is this where they make the stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112743099257894987?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112743099257894987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112743099257894987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112743099257894987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112743099257894987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-need-for-viagra-here.html' title='No Need for Viagra Here....'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112741033724925884</id><published>2005-09-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:32:17.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bearsinwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bearsinwoods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally an answer to the fabled question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112741033724925884?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112741033724925884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112741033724925884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112741033724925884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112741033724925884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/bears.html' title='Bears'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112738660752748554</id><published>2005-09-22T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T05:03:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bloodydick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bloodydick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like this place is in Montana and is in or near the Beaverhead District. How convenient. I'm sure there is some logical explanation for the names but it still made me chuckle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112738660752748554?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112738660752748554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112738660752748554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112738660752748554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112738660752748554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112732936948850731</id><published>2005-09-21T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T12:02:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/lick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/lick2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since DB brought it up today I thought this seemed appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112732936948850731?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112732936948850731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112732936948850731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112732936948850731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112732936948850731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/lick-it.html' title='Lick It'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112730520720030528</id><published>2005-09-21T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T05:20:07.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/liquid-ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/liquid-ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is sure to be the "must have" product of the century. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.liquidass.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112730520720030528?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112730520720030528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112730520720030528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112730520720030528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112730520720030528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/liquid-ass.html' title='Liquid Ass'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112721517028707515</id><published>2005-09-20T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:19:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/bigpussy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/bigpussy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK,  so I'm back on the animal theme but you have to admit that is a big cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112721517028707515?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112721517028707515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112721517028707515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112721517028707515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112721517028707515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-pussy.html' title='Big Pussy'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112721314268207175</id><published>2005-09-20T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T03:45:42.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/sonicboom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/sonicboom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out this amazing photo of an F/A-18 Hornet as it breaks the sound barrier. Ensign John Gay, photo officer for Fighter Squadron Two , took the shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112721314268207175?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112721314268207175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112721314268207175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112721314268207175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112721314268207175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/sonic-boom.html' title='Sonic Boom'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112717245336319244</id><published>2005-09-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:27:33.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/viagra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/viagra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To move away from the animal theme for now here is another piece of spam I seem to get at least 4 times a day. Trust me I don't need any of these products. Notice the last one listed is called Viagra Soft..Isn't that sort of an oxymoron?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112717245336319244?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112717245336319244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112717245336319244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112717245336319244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112717245336319244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/viagra.html' title='Viagra'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112713483077859499</id><published>2005-09-19T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:00:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Snake Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/SnakeNose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/SnakeNose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder why this person's eyes are tearing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112713483077859499?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112713483077859499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112713483077859499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112713483077859499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112713483077859499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-snake-tricks.html' title='Crazy Snake Tricks'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112704622727688774</id><published>2005-09-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T05:23:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Big One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/GiantSnake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/GiantSnake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate snakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112704622727688774?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112704622727688774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112704622727688774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112704622727688774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112704622727688774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-big-one.html' title='Another Big One'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112696383432121484</id><published>2005-09-17T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T06:30:34.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a Big One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/GiantFish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/GiantFish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112696383432121484?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112696383432121484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112696383432121484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112696383432121484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112696383432121484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-big-one.html' title='That&apos;s a Big One'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112686330886360171</id><published>2005-09-16T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:35:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/FloridaVacation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/400/FloridaVacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What was this guy thinking when he left home? (Assuming it's a guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/FloridaVacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112686330886360171?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112686330886360171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112686330886360171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112686330886360171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112686330886360171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-pretty.html' title='Not Pretty'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112682868559154904</id><published>2005-09-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:58:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DEMOCRAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;You know life is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPUBLICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor has none.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOCIALIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMUNIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The government seizes both and provides you with milk.&lt;br /&gt;You wait in line for hours to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It is expensive and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the&lt;br /&gt;other, and then pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised&lt;br /&gt;when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating&lt;br /&gt;you have downsized and are reducing expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Your stock goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go to lunch and drink wine.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and&lt;br /&gt;produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.&lt;br /&gt;Most are at the top of their class at cow school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent&lt;br /&gt;quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows but you don't know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some more vodka..&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The Russian Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really&lt;br /&gt;have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALIBAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.&lt;br /&gt;You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature' private parts.&lt;br /&gt;You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to&lt;br /&gt;milk production but use the money to buy weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;They send radio tapes of their mooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLISH CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two bulls.&lt;br /&gt;Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELGIAN CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have one cow.&lt;br /&gt;The cow is schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.&lt;br /&gt;The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.&lt;br /&gt;The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.&lt;br /&gt;The cow asks permission to be cut in half.&lt;br /&gt;The cow dies happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a black cow and a brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone votes for the best looking one.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote&lt;br /&gt;for the black one.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for both.&lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for neither.&lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is&lt;br /&gt;the best-looking cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALIFORNIA CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have millions of cows.&lt;br /&gt;They make real California cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Only five speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Most are illegals.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112682868559154904?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112682868559154904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112682868559154904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112682868559154904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112682868559154904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/cow-politics.html' title='Cow Politics'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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-16685023.post-112671733266262978</id><published>2005-09-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:07:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University Diplomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/delicti1.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/delicti1.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/delicti.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a spam favorite.&lt;br /&gt;I would swear that some of my co-workers received their degrees this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112671733266262978?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112671733266262978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112671733266262978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112671733266262978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112671733266262978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/university-diplomas.html' title='University Diplomas'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112663900605710257</id><published>2005-09-13T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T05:07:44.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Evolution of Teaching Math &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While purchasing a Burger at Burger King for $1.58 the countergirl took a mans $2 and he was digging for change when he pulled 8 cents from his pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. He sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give him two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this relevant? Because of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching Math in 1950&lt;/strong&gt; -A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is4/5 of the price. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching Math In 1960&lt;/strong&gt; -A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching Math In 1970&lt;/strong&gt; -A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is$80. Did he make a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching Math In 1980&lt;/strong&gt; -A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is$80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching Math In 1990 and beyond&lt;/strong&gt; -A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112663900605710257?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112663900605710257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112663900605710257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112663900605710257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112663900605710257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16685023.post-112662048382355957</id><published>2005-09-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T05:28:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/1600/birds.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2397/494/320/birds.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is AMAZING! Until now I never fully understood how to tell the difference between male and female birds. I always thought it had to be determined surgically... until now.&lt;br /&gt;Which of the two birds is a female?&lt;br /&gt;Above are two birds. Study them closely......... See if you can spot which of the two is the female.&lt;br /&gt;It can be done.....even by someone with limited bird watching skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16685023-112662048382355957?l=howaboutsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/feeds/112662048382355957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16685023&amp;postID=112662048382355957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112662048382355957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16685023/posts/default/112662048382355957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howaboutsome.blogspot.com/2005/09/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>SD27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09814505085681306279</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
