<?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-7057116</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:36:24.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda's Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'>Little bits of humor served daily.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1059</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-107911656040027983</id><published>2008-02-11T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:14:11.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A young man visiting a dude ranch wanted to be        "Macho," and went out walking with one of the hired        hands. Walking through the barnyard, the visitor tried        starting a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Say, look at that big bunch of cows."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The hired hand replied, "Not 'bunch,' but 'herd.' "&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Heard what?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Herd of cows."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Sure, I've heard of cows. There's a big bunch of 'em        right over there." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A woman in my office who had recently           divorced after years of marriage, signed up           for a refresher CPR course.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Is it hard to learn?" someone asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Not at all," my co-worker replied.           "Basically you're asked to breathe life into           a dummy. I don't expect to have any problem.           I did that for 12 years." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A blonde is taking the driving portion of her        driver's license exam. She handles most of the maneuvers        quite well. She has a little trouble parallel parking,        however, and winds up a couple of feet from the curb.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Could you get a little closer?" the examiner asks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The blonde then unbuckles her seat belt and slides over        toward the examiner. "Now what?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ordinarily he was              insane, but he had lucid moments              when he was merely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Heinrich Heine&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;021108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-107911656040027983?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/107911656040027983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=107911656040027983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/107911656040027983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/107911656040027983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/mondays-laughter-young-man-visiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4507930644045419628</id><published>2008-02-10T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:42:33.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When we put our house up for sale, I stressed        emphatically that my sons make their beds each morning.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I left for work before they left for school, and I        wanted to be sure that the house looked presentable when        the agent showed it to prospective buyers.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I was surprised and impressed that my 15-year-old son's        bed was perfectly made each day. Until that is, one        night when I went into his room, I discovered his        secret...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He was fast asleep on the floor in his sleeping bag! &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A Sunday School teacher began her lesson           with a question. "Boys and girls, what do we           know about God?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A hand shot up in the air. "He is an           artist!" said the kindergarten boy.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Really?! How do you know?" the teacher           asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "You know - 'Our Father, who does art in           Heaven..."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A rich man went to his vicar and said, "I want you        and your wife to take a three-month trip to the Holy        Land at my expense. When you come back, I'll have a        surprise for you". The vicar accepted the offer, and he        and his wife went off to the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Three months later they returned home and were met by        the wealthy parishioner, who told them that while they        were gone, he had had a new church built. "It's the        finest building money can buy, vicar," said the man. "No        expense was spared." And he was right. It was a        magnificent edifice both outside and in.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      But there was one striking difference. There was only        one pew, and it was at the very back. "A church with        only one pew?" asked the vicar.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You just wait until Sunday," the rich man said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When the time came for the Sunday service, the early        arrivals entered the church, filed onto the one pew and        sat down. When the pew was full, a switch clicked        silently, a circuit closed, the gears meshed, a belt        moved and, automatically, the rear pew began to move        forward. When it reached the front of the church, it        came to a stop. At the same time, another empty pew came        up from below at the back and more people sat down. And        so it continued, pews filling and moving forwards until        finally the church was full, from front to back.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Wonderful!" said the vicar, "Marvelous!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The service began, and the vicar started to preach his        sermon. He launched into his text and, when 12 o'clock        came, he was still going strong, with no end in sight.        Suddenly a bell rang, and a trap door in the floor        behind the pulpit dropped open.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Wonderful!" said the congregation, "Marvelous!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            There are two types of people--those             who come into a room and say, 'Well,             here I am!' and those who come in             and say, 'Ah, there you are.'&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Frederick L Collins&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;021008&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4507930644045419628?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4507930644045419628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4507930644045419628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4507930644045419628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4507930644045419628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-funnies-when-we-put-our-house-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2377139595771622417</id><published>2008-02-09T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:28:16.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;One day my housework-challenged husband decided to        wash his sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he        shouted to me, "What setting do I use on the washing        machine?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It depends," I replied. "What does it say on your        shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He yelled back, "University of Auburn." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A man told the ringmaster that he was           interested in joining the circus as a lion           tamer. The ringmaster asked if he had any           experience and the man said, "Why, yes. My           father was one of the most famous lion           tamers in the world, and he taught me           everything he knew."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Really?" said the ringmaster. "Did he teach           you how to make a lion jump through a           flaming hoop?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes he did," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "And did he teach you how to have six lions           form a pyramid?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes he did," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "And have you ever stuck your head in a           lion's mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Just once," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The ringmaster asked, "Why only once?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         And the man said, "I was looking for my           father."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The newly-married husband came home from the office        to find his young wife in floods of tears. "Darling,        whatever is the matter?" he asked her.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Sweetheart," she sobbed, "The most terrible thing has        happened! I cooked my very first Beef Bourguignon for        you, and when I got it out of the oven to season it, the        phone rang. When I came back from answering the phone,"        she sobbed again, "I found that the cat had eaten it!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Don't worry, darling," said her husband. "It's okay. We        can get a new cat tomorrow."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have a rock          garden. Last week three of them died.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Richard Diran&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020908&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2377139595771622417?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2377139595771622417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2377139595771622417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2377139595771622417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2377139595771622417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturdays-laughter-one-day-my-housework.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1794542467016972962</id><published>2008-02-08T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:51:02.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At a country-club party a young man was introduced to        an attractive girl. Immediately he began paying her        court and flattering her outrageously. The girl liked        the young man, but she was taken a bit aback by his fast        and ardent pitch. She was amazed when after 30 minutes        he seriously proposed marriage.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Look," she said. "We only met a half hour ago. How can        you be so sure? We know nothing about each other."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You're wrong," the young man declared.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "For the past 5 years I've been working in the bank        where your father has his account." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A couple moved to the country when they           retired. One mild winter, they had a bit of           a problem with rodents in the garage. So           they bought one of those little sub-sonic           mouse repellants, the kind you plug in and           they emit some kind of sound that drives off           mice. The husband was showing it to their           neighbor and explaining that it was an           animal repellant. He told her that it worked           on every thing from mice to elephants.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Really!?" she said, "Mice to elephants,           eh." sounding a bit skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes," he replied, seriously. "We've had it           here for a couple of weeks now and we           haven't had a single elephant in the garage           the whole time!" &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;In a misguided burst of creativity, I installed a        night-light into a conch shell I found on the beach. My        wife took an instant dislike to it, and at the next yard        sale, it was the first thing she put out.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I felt vindicated when a woman kept coming back to check        it out and finally bought it.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "That'll look great in your home," I said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," she replied. "It's not for me." My bridge club is        having a charity sale, and we were asked to bring the        most hideous thing we could find. What I have here is        the winner!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First things          first, but not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Doctor Who&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1794542467016972962?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1794542467016972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1794542467016972962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1794542467016972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1794542467016972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/fridays-laughter-at-country-club-party_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4321824712494786986</id><published>2008-02-06T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:20:36.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;During the local match, a spectator was surprised to        see a dog walk onto the pitch and start pitching,        eventually striking out the other all star team, and        scoring two home runs.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "That's incredible!" he exclaimed to the man next to        him.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes," he said, "but he's a terrible disappointment to        his parents. They wanted him to be a footballer."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A kangaroo kept getting out of his           enclosure at the zoo. Knowing that he could           hop high, the zoo officials put up a           ten-foot fence. He was out the next morning,           just sauntering around the zoo. A           twenty-foot fence was put up. Again he go           out.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         When the fence was forty feet high, a camel           in the next enclosure asked the kangaroo,           "How high do you think they'll go?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The kangaroo said, "About a thousand feet,           unless somebody locks the gate at night!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The tourist was admiring the Indian's necklace.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "What is it made of?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Alligator's teeth," the Indian replied.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I suppose," she said patronizingly, "that they mean as        much to you as pearls do to us."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh, no," he objected. "Anybody can open an oyster."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes I get         the feeling the whole world is against me, but deep         down I know that's not true. Some smaller countries         are neutral.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Robert Orben&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020708&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4321824712494786986?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4321824712494786986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4321824712494786986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4321824712494786986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4321824712494786986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/thursdays-laughter-during-local-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3078393041033926884</id><published>2008-02-05T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:26:09.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An expert on whales was telling friends about some of        the unusual findings he had made. "For instance," he        said, "some whales can communicate at a distance of 300        miles."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "What on earth would one whale say to another 300 miles        away?" asked a sarcastic member of the group.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm not absolutely sure," answered the expert, "but it        sounds something like 'Heeeeeeey! Can you hear me nowwww!?!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;During Susy's brother's wedding, her           mother managed to keep from crying until she           glanced at Susy's grandparents. Her           grandmother had reached over to her           grandfather's wheelchair and gently touched           his hand. That was all it took to start           Susy's mother's tears flowing.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         After the wedding, Susy's mom went over to           her grandmother and told her how that tender           gesture triggered her outburst.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Well, I'm sorry to ruin your moment,"           Grandmother replied, "but I was just           checking to see if he was still alive."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;For months Bill had been Lynn's devoted admirer. At        long last he had collected sufficient courage to ask her        the momentous question.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "There are quite a lot of advantages to being a        bachelor," Bill began, "but there comes a time when one        longs for the companionship of another being, a being        who will regard one as perfect, as an idol; whom one can        treat as one's absolute own; who will be kind and        faithful when times are hard; who will share one's joys        and sorrows."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      To his delight, Bill saw a sympathetic gleam in Lynn's        eyes. Then she nodded in agreement, "I think it's a        wonderful idea! Can I help you pick out a puppy?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To be great          is to be misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Ralph Waldo Emerson, An Essay on          Self-Reliance&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020508&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3078393041033926884?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3078393041033926884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3078393041033926884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3078393041033926884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3078393041033926884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesdays-laughter-expert-on-whales-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5619970447898850958</id><published>2008-02-04T05:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:35:20.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It was a typically busy day at the bank. After a        glance at the line of waiting customers, a        harried-looking man came up to the side counter and        demanded, "What do I have to do to change the address on        my account?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Without missing a beat, the clerk replied, "Move." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A group of Americans was traveling on a           bus tour through Holland.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         One of their stops was at a cheese farm, and           the young guide led them through the process           of making cheese out of goat's milk. The           tour ended with the guide showing the group           a lovely, lively hillside where many goats           were frolicking and grazing, explaining that           when the goats became too old to give milk,           they were put out to pasture.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "What do you do in America with your old           goats?" the guide inquired.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         One spry old gentleman in back spoke up,           "They send us on bus tours!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A group of young children were sitting in a circle        with their teacher. She was going around in turn asking        them all questions.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Davey, what sound does a cow make?" Davey replied, "It        goes 'moo'."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Alice, what sound does a cat make?" Alice said, "It        goes 'meow'."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Jamie, what sound does a lamb make?" Jamie said, "It        goes 'baaa'."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Jennifer, what sound does a mouse make?" Jennifer        paused, and said, "Uhh... it goes... 'click'!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Say what you will         about the Ten Commandments, you must always come         back to the pleasant fact that there are only ten of         them.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- H. L. Mencken&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020408&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5619970447898850958?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5619970447898850958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5619970447898850958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5619970447898850958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5619970447898850958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/mondays-laughter-it-was-typically-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1555274397914388826</id><published>2008-02-03T10:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:37:30.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;As the storm raged, the captain realized that his        ship was at her end and was sinking fast.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He pulled himself out onto the deck by his crew and        shouted, "Anyone here know how to pray?!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One man pulled himself forward through the wind, rain,        and over the rolling deck. "Aye, Cap'n, I know how to        pray!" he shouts.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Good!" yells back the captain. "You pray while the rest        of us put on our life jackets. We're one short!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A little boy named Bobby desperately           wanted a new bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         His plan was to save his nickels, dimes, and           quarters until he had enough to buy a sleek           new 10-speed bicycle. Each night he asked           God to help him save his money.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Kneeling beside his bed, he prayed, "Dear           Lord, please help me save my money for a new           bike, and please, Lord, don't let the ice           cream man come down the street again           tomorrow!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;On a recent tour of the Capitol Building in        Washington, D. C., our guide pointed out a tall,        benevolent-looking gentleman and informed us that he was        the Congressional Chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One of the ladies in our group asked, "What does the        Chaplain do? Does he pray for both the House and the        Senate?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No, ma'am," replied the tour guide. "He gets up in the        morning, looks at the assembled Congress, and prays for        the country!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life isn't          fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- William Goldman, "The Princess          Bride"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020308&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1555274397914388826?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1555274397914388826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1555274397914388826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1555274397914388826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1555274397914388826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-funnies-as-storm-raged-captain.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-8113570329552166847</id><published>2008-02-02T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:26:58.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;On her 15th birthday, my daughter opened a package        from her Mom and her sisters. Out came a beauty case        containing many samples of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Neat!" I exclaimed. "Your own tackle box!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      My wife calmly explained that it was NOT a tackle box,        it was a beauty kit. My daughter proceeded to open it up        and show us all the mascara, eye shadow, rouge, and        other cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      At this point I leaned over to my wife and whispered, "I        told you it was a tackle box. Just look at all those        lures."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A woman from New York was getting her           affairs in order. She prepared her will and           made her final arrangements. As part of           these arrangements she met with her pastor           to talk about what type of funeral service           she wanted, etc.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         She told her pastor she had two final           requests. First, she wanted to be cremated,           and second, she wanted her ashes scattered           over Bloomingdales.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Bloomingdales!" the pastor said. "Why           Bloomingdales?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "That way, I know my daughters will visit me           twice a week." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My parents have been married for almost 40 years.        Whenever anyone asks my Dad how they've stayed married        for so long, he claims they are compatible. They both        like to fight! He says that they have come to an        agreement on one thing...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He doesn't try to run her life, and he doesn't try to        run his.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cats are smarter              than dogs. You can't get eight              cats to pull a sled through              snow.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Jeff Valdez&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020208&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-8113570329552166847?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8113570329552166847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=8113570329552166847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8113570329552166847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8113570329552166847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturdays-laughter-on-her-15th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6405582324193120149</id><published>2008-02-01T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:46:15.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At a country-club party a young man was introduced to        an attractive girl. Immediately he began paying her        court and flattering her outrageously. The girl liked        the young man, but she was taken a bit aback by his fast        and ardent pitch. She was amazed when after 30 minutes        he seriously proposed marriage.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Look," she said. "We only met a half hour ago. How can        you be so sure? We know nothing about each other."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You're wrong," the young man declared.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "For the past 5 years I've been working in the bank        where your father has his account." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A couple moved to the country when they           retired. One mild winter, they had a bit of           a problem with rodents in the garage. So           they bought one of those little sub-sonic           mouse repellants, the kind you plug in and           they emit some kind of sound that drives off           mice. The husband was showing it to their           neighbor and explaining that it was an           animal repellant. He told her that it worked           on every thing from mice to elephants.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Really!?" she said, "Mice to elephants,           eh." sounding a bit skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes," he replied, seriously. "We've had it           here for a couple of weeks now and we           haven't had a single elephant in the garage           the whole time!" &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;In a misguided burst of creativity, I installed a        night-light into a conch shell I found on the beach. My        wife took an instant dislike to it, and at the next yard        sale, it was the first thing she put out.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I felt vindicated when a woman kept coming back to check        it out and finally bought it.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "That'll look great in your home," I said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," she replied. "It's not for me." My bridge club is        having a charity sale, and we were asked to bring the        most hideous thing we could find. What I have here is        the winner!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First things          first, but not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Doctor Who&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;020108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6405582324193120149?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6405582324193120149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6405582324193120149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6405582324193120149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6405582324193120149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/fridays-laughter-at-country-club-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7718575397039202538</id><published>2008-01-29T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:36:41.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I had moved to South Carolina from New York, and at        that time a vehicle inspection was required to register        my car. I was nervous; my car was in rough shape. I        thought of New York State's rigorous inspections. Any        number of problems might turn up that would be expensive        to fix. I drove down a country road and found a garage        that had an inspection sign. When I told the mechanic        what I needed, he circled the car, turned on the lights        and honked the horn. Then he attached a new sticker and        asked me for the three-dollar fee.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I was shocked. "Is that all you have to do?" I asked.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He answered, "Well, you drove it here, didn't you?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A lady on her first visit to Yellowstone           National Park said to her guide,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Look at all those big rocks. Wherever did           they come from?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "The glaciers brought them down," said the           guide.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "But where are the glaciers?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "The glaciers," said the guide in a weary           voice, "have gone back for more rocks."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Judi tried to sell her old car. She was having a lot        of problems selling it, because the car had 250,000        miles.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One day, she told her problem to a friend she worked        with at a salon. Her friend told her, "There is a        possibility to make the car easier to sell, but it's not        legal."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "That doesn't matter," replied Judi, "if only I can sell        the car."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Okay," said Judi's friend. "Here is the address of a        friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop. Tell him I        sent you and he will turn the counter in your car back        to 50,000 miles. Then it should not be a problem to sell        your car anymore."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The following weekend, Judi made the trip to the        mechanic. Two weeks later the friend asked Judi, "Did        you sell your car?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No," replied Judi, "why should I? It only has 50,000        miles on it!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;             &lt;b&gt;It isn't necessary to have              relatives in Kansas City in              order to be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;             -- Groucho Marx  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;013008&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7718575397039202538?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7718575397039202538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7718575397039202538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7718575397039202538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7718575397039202538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesdays-laughter-i-had-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6408247133095443509</id><published>2008-01-29T01:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:41:45.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I have five siblings, three sisters and two brothers.        One night I was chatting with my Mom about how she had        changed as a mother from the first child to the last.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She told me she had mellowed a lot over the years: "When        your oldest sister coughed or sneezed, I called the        ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When your youngest brother swallowed a dime, I just told        him it was coming out of his allowance."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;As my five year old son and I were headed           to McDonald's one day, we passed a car           accident. Usually when we see something           terrible like that, we say a prayer for           those who might be hurt, so I pointed and           said to my son, "We should pray."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         From the back seat I heard his earnest           request: "Please, God, don't let those cars           block the entrance to McDonald's."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A screenwriter comes home to a burned down house. His        sobbing and slightly-singed wife is standing outside.        "What happened, honey?" the man asks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh, John, it was terrible," she weeps. "I was cooking,        the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the        phone, I didn't notice the stove had caught on fire. It        went up in seconds. Everything is gone. I nearly didn't        make it out of the house. Poor Fluffy is gone..."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Wait! Back up a minute," the man says. "My agent        called?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The            great thing about democracy is that it            gives every voter a chance to do            something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Art Spander&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012908&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6408247133095443509?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6408247133095443509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6408247133095443509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6408247133095443509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6408247133095443509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdays-laughter-i-have-five-siblings.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7700458804428179572</id><published>2008-01-28T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:48:17.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Co-workers sympathized as my mother complained that        her back was really sore from moving furniture.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Why don't you wait till your husband gets home?"        someone asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I could," my mother told the group," but the couch is        easier to move if he's not on it." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Stopping to pick up my daughter at           kindergarten, I found out that the topic of           "Show and Tell" that day had been parents'           occupations.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The teacher pulled me aside. Whispering, she           advised, "You might want to explain a little           bit more to your daughter what you do for a           living."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I work as a training consultant and often           conduct my seminars in motel conference           rooms.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         When I asked why, the teacher explained,           "Your daughter told the class she wasn't           sure what you did, but said you got dressed           real pretty and went to work at motels." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A customer in a bakery was carefully observing all        the rich-looking pastries on display behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The clerk approached and asked, "What would you like?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man answered, "I'd like that chocolate-covered        cream-filled doughnut, that lemon jelly-filled doughnut,        and that Cheese Danish."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Then he sighed and said, "But I'll take that oat bran        muffin in the corner."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are          painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot,          but there are others who with the help of their          art and their intelligence, transform a yellow          spot into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Pablo Picasso&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012808&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7700458804428179572?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7700458804428179572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7700458804428179572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7700458804428179572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7700458804428179572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/mondays-laughter-co-workers-sympathized.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4225433551771033169</id><published>2008-01-25T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:38:39.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The mother and father had just given their teenage        daughter family-car privileges. On Saturday night she        returned home very late from a party.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The next morning her father went out to the driveway to        get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning.        At 11:30 AM the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen,        and her father asked her, "Sweetheart, what time did you        get in last night?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Not too late, Dad." she replied nervously.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Dead-panned, her father said, "Then, my precious one,        I'll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my        paper under the front tire of the car."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I was addressing some mail when I noticed           that my card file of frequently used           addresses was missing. Thinking it must have           fallen from my typing table into the           wastebasket, I called the office janitor.          &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I've lost my Rolodex," I told him. "It may           have been picked up with the trash. Is there           any way you could find it?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         He said he would conduct a search. When the           janitor informed me he had searched every           trash container for my Rolodex, with no           luck, I thanked him for his trouble.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         As I left work that evening, the janitor met           me at the door. "Good night," he said           smiling apologetically. "Sorry I couldn't           find your watch." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Ten Things Only Women Understand&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      10. Why it's good to have five pairs of black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      9. The difference between cream, ivory, and off white.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      8. Crying can be fun.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      7. Fat clothes.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      6. A salad, diet drink, and a hot fudge sundae make a        balanced lunch.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      5. Discovering a designer dress on the clearance rack        can be considered a peak life experience.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      4. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      3. A good man might be hard to find, but a good        hairdresser is next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      2. Why a phone call between two women never lasts under        ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      1. Other women! &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes I've        believed as many as six impossible things before        breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012608&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4225433551771033169?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4225433551771033169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4225433551771033169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4225433551771033169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4225433551771033169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturdays-laughter-mother-and-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-144073300639265054</id><published>2008-01-24T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:57:04.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I was living in the mountains above Denver when my        college buddy, Gary, arrived in his ancient Maserati        sports car. He had just driven it from Ohio, and as he        pulled into my driveway, the car broke down.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Calls to auto-supply houses and garages in search of        replacement parts proved futile. The&lt;br /&gt;      1962 model was simply too rare. Responses ranged from "Mas-a-what?"        to "You've got to be kidding." One guy just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I was at the end of the listings in the Yellow Pages        when I dialed Victor's Garage. "Vic," I said, "you're my        last hope. Do you carry any parts for a 1962 Maserati?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      There was a long pause. Finally, Victor cleared his        throat. "Yes," he replied. "Oil."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Employee's Lingo&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;I'M EXTREMELY ADEPT AT ALL MANNER OF           OFFICE ORGANIZATION: I've used Microsoft           Office.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I'M HONEST, HARD-WORKING AND DEPENDABLE: I           pilfer office supplies.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         MY PERTINENT WORK EXPERIENCE INCLUDES: I           hope you don't ask me about all the McJobs           I've had.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK: I blame others for           my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I'M PERSONABLE: I give lots of unsolicited           personal advice to co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I'M EXTREMELY PROFESSIONAL: I carry a           Day-Timer.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I AM ADAPTABLE: I've changed jobs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I AM ON THE GO: I'm never at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I'M HIGHLY MOTIVATED TO SUCCEED: The minute           I find a better job, I'm outta there. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Jerry is recovering from day surgery when a nurse        asks him how he is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm okay but I didn't like the four-letter-word the        doctor used in surgery," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "What did he say," asked the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "OOPS!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oil prices have         fallen lately. We include this news for the benefit         of gas stations, which otherwise wouldn't learn of         it for six months.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Bill Tammeus, in Toronto's National         Newspaper, 1991&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012508&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-144073300639265054?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/144073300639265054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=144073300639265054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/144073300639265054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/144073300639265054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/fridays-laughter-i-was-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6175456626796214638</id><published>2008-01-24T00:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:04:50.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I was scheduled to fly from North Carolina to        Germany, where my husband was stationed in the military.        As I checked in at the airport, the ticket agent asked        me some standard security questions. "Has anyone given        you any packages that you didn't pack yourself?" he        asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I told him that my mother-in-law had given me a parcel        to take to her son.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He looked at me very carefully and asked: "Does she like        you?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Becky prepared a pasta dish for a dinner           party she was giving. In her haste, however,           she forgot to refrigerate the spaghetti           sauce, and it sat on the counter all day.           She was worried about spoilage, but it was           too late to cook up another batch.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         She called the local Poison Control Center           and voiced her concern. They advised Becky           to boil the sauce again.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         That night, the phone rang during dinner,           and one of the guests volunteered to answer           it. Becky's face dropped as the guest called           out, "It's the Poison Control Center. They           want to know how the spaghetti sauce turned           out." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;For all their lives, my three sons have been told        they have to do their chores around the house.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I am NOT the maid" is a phrase they've heard many        times.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When my oldest went off to college, he called me after        one week at school. Among the first words he heard at        college, he reported, were those of the dormitory maid,        announcing to a student who had not picked up after        himself in the men's lavatory,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I am NOT your mother!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ambition is a         poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Edgar Bergen, (Charlie McCarthy)&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012408&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6175456626796214638?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6175456626796214638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6175456626796214638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6175456626796214638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6175456626796214638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursdays-laughter-i-was-scheduled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6853883675629026047</id><published>2008-01-23T00:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:48:56.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Negotiations between union members and their employer        were at an impasse. The union denied that their workers        were flagrantly abusing their contract's sick-leave        provisions.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One morning at the bargaining table, the company's chief        negotiator held aloft the morning edition of the        newspaper, "This man," he announced, "Called in Sick        yesterday!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      There on the sports page, was a photo of the supposedly        ill employee, who had just won a local golf tournament        with an excellent score.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The silence in the room was broken by a union        negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Wow," he said. "Think of what kind of score he could        have had if he hadn't been sick!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Ferne Southern said she was staying with           her 8-year-old granddaughter, Brooke, while           her parents were out of town.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Brooke was delaying bedtime, as usual, so           her grandmother told her about counting           sheep to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The 8-year-old thought that was a good idea.           Everything was quiet for a while. But just           as grandmother was dozing off, a voice           sounded:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Nana?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "There are 38."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Mrs. Golden was shopping at a produce stand in her        neighborhood. She approached the vendor and asked, "How        much are these oranges?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Two for a quarter," answered the vendor.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "How much is just one?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Fifteen cents," answered the vendor.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Then I'll take the other one," said Mrs. Golden.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;        When two men in business always agree, one of them         is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;        -- William Wrigley Jr.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012308&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6853883675629026047?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6853883675629026047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6853883675629026047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6853883675629026047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6853883675629026047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesdays-laughter-negotiations.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1761477988411418293</id><published>2008-01-21T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:06:21.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The sales manager was wrapping up her pep talk to new        staff members. "Just remember this," she said. "Always        be sincere, whether you mean it or not."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Two elderly gentlemen are playing cards           on Saturday evening just as they have done           for the past 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Gus, the elder, had been having problems           remembering what cards were what, and           usually needed help from his wife. At the           end of the card game Red said to Gus, "You           did very good tonight. You didn't need any           help at all. Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Gus replied, "Why, ever since my wife sent           me to that memory school, I haven't had any           problems at all."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Memory school? What memory school?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Gus thought for a moment, "Oh, what's that           flower that's red with thorns? A really           pretty flower . . . "&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "A rose?" asked Red.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yeah, that's it!" Gus turned to his wife           and mumbled, "Hey, Rose! What's the name of           that memory school you sent me to?"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;WIFE: "There's trouble with the car. It has water in        the carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      HUSBAND: "Water in the carburetor? That's ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      WIFE: "I tell you the car has water in the carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      HUSBAND: "You don't even know what a carburetor is. I'll        check it out. Where's the car?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      WIFE: "In the pool."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A gentleman          is a man who can play the accordion but doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Unknown&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012208&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1761477988411418293?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1761477988411418293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1761477988411418293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1761477988411418293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1761477988411418293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdays-laughter-sales-manager-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7027958945221984709</id><published>2008-01-21T00:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:49:33.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At the prestigious university there was a clear        hierarchy that outlined how long one was to wait for a        class to begin if the professor were absent. A full        professor rated fifteen minutes. An associate only ten.        A mere instructor was expected to be on time, if not        early. This system worked only one way, however; and        students were afforded no such grace.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      It was to be expected, therefore, that one professor,        the foremost authority in his field by his own        admission, would register distinct annoyance when the        student, just out of military service, was late for        class for the third morning running.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Tell me," the professor began, "exactly what did they        say in the Army when you sauntered in late like this?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well," mused the unperturbed youth, "first they        saluted, then they inquired, 'How are you this morning,        sir?'" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;For 40 years my grandfather put in long           hours at his job, so I was more than a           little curious about the way he filled his           days since his retirement. "How has life           changed?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A man of few words, he replied, "Well, I get           up in the morning with nothing to do, and I           go to bed at night with it half-done." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A prosecuting attorney just could not believe that a        jury had found the defendant not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Astonished, he asked the jury foreman, "How could you        possibly have found this man innocent?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The foreman replied, "Insanity."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The perplexed prosecutor asked, "All twelve of you?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            There are two kinds of light--the             glow that illuminates, and the glare             that obscures.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- James Thurber&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7027958945221984709?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7027958945221984709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7027958945221984709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7027958945221984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7027958945221984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/mondays-laughter-at-prestigious.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-8782902941735395376</id><published>2008-01-20T06:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:44:57.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There was a woman who spent some months serving God        in Kenya. On her final visit to a remote township she        attended a medical clinic. As the Maasai women there        began to sing together, she found herself deeply moved        by their hauntingly beautiful harmonies.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She wanted to always remember so she recorded this        moment and would share it with friends when she arrived        home. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she turned to        her friend and asked, "Can you please tell me the        translation of the words to this song?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Her friend looked at her an solemnly replied, "If you        boil the water, you won't get dysentery." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The minister gave his Sunday morning           service, as usual, but this particular           Sunday, it was considerably longer than           normal.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Later, at the door, shaking hands with           parishioners as they moved out, one man           said, "Your sermon, Pastor, was simply           wonderful - so invigorating and refreshing."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The minister of course, broke out in a big           smile, only to hear the man add, "I felt           like a new man when I woke up!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 finger prayer&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1. Your thumb is nearest you. So begin your prayers by        praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest        to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S.        Lewis once said, a "sweet duty."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      2. The next finger is the pointing finger. Pray for        those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes        teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and        wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep        them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      3. The next finger is the tallest finger. It reminds us        of our leaders. Pray for the president, leaders in        business and industry, and administrators. These people        shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need        God's guidance.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      4. The fourth finger is our ring finger. Surprising to        many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any        piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray        for those who are weak, in trouble or in pain. They need        your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for        them.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      5. And lastly comes our little finger - the smallest        finger of all which is where we should place ourselves        in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, "The        least shall be the greatest among you." Your pinkie        should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you        have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs        will be put into proper perspective and you will be able        to pray for yourself more effectively. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are none          of us infallible--not even the youngest of us.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- W. H. Thompson&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;012008&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-8782902941735395376?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8782902941735395376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=8782902941735395376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8782902941735395376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8782902941735395376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-funnies-there-was-woman-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7153115327764401422</id><published>2008-01-18T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:08:23.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;color:#0000ff;"&gt;       Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At the Boeing Museum of Flight in Seattle, there is a        full size mockup of an F/A-18 fighter. A ramp allows        visitors to climb into the cockpit and get a sense of        what the pilot sees and feels.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A guide at the top of the ramp points out the various        controls and gauges in the cockpit and gives information        about the aircraft's capabilities to each visitor who        gets in.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When my two-year-old son sat down in the plane, he        seemed fascinated by all he saw and heard. Then, he        looked out at us and said, "Gramma, could I have a        quarter?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The Game Warden spots an old fisherman           walking up the pier carrying two buckets. In           each bucket is one of the biggest and best           looking lobsters he's ever seen. Well,           catching lobster is illegal without a           license and the Warden stops the fisherman           and asks him to produce his license.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh, I wasn't fishing," the old man says,           "these are my pets. Everyday I come down to           the pier, give 'em my special whistle, and           they jump out of the ocean into my buckets           and we go for a walk. Then I return them           before I go home."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The Warden says, "Nope, don't believe a word           of it. I'm going to have to write you up if           you can't show me your license."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Now, now," says the old fisherman, "if you           don't believe me, I'll prove it to you.           Watch." And he throws the lobsters back into           the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         After a moment the Game Warden says to the           man, "Okay, give your lobsters that special           whistle."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The old fisherman says, "What lobsters?"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A bunch of lawyers were sitting around the office        playing poker.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I win!" said Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Henderson threw down his cards. "That's it! I've had it!        Johnson is cheating!!!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "How can you tell?" Phillips asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Those aren't the cards I dealt him!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I finally          figured out the only reason to be alive is to          enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Rita Mae Brown&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011808&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7153115327764401422?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7153115327764401422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7153115327764401422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7153115327764401422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7153115327764401422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/fridays-laughter-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1169317229008559358</id><published>2008-01-17T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:27:50.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;On a military training exercise, the British        divisional command radio operators were getting very        bored one quiet night, when breaking the silence a voice        asked over the air, "Are there any friendly bears        listening?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After a moment, another voice replied, "Yes, I'm a        friendly bear," and then another voice, "I'm a friendly        bear too!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      At this point, the Officer at Headquarters grabbed his        microphone and let loose a blistering tirade at the        operators for fooling around on a radio link.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When he had finished, there was silence for about ten        seconds. Then a small voice said, "You're not a very        friendly bear, are you?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The out-of-work newlywed took a temporary           job as a vacuum cleaner salesman to make           ends meet. After 3 days of intensive           training, the sales manager told him to go           home and practice his pitch on his wife.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The next morning, the manager asked the           novice how he made out.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Well," the man began, "I did what you said,           and after I finished, I asked her if she           would buy the vacuum cleaner from me. She           said 'Yes.' Then I asked her 'Why?' She           replied, 'Because I love you.'"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;David filled his car with gas at a self-service gas        station.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After he had paid and driven away, he realized that he        had left the gas cap on top of his car. He stopped and        looked and, sure enough, it was lost.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Well, he thought for a second and realized that other        people must have done the same thing, and that it was        worth going back to look by the side of the road since        even if he couldn't find his own gas cap, he might be        able to find one that fit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Sure enough, he hadn't been searching long when he found        a gas cap. He tried it on, and it went into place with a        satisfying click.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Great," David thought, "I lost my gas cap, but I found        another one that fits.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "And this one's even better because it locks."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Government is too big        and too important to be left to the politicians.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Chester Bowles&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011708&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1169317229008559358?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1169317229008559358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1169317229008559358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1169317229008559358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1169317229008559358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursdays-laughter-on-military-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4569866515364788552</id><published>2008-01-13T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:50:41.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;During a recent revival at our church, the evangelist        asked the people who had come up to the altar what they        needed. One man's request was for his hearing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The fiery evangelist spit on his finger, grabbed the        man's head and slipped his wet finger into his ear while        praying loudly and fervently for healing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When he had finished, he asked the man, "How is your        hearing?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I don't know," the man replied, "it's next Tuesday."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*More Bulletin Bloopers*&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The youth group has raised almost $500 for           drug abuse.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Correction: The following typo appeared in           our last bulletin: 'Lunch will begin at           12:15.' Please correct to read '12 noon.' "&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Any church member over the age of 18 is           invited to participate in this lay ministry           program. It requires a minimal amount of           training and time. The orientation will           include six weekly classes of about 200           hours each Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The Seniors group will have a picnic           Saturday. Each person is asked to bring a           friend, a vegetable, or dessert in a covered           dish. Meat and drinks will be furnished.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The last day of Vacation Bible School will           include a field trip to the state game farm.           We could use some additional volunteers to           help preparing the lunch of sandwiches,           potato chips, cheese, crack, and cool aid           that morning.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Remember the youth department rummage sale           for Summer Camp. We have a Gents three-speed           bicycle, also two ladies for sale, in good           running order. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex        was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the        foyer of the church. It was covered with names and small        American flags were mounted on either side of it. The        seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for some        time.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      So the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said        quietly, "Good morning Alex."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Good morning pastor," replied the young man, still        focused on the plaque. "What is this?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men and        women who died in the service."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large        plaque.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Little Alex's voice was barely audible when he asked,       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Which one, the 9:00 a. m. or the 10:30 a. m.        service????"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The opposite of a         correct statement is a false statement. But the         opposite of a profound truth may well be another         profound truth.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Niels Bohr&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011308&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4569866515364788552?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4569866515364788552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4569866515364788552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4569866515364788552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4569866515364788552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-funnies-during-recent-revival-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2964425468276126386</id><published>2008-01-12T00:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:36:49.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A woman was taking her time browsing through        everything at a friend's yard sale, and said to her, "My        husband is going to be very angry I stopped at a yard        sale."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm sure he'll understand when you tell him about all        the bargains you found," her friend replied.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Normally, yes," she said. "But he just broke his leg,        and he's waiting for me to take him to the hospital to        have it set."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;An Army brat was boasting about his           father to a Navy brat.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "My dad is an engineer. He can do           everything. Do you know the Alps?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes," said the Navy brat.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "My dad has built them."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Then the naval kid spoke: "And do you know           the Dead Sea?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "It's my dad who's killed it!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At the Boeing Museum of Flight in Seattle, there is a        full size mockup of an F/A-18 fighter. A ramp allows        visitors to climb into the cockpit and get a sense of        what the pilot sees and feels.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A guide at the top of the ramp points out the various        controls and gauges in the cockpit and gives information        about the aircraft's capabilities to each visitor who        gets in.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When my two-year-old son sat down in the plane, he        seemed fascinated by all he saw and heard. Then, he        looked out at us and said, "Gramma, could I have a        quarter?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            The reason why worry kills more             people than work is that more people             worry than work.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Robert Frost&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011208&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2964425468276126386?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2964425468276126386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2964425468276126386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2964425468276126386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2964425468276126386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturdays-laughter-woman-was-taking-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3399729317632532117</id><published>2008-01-10T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:53:26.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A young man dies and goes to Heaven, where he finds        he is third in line at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter is        taking a much-needed break, so an angel is admitting the        newly arrived to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The angel tells the three new arrivals that because so        many drug dealers and other criminals have managed to        sneak into Heaven that St. Peter must now be a little        stricter with the screening process. Each person is        required to state his former occupation and tell his or        her yearly salary.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The first man in line says, "I was an actor, and I        earned $1 million last year."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The angel says, "Okay, you may enter."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He turns to the woman in line and asks her about her        life.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She states, "I earned $150,000 as an attorney." The        angel thinks for a moment and then lets her in, too.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He turns to the third one in line and asks, "What have        you done with your life?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man replies, "I earned $8,000 last year . . ."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," the angel interrupts. "What did you teach?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;At his 103rd birthday party, my           grandfather was asked if he planned to be           around for his 104th.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I certainly do," he replied. "Statistics           show that very few people die between the           ages of 103 and 104." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The 12-year-old boy stood patiently beside the clock        counter while the store clerk waited on all of the adult        customers. Finally he got around to the youngster, who        made his purchase and hurried out to the curb, where his        father was impatiently waiting in his car.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "What took you so long, son?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The man waited on everybody in the store before me,"        the boy replied. "But I got even."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "How?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I wound and set all the alarm clocks while I was        waiting," the youngster explained happily.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It's going to be a mighty noise place at eight        o'clock."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You            can live to be a hundred if you give up            all the things that make you want to            live to be a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Woody Allen&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3399729317632532117?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3399729317632532117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3399729317632532117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3399729317632532117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3399729317632532117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/fridays-laughter-young-man-dies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-9153398586045009984</id><published>2008-01-09T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:36:22.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A man is lost in the Sahara desert. He used up the        last of his water three days ago and he's lying,        gasping, on the sand, when in the distance he suddenly        hears a voice calling, "Mush! Mush!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Not trusting his ears he turns his head and there it is        again, closer this time -- "Mush! Mush!" Propping        himself up on one elbow he squints against the sun and        sees, of all things, an Eskimo bundled up in furs        driving a sled with a team of huskies across the dunes.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Thinking that it's a hallucination, he blinks and shakes        his head, but it's for real! He painfully lifts one arm        and in a cracked voice calls, "He-elp!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The Eskimo pulls the sled up by him, the huskies panting        in the heat, and he says to the Eskimo, "I don't know        what you're doing here, or why, but thank God you are!        I've been wandering around this desert for days, my        water's all gone and I'm completely lost!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The perspiring Eskimo looks down at him and says,        "YOU'RE lost?!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;POLITICAL ONE LINERS&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Old politicians never die, they just get           more devoted.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         What's the difference between a church bell           and a politician? One peels from the steeple           and the other steals from the people.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Many political conventions in Washington, D.           C. adjourn for drinks and dinners at The           Shoreham Hotel. One of the most popular           drinks offered at the hotel bar is called           "Lilac Crazy." Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A politician is someone who shakes your hand           before the election and your confidence           after it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A politician will always be around when he           needs you.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         What's the difference between golf and           politics? In golf, you can't improve your           lie.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         An old ballroom dance instructor once taught           me "The Politician's Dance." It's one step           forward, two steps back, slide step, quick           step, now turn around!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A lawyer's dog, running about unleashed, b-lines for        the local butcher shop and steals a roast off the        counter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The butcher goes to the lawyer's office and asks, "if a        dog, running unleashed, steals a piece of meat from my        store, do I have a right to demand payment for the meat        from the dog's owner?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Absolutely," the lawyer responded.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The butcher immediately shot back, "Good! You owe me        $7.99 for the roast your dog stole from me this        morning."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The lawyer, without a word, writes the butcher a check        for $7.99. A few days later, the butcher, browsing        through his mail, finds an envelope from the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The contents read "Consultation: $25.00."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A man's          silence is wonderful to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Thomas Hardy&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;011008&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-9153398586045009984?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9153398586045009984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=9153398586045009984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/9153398586045009984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/9153398586045009984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursdays-laughter-man-is-lost-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6189478905084321863</id><published>2008-01-08T23:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:15:54.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An elderly couple are both lying in bed one morning,        having just awakened from a good night's sleep. He takes        her hand and she responds, "Don't touch me".&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Why not", he asks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She answers back, "Because I'm dead".&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The husband says to her, "What are you talking about?        We're both lying here in bed together and talking to one        another".&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The wife says, "No, I'm definitely dead."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Her husband insists, "You're not dead. What in the world        makes you think you're dead?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      His wife answers, "I know I'm dead because I woke up        this morning and nothing hurts!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The wife heard her husband come back into           the house not too long after he had left.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         She said, "Hon, I thought you were going to           your lodge meeting."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "It was postponed." he replied. "The wife of           the Grand Exalted Invincible Supreme           Potentate wouldn't let him attend tonight." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Although this married couple enjoyed their new        fishing boat together, it was the husband who was behind        the wheel operating the boat. He was concerned about        what might happen in an emergency. So one day out on the        lake he said to his wife, "Please take the wheel, dear.        Pretend that I am having a heart attack. You must get        the boat safely to shore and dock it."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      So she drove the boat to shore.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Later that evening, the wife walked into the living room        where her husband was watching television. She sat down        next to him, switched the TV channel, and said to him,        "Please go into the kitchen, dear. Pretend I'm having a        heart attack and set the table, cook dinner and wash the        dishes." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;              &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;              A little learning is a               dangerous thing but a lot of               ignorance is just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;              -- Bob Edwards  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/blockquote&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010908&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6189478905084321863?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6189478905084321863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6189478905084321863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6189478905084321863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6189478905084321863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesdays-laughter-elderly-couple-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-919893180485225545</id><published>2008-01-07T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:11:47.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;During a visit to a military medical clinic, I was        sent to the lab to have blood drawn. The technician        there was friendly and mentioned that his mood improved        every day because he was due to leave the service in two        months. As he applied the tourniquet on my arm, he told        me that taking the blood wouldn't hurt much. Then,        noticing my Air Force T-shirt, he asked me what my        husband did.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When I replied that he was a recruiter, the technician        smiled slyly and said, "This might hurt a little more        than I thought."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A police officer stopped a car which was           zigzagging alarmingly and asked the driver           what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I am learning to drive," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "What? without an instructor ?" exclaimed           the officer.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh yes," answered the driver. "It's a           correspondence course.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIGNS YOUR COWORKER WANTS TO BE A ROCK STAR&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Got her cell phone pierced last week.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Spends coffee breaks writing out autographs on hats,        underwear, bare arms, and foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Already has his Rehab Center picked out.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Refuses to log on to the company servers until all the        brown M &amp;amp; M's have been removed from the snack bar.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After a really good PowerPoint® demonstration, tosses        his laser pointer into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Has to have another group of employees do his work - not        quite as well - for the first 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Shouts, "Goodnight, Cleveland!" every time he punches        off the clock. Wouldn't be so bad if your company was        actually IN Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Plays air guitar with his computer keyboard and sings        into his pencils.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Laughter is          the closest distance between two people.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Victor Borge&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010808&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-919893180485225545?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/919893180485225545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=919893180485225545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/919893180485225545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/919893180485225545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdays-laughter-during-visit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7802790721533832117</id><published>2008-01-07T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:04:58.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;After one of the machines at work suddenly went on        the fritz, our boss called the repair service and asked        to speak to the manager, Ahmed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Hello, Ed speaking. How can I help you?" said the guy        who answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Sorry," said my boss. "I was looking for Ahmed."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "This is Ahmed," came the reply. "How can I help you?"       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I thought you just said your name was Ed?" asked my        boss.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It is. But whenever I say 'Ahmed,' people think I'm        saying, 'I'm Ed.' So I figured it's just easier to be        Ed." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Two mothers are having a conversation           about their children one day.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "How do you get your Marvin up so early on           school mornings?" asks Joan.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh, that's easy," replies Marianne. "I just           throw the cat on his bed."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Why does that wake him up?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "He sleeps with the dog!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;*Signs Your SUV Is Too Big*&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ The last time you took your kids to a Monster Truck        pull the parking attendants directed you right onto the        stadium racetrack.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ When you replaced your tires, Goodyear stock went up        five dollars a share for the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ Your garage is larger than your house.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ One of those "Oversize Load" escort trucks has to        precede you down the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ Your kids refer to riding the bus to school as        "downsizing."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ Before you go out, you have to file for a parade        permit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ You're the first one in your neighborhood to own a        2004 Halliburton-Rolling House S-Class twin-turbo.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ It has its own gravitational field and has drawn a Geo        Metro into orbit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ There are two successful Starbucks franchises located        in the back.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ It doubles as a carport for your Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ It's great for soccer moms, since the back seat folds        down into an entire field, complete with goals.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ You need a Sherpa and an oxygen tank to reach the        driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ Your buddy riding shotgun is in a different time zone.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ Mortgage payment = $2200. Texaco card payment = $2201.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ You get a letter from Hans Blix demanding that it be        dismantled immediately because it qualifies as a WMD.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      ~ The fuel gauge doubles as a fan.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           Fathers send their sons to college            either because they went to college or            because they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- L. L. Henderson&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010708&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7802790721533832117?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7802790721533832117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7802790721533832117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7802790721533832117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7802790721533832117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/mondays-laughter-after-one-of-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3001157534039553307</id><published>2008-01-06T00:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:15:31.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've seen most of these...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christian         One Liners&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;       Don't let your worries get the best of you;&lt;br /&gt;       remember, Moses started out as a basket case.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited&lt;br /&gt;       until you try to sit in their pews.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Many folks want to serve God, but only as advisors.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       It is easier to preach ten sermons than it is to         live one.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       The good Lord didn't create anything&lt;br /&gt;       without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       When you get to your wit's end, you'll find God         lives there.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       People are funny; they want the&lt;br /&gt;       front of the bus, the middle of the road, and the         back of the church.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Opportunity may knock once, but temptation&lt;br /&gt;       bangs on your front door forever.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Quit griping about your&lt;br /&gt;       church; if it was perfect, you couldn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       If the church wants a&lt;br /&gt;       better pastor, it only needs to pray for the one it         has.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       God Himself does not propose&lt;br /&gt;       to judge a man until he is dead. So why should you?&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Some minds are like concrete&lt;br /&gt;       thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Peace starts with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       I don't know why some people&lt;br /&gt;       change churches; what difference does&lt;br /&gt;       it make which one you stay home from?!&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       A lot of church members who&lt;br /&gt;       are singing "Standing on the Promises" are just         sitting on the premises.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       We were called to be witnesses, not lawyers or         judges.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Be ye fishers of men. You catch them - He'll clean         them.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Don't put a question mark where God put a period.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Don't wait for 6 strong men to take you to church.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Forbidden fruits create many jams.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the         called.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       God grades on the cross, not the curve.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       God loves everyone, but probably prefers&lt;br /&gt;       "fruits of the spirit" over "religious nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       He who angers you, controls you!&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       If God is your Co-pilot - swap seats!&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;       Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       The task ahead of us is never as&lt;br /&gt;       great as the Power behind us.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       The Will of God never takes you to&lt;br /&gt;       where the Grace of God will not protect you.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       We don't change the message, the message changes us.&lt;br /&gt;       *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       You can tell how big a person&lt;br /&gt;       is by what it takes to......... discourage him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Turn the world over on       its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Frank Lloyd Wright&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3001157534039553307?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3001157534039553307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3001157534039553307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3001157534039553307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3001157534039553307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-funnies-youve-seen-most-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-533933665073537241</id><published>2008-01-04T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:11:47.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;As he was drilling a batch of recruits, the sergeant        saw that one of them was marching out of step. Walking        up next to the man as they marched, he said        sarcastically: "Do you know they are all out of step        except you?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "What?" asked the recruit innocently.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I said -- they are all out of step except you!"        thundered the sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The recruit replied, "Well, sarge, you're in charge --        you tell them!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;While I was visiting my sister one           evening, I took out a candy dispenser that           was shaped like a miniature person. "How           does that thing work?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         As I turned the figurine's arm to pop candy           out, my sister laughed. "I see ... it's a           lot like my husband," she said. "You have to           twist his arm to get anything out of him."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There once was a flood and everyone had reached        safety except for one man.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He climbed to the top of his house with the water        lapping at his feet.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A helicopter flew over his head and hung down a rope for        him to climb, but the man was deeply religious and said,        "It's alright! The Lord will save me!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      So the helicopter flew away. The water continued to rise        and a boat came to him but, once again, the man shouted,        "No! Go AWAY! the Lord will come and save me!" and, once        again, the boat sped off.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The water was getting dangerously deep by now so the        helicopter came back and, on cue, the man repeated, "I        don't need saving! My Lord will come"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Reluctantly, the helicopter left.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The rain continued to pour, the water continued to rise        and the man drowned.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      At the gates of heaven, the man met St. Peter. Confused,        he asked, "Peter, I have lived the life of a faithful        man - why did my Lord not rescue me?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      St. Peter replied, "For pity sake! He sent you two        helicopters and a boat!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is sloppiness          in speech caused by ignorance or apathy?&lt;br /&gt;        I don't know and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- William Safire&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010507&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-533933665073537241?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/533933665073537241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=533933665073537241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/533933665073537241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/533933665073537241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturdays-laughter-as-he-was-drilling.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-573116460819899865</id><published>2008-01-03T23:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:55:56.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When I went with my daughter to visit a prestigious        university, our student guide pointed out the nationally        ranked library and state-of-the-art science facilities.        She told us that the professors were the best in the        world, and she recommended my daughter apply early to        improve her chances for admission.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "We get so many applicants," she boasted, "because of        the stature of the school."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After the tour I asked our guide, "So, why did you        choose this school?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," she replied matter-of-factly, "my boyfriend goes        here." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A teacher was sitting at her desk grading           papers when her first-grade class came back           from lunch. Alice informed the teacher,           "Paul has to go to the principal's office."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I wonder why," the teacher mused.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Because he's a following person," Alice           replied.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "A what?" the teacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "It came over the loudspeaker: 'The           following persons are to go to the office.'"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;From a passenger ship, everyone can see a bearded man        on a small island who is shouting and desperately waving        his hands.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Who is it?" a passenger asks the captain.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I've no idea. Every year when we pass, he goes nuts."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a great believer in       luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Thomas Jefferson, (attributed)&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010407&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-573116460819899865?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/573116460819899865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=573116460819899865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/573116460819899865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/573116460819899865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/fridays-laughter-when-i-went-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1001071444126421558</id><published>2008-01-02T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:59:52.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;color:#0000ff;"&gt;       Happy Birthday Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A radical feminist is getting on a bus when, just in        front of her, a man gets up from his seat.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She thinks to herself, "Here's another man trying to        keep up the customs of a patriarchal society by offering        a poor, defenseless woman his seat," and she pushes him        back onto the seat.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A few minutes later, the man tries to get up again. She        is insulted again and refuses to let him up.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Finally, the man says,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Look, lady, you've got to let me get up. I'm two miles        past my stop already."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Two neighbors were talking about work,           when one asked, "Say, why did the foreman           fire you?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Replied the second, "Well, you know how a           foreman is always standing around and           watching others do the work. My foreman got           jealous. People started thinking I was the           foreman."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A woman called to make reservations "I want to go        from Chicago to Hippopotamus, New York." &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The agent was at a loss for words. Finally, the agent        asked "Are you sure that's the name of the town?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes, what flights do you have?" replied the customer.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After some searching, the agent came back with "I'm        sorry, ma'am, I've looked up every airport code in the        country and can't find a Hippopotamus anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The customer retorted, "Oh don't be silly! Everyone        knows where it is. Check your map!" &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The agent scoured a map of the state of New York and        finally offered, "You don't mean Buffalo, do you?" &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;"That's it! I knew it was a big animal" was the        reply.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes            to ourselves, and good fortune to            others.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Ambrose Bierce, The            Devil's Dictionary&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010307&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1001071444126421558?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1001071444126421558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1001071444126421558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1001071444126421558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1001071444126421558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursdays-laughter-happy-birthday-glen.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-8452583656097395276</id><published>2008-01-01T23:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:51:26.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A woman was having a medical problem - her husband's        snoring. So she called the doctor one morning and asked        him if there was anything he could do to relieve her        "suffering."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, there is one operation I can perform that will        cure your husband, but it is really rather expensive. It        will cost $1000 down and payments of $450 for 24 months,        plus payments for extras."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "My goodness!" the woman exclaimed, "it sounds like        leasing a new sports car!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Humm," the doctor murmured, "too obvious, huh?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Little Josh was brought to Dr. Gill cause           he hadn't eaten anything for days. Dr. Gill           offered him all the goodies he could think           of. No luck. He tried a little scolding. It           didn't work. A little pleading, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Finally he sat down, faced the boy, looked           him in the eye. He said, "Look young man, if           you can be stubborn, so can I. You're not           going anywhere until you eat something. You           can have whatever you want, but only after           you have eaten will you leave."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Josh just sat and glared for some time, then           said "OK. I'll eat but I have some           conditions. First, I'll have exactly what I           want and exactly how I want it and second           you'll share with me."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Dr. Gill was OK with this. He asked the           child what he'd like. "Worms!" said Josh.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Dr. Gill was horrified but didn't want to           back out and seem like a loser. So, he           ordered a plate of worms to be brought in.           "Not that many, just one," yelled Josh as he           saw the plate.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         So, everything other than one worm was           removed. Josh then demanded that the single           worm be cut into two pieces and then Dr.           Gill eat half. Dr. Gill went through the           worst ordeal of his life, and after           finishing, barely managing to keep his cool,           said, "OK, now eat!"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Josh refused as he sobbed, "No way! You ate           my half!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;"Say Ralph, you want to hit the golf course this        afternoon?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Sorry, I can't."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The doctor told me I can't play."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh, so he's been out with you too?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p align="right"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;          Ability will never catch up with the demand           for it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--           Malcolm Forbes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010207&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-8452583656097395276?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8452583656097395276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=8452583656097395276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8452583656097395276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8452583656097395276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wednesdays-laughter-woman-was-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1300677571667902329</id><published>2007-12-31T23:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:31:57.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size: 56pt; font-weight: 700;font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#0000ff;"  &gt;       Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:#000080;"&gt;       Happy Birthday to Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Below follows a prayer I received today from Rubel        Shelly, author of the Fax of Life newsletter. Regardless        of your personal spiritual beliefs, you may identify        with some of the same goals.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Holy God of Heaven and Earth,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I know that a thousand years are as a day to           you, but we humans are bound up in time. As           a&lt;br /&gt;         new year is beginning, please teach me to .           . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * care more about people and less about           money,&lt;br /&gt;         * enjoy my work but not let it enslave me,&lt;br /&gt;         * and laugh more easily than I did last           year.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         As I get ready for 2008, help me to remember           things that are easy to forget . . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * that it might well be my last year,&lt;br /&gt;         * that some people are counting on me,&lt;br /&gt;         * and that you have things for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Lord, with the things I have accumulated           over the years, please let me . . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * shake off the monotony of life,&lt;br /&gt;         * try some new things in this new year,&lt;br /&gt;         * and mend some broken fences.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         And, Father of Mercies, please teach me in           this new and unspoiled year to . . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * lighten up and enjoy children, sunsets,           reading, and long walks,&lt;br /&gt;         * avoid quarrels and work at being a           peacemaker in this world,&lt;br /&gt;         * and start next year with fewer regrets           than I bring to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I cannot know what this year will bring, and           I am grateful for that! But help me . . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * eat less junk food,&lt;br /&gt;         * exercise and take better care of my body,&lt;br /&gt;         * and learn to enjoy the simple pleasures of           life.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Above all other things, Father, I want to be           your instrument for . . .&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         * easing somebody's too-heavy load,&lt;br /&gt;         * relieving some sad person's misery,&lt;br /&gt;         * and introducing some lost soul to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Come what may in the year about to begin,           may we live it for your glory, within your           will, and&lt;br /&gt;         to your delight.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         We pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For back issues and other           resources please visit          &lt;a href="http://www.rubelshelly.com/"&gt;www.           RubelShelly. com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p align="right"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;          The trouble with facts is that there are so           many of them.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--           Samuel McChord Crothers, The Gentle Reader  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;010108&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1300677571667902329?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1300677571667902329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1300677571667902329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1300677571667902329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1300677571667902329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesdays-laughter-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5260952931634991831</id><published>2007-12-30T23:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:57:53.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;After booking my 80-year-old grandmother on a flight        from Florida to Nevada, I called the airline to go over        her special needs. The representative listened patiently        as I requested a wheelchair and an attendant for my        mother because of her arthritis and impaired vision to        the point of near blindness&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      My apprehension lightened a bit when the woman assured        me that everything would be taken care of. I thanked her        profusely.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh, you're welcome," she replied. I was about to hang        up when she cheerfully asked, ..."And will your        grandmother need a rental car?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A man in a hurry taking his 8-year-old           son to school, made a turn at a red light           where it was prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Uh-oh, I just made an illegal turn!" the           man said.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Aw, Dad, it's okay" the son said. "The           police car right behind us did the same           thing." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There is an old story about a mother who walks in on        her six-year-old son and finds him sobbing. "What's the        matter?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I've just figured out how to tie my shoes."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, honey, that's wonderful. You're growing up, but        why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Because," he says, "now I'll have to do it every day        for the rest of my life." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never interrupt          your enemy when he is making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;-- Napoleon Bonaparte&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;123107&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5260952931634991831?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5260952931634991831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5260952931634991831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5260952931634991831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5260952931634991831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-laughter-after-booking-my-80.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-428088425909544127</id><published>2007-12-29T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:36:22.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF JERUSALEM HAD REPORT CARDS....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Mid-term Report for Student: J. Christ&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         ARTS and CRAFTS: B&lt;br /&gt;         Obviously has imagination and creativity;           student is a good potter ... enjoys working           with dirt and water.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         COMMUNITY LIVING: A&lt;br /&gt;         Very keen on all aspects of community.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         CONSUMER EDUCATION: C+&lt;br /&gt;         Has interesting ideas about alternative           lifestyles, if a bit impractical.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         ENGLISH: D+&lt;br /&gt;         Understands all aspects of the language but           insists on speaking only in parables and           metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         GENERAL SCIENCE: D&lt;br /&gt;         Although his transmutation of water into           wine was the talk of the school for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         GEOGRAPHY: C-&lt;br /&gt;         Keeps talking about the Rock of Ages instead           of the ages of rock.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         GRAPHIC ARTS: D&lt;br /&gt;         Prefers to draw with a stick in the sand           instead of pencil on paper.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         HEALTH: A&lt;br /&gt;         Shows a remarkable aptitude for first aid           and knowledge of the human body.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         HISTORY: A&lt;br /&gt;         Excellent pupil of ancient history,           especially religious history.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         HOME ECONOMICS: A+&lt;br /&gt;         This kid really knows how to stretch a loaf           of bread and a fish fillet!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         MATHEMATICS: E&lt;br /&gt;         Cannot seem to grasp fundamentals. Keeps           going on about "The Father and I are One."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         MUSIC and DRAMA: B+&lt;br /&gt;         A keen member of the school choir; at times           can be frighteningly dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         PHYSICAL EDUCATION: D-&lt;br /&gt;         Student particularly upset the swim coach           when he insisted on walking across the pool           instead of doing the butterfly kick.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         RELIGION: D&lt;br /&gt;         When asked "Who made the world?" student           persisted in answering "My Dad."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         WOODWORKING: A&lt;br /&gt;         Excellent carpentry. Obviously had help at           home.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         TEACHER'S SUMMARY&lt;br /&gt;         This boy has a very unhealthy tendency to           form gangs. He has organized twelve of his           friends into a gang and is seen constantly           in the company of publicans and sinners. He           needs to be more selective in his choice of           friends. Also, he should learn to keep his           hair at a tidy length and not wear sandals           with the school uniform.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;We were celebrating the 100th anniversary of          our church, and several former pastors and the          bishop were in attendance. At one point, our          minister had the children gather at the altar          for a talk about the importance of the day. He          began by asking, "Does anyone know what the          bishop does?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        There was silence.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        Finally, one little boy answered gravely, "He's          the one you can move diagonally." &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The pastor's sermon focused on how God know's which        of us grows best in the sunlight and which of us needs        shade.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "For example," he said, "roses must be planted in the        sun, but fuchsias thrive in the shade."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After the service, a woman, her face beaming, approached        him.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Your sermon did me so much good," she said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Before he had time to gloat too much, however, she        added, "I always wondered what was wrong with my        fuchsias." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Just because something doesn't do             what you planned it to do doesn't             mean it's useless.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Thomas A. Edison&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;123007&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-428088425909544127?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/428088425909544127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=428088425909544127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/428088425909544127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/428088425909544127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-funnies-if-jerusalem-had-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-955794590283828138</id><published>2007-12-28T22:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:11:49.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Man: Just look at that young person with the short        hair and blue jeans. Is it a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Bystander: It's a girl; she's my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Man: Oh, please forgive me sir. I had no idea you were        her father!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Bystander: I'm not. I'm her mother.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;After a day of grueling maneuvers under           the blazing Texas sun, the platoon stood in           front of the barracks.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "All right, ladies, think about this,"           bellowed the drill instructor. "If you could           have ten minutes alone, right now, with           anyone in the world, who would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Amid much mumbling, one voice was heard from           the back row.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "My recruiter." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A minister was planning a wedding at the close of the        Sunday morning service. After the benediction he had        planned to call the couple down to be married for a        brief ceremony before the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      However, he had a slight problem: he couldn't remember        the names of the two individuals who were to be married.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Will those wanting to get married please come to the        front?" he requested.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Almost immediately, nine single ladies, three widows,        four widowers, and six single men walked down the aisle        to the front of the church. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Duct tape is like the force. It has             a light side, a dark side, and it             holds the universe together....&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Carl Zwanzig&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122907&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-955794590283828138?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/955794590283828138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=955794590283828138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/955794590283828138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/955794590283828138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturdays-laughter-man-just-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3758846846629155456</id><published>2007-12-28T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:20:32.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My father began teaching business classes at the        local prison through a community college. On his first        night of class, he started a chapter on banking. During        the course of his lecture, the subject of ATMs came up,        and he mentioned that, on average, most machines contain        only about $1500 at a given time.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Just then a man in the back raised his hand. "I'm not        trying to be disrespectful," he told my father, "but the        machine I robbed had about $3,000 in it." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;On a visit to Boston, I noticed a parking           meter with a paper sack over it upon which           was written: "Broken."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A skeptical parking officer removed the bag,           inserted a quarter in the meter and turned           the dial. It worked perfectly. As the           officer began to write a parking ticket, the           car's owner rushed out of a nearby building.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "What are you doing?" he yelled after a           quick glance at the meter. "There's plenty           of time left!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A new employee calls the Help Desk to complain that        there's something wrong with her password. No, it's not        the usual caps-lock problem.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The problem is that whenever I type the password, it        just shows stars," she says.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Those asterisks are to protect you," the Help Desk        technician explains, "so if someone were standing behind        you, they wouldn't be able to read your password."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yeah," she says, "but they show up even when there is        no one standing behind me."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happiness in          intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Ernest Hemingway&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122807&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3758846846629155456?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3758846846629155456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3758846846629155456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3758846846629155456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3758846846629155456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/fridays-laughter-my-father-began.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1858984342710584285</id><published>2007-12-26T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:18:20.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        'Twas the day after Christmas, I'm tired and          sore;&lt;br /&gt;        My living room looks like it's been through a          war.&lt;br /&gt;        With paper and presents strewn all about,&lt;br /&gt;        It will take us six weeks to clean up, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        The children had run all amok from their bed,&lt;br /&gt;        And now there's a pounding deep inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;        The screaming, the tearing, the squealing of joy&lt;br /&gt;        As each gift revealed a shiny, new toy.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        I'd wanted to get Mom a gift that would melt          her;&lt;br /&gt;        Now all I want is some warm Alka Seltzer.&lt;br /&gt;        The noise of the kids and their gifts clang          away;&lt;br /&gt;        I don't think we'll see the cat until May.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        The post-Christmas blues have nearly set in;&lt;br /&gt;        The things that I bought I've started regrettin'&lt;br /&gt;        The gifts that I got may make my life easy,&lt;br /&gt;        But my spirit is woozy, perhaps even queasy.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        We mustn't forget the babe in the manger;&lt;br /&gt;        Amidst all this stuff, his tale's in danger.&lt;br /&gt;        And now he will grow from baby to Lord;&lt;br /&gt;        Meanwhile the kids are all saying, "I'm bored!"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        So the lesson, this day after Christmas, I          learn;&lt;br /&gt;        Is the stuff that we buy has no power to turn&lt;br /&gt;        Our hearts to the path that is narrow and true;&lt;br /&gt;        That must come from his love, and the faith          that's in you.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[written by Mark Raymond, in          honor of my Dad ... Clifford John Raymond]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;She Was So Blonde That&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She thought she needed a token to get on           "Soul Train."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange           juice can because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She told me to meet her at the corner of           "WALK" and "DON'T WALK."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She asked for a price check at the Dollar           Store.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - When she missed the 44 bus, she took the           22 bus twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - When she went to the airport and saw a           sign that said "Airport Left," she turned           around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - She sold the car for gas money! &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Procrastinator's Creed&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. I believe that if anything is worth doing, it         would have been done already.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       2. I shall never move quickly, except to avoid more         work or find excuses.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       3. I will never rush into a job without a lifetime         of consideration.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       4. I shall meet all of my deadlines directly in         proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could         expect to receive from missing them.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the         possibility for new technologies, astounding         discoveries, and a reprieve from my obligations.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       6. I truly believe that all deadlines are         unreasonable regardless of the amount of time given.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       7. I shall never forget that the probability of a         miracle, though infinitesimally small, is not         exactly zero.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       8. If at first I don't succeed, there is always next         year.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       9. I shall always decide not to decide, unless of         course I decide to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the         first step, and/or write the first word, when I get         around to it.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       11. I obey the law of inverse excuses which demands         that the greater the task to be done, the more         insignificant the work that must be done prior to         beginning the greater task.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       12. I know that the work cycle is not         plan-start-finish, but is wait-plan-plan.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can         forget about forever.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       14. I will become a member of the ancient Order of         Two-Headed Turtles (the Procrastinator's Society) if         they ever get it organized.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;        The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people         say you cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--         Walter Bagehot  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1858984342710584285?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1858984342710584285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1858984342710584285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1858984342710584285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1858984342710584285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesdays-laughter-day-after-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7121694140237207161</id><published>2007-12-25T08:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:53:31.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size: 56pt;font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#ff0000;"  &gt;       Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;Click on the link below to           receive my Christmas greeting card:&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.americangreetings.com/ecards/view.pd?i=454742419&amp;amp;m=8420&amp;amp;rr=y&amp;amp;source=ag999"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122507&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7121694140237207161?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7121694140237207161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7121694140237207161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7121694140237207161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7121694140237207161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesdays-laughter-merry-christmas-click.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6194646491097523033</id><published>2007-12-24T07:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:09:55.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dog's Rules for Christmas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;1. Be especially patient with your humans          during this time. They may appear to be more          stressed-out than usual and they will appreciate          long comforting dog leans.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        2. They may come home with large bags of things          they call gifts. Do not assume that all the          gifts are yours.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        3. Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on          you. They seem to get some special kind of          pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake          antlers.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        4. They may bring a large tree into the house          and set it up in a prominent place and cover it          with lights and decorations. Bizarre as this may          seem to you, it is an important ritual for your          humans, so there are some things you need to          know:&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         a. Don't chew on the cord that runs from the           funny-looking hole in the wall to the tree&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         b. Don't drink water in the container that           holds the tree&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         c. Mind your tail when you are near the tree&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         d. If there are packages under the tree,           even ones that smell interesting or that           have your name on them, don't rip them open&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;5. Your humans may occasionally invite lots          of strangers to come visit during this season.          These parties can be lots of fun, but they also          call for some discretion on your part:&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;a. Not all strangers appreciate kisses           and leans&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         b. Don't eat off the buffet table&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         c. Beg for goodies subtly&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         d. Be pleasant, even if unknowing strangers           sit on your sofa&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         e. Don't drink out of glasses that are left           within your reach&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;6. Likewise, your humans may take you          visiting. Here your manners will also be          important:&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;a. Observe all the rules in #4 for trees           that may be in other people's houses.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         b. Respect the territory of other animals           that may live in the house&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         c. Tolerate children&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         d. Turn on your charm big time&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;7. A big man with a white beard and a very          loud laugh may emerge from your fireplace in the          middle of the night. DO NOT BITE HIM!!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;One Sunday morning, while stationed at           Osan Air Base in South Korea, I was in line           for breakfast and noticed that the cook           behind the counter looked kind of harassed.           After I gave him my order, he asked me how I           wanted my eggs.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Not wanting to burden him further, I said           cheerfully, "Oh, whatever is easiest for           you."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         With that, he took two eggs, cracked them           open onto my plate and handed it back to me.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;There was a terrible bus accident. Unfortunately, no        one survived the accident except a monkey which was on        board and there were no witnesses. The police try to        investigate further but they get no results. At last,        they try to interrogate the monkey. The monkey seems to        respond to their questions with gestures. Seeing that,        they start asking the questions.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The police chief asks, "What were the people doing on        the bus?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The monkey shakes his head in a condemning manner and        starts dancing around; meaning the people were dancing        and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The chief asks, "Yeah, but what else were they doing?".&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The monkey uses his hand and takes it to his mouth as if        holding a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The chief says, "Oh! They were drinking, huh??!" The        chief continues, "Okay, were they doing anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The monkey nods his head and moves his mouth back and        forth, meaning they were talking.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The chief loses his patience, "If they were having such        a great time, who was driving the stupid bus then?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The monkey cheerfully swings his arms to the sides as if        grabbing a wheel.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The greatest         pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot         do.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Walter Bagehot&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122407&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6194646491097523033?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6194646491097523033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6194646491097523033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6194646491097523033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6194646491097523033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-laughter-dogs-rules-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-6837733054339936221</id><published>2007-12-22T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:26:25.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Two men were fishing on a lake, feeling guilty that        it was a Sunday morning, that they were not attending        church, and the fish were not biting.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The first guy eventually says: "I should have stayed        home and gone to church."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      To which the other angler replied: "I couldn't have gone        to church, anyhow. My wife is sick in bed." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Someone in our neighborhood put a huge           sofa out by the curb for trash collection.           Since it was in good shape, many motorists           slowed down for a look. But when they saw           how enormous it was, they'd leave.           Eventually a compact car pulled up, and two           men got out. This I've got to see, I           thought. They removed the cushions, turned           the sofa upside down and shook it hard. Then           they picked up all the coins that tumbled           out, and drove off. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Jane's preparations for a visit from her children        included a trip to the bank. Waiting in line at the        teller's window, she lamented to the middle-aged man        behind her, "My children are in their 20s, and I'm still        giving them money. When does it end?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm not sure I'm the one to ask," the man replied while        glancing uncomfortably at a paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm here to deposit a check from my mother."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like so many          Americans, she was trying to construct a life          that made sense from things she found in gift          shops.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122307&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-6837733054339936221?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6837733054339936221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=6837733054339936221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6837733054339936221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/6837733054339936221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-funnies-two-men-were-fishing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2807018370113305753</id><published>2007-12-21T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:29:12.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 CORINTHIANS 13 - CHRISTMAS VERSION&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid          bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny          balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm          just another decorator.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of          Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and          arranging a beautifully adorned table at          mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm          just another cook.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the          nursing home and give all that I have to          charity, but do not show love to my family, it          profits me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and          crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday          parties and sing in the choir's cantata, but do          not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        - Love stops the cooking to hug the child.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love sets aside decorating to kiss the spouse.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love is kind, though harried and tired.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love doesn't envy another's home that has          coordinated Christmas china and table linens.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of          the way, but is thankful they are there to be in          the way.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love doesn't give only to those who are able          to give in return but rejoices in giving to          those who can't.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love bears all things, believes all things,          hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;        - Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be          lost, golf clubs will rust. But giving the gift          of love will endure.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        -- Author Unknown &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The following is an ad that appeared four           days in a row in a real-life newspaper --           the last three hopelessly trying to correct           the first day's mistake.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         MONDAY: For sale: R. D. Jones has one sewing           machine for sale. Phone 948-0707 after 7 PM           and ask for Mrs. Kelly who lives with him           cheap.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         TUESDAY Notice: We regret having erred in R.           D. Jones' ad yesterday. It should have read           "One sewing machine for sale cheap. Phone           948-0707 and ask for Mrs. Kelly, who lives           with him after 7 PM."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         WEDNESDAY Notice: R. D. Jones has informed           us that he has received several annoying           telephone calls because of the error we made           in the classified ad yesterday. The ad           stands correct as follows: "For sale: R. D.           Jones has one sewing machine for sale.           Cheap. Phone 948-0707 after 7 PM and ask for           Mrs. Kelly who loves with him."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         THURSDAY Notice: I, R. D. Jones, have no           sewing machine for sale. I smashed it. Don't           call 948-0707 as I have had the phone           disconnected. I have not been carrying on           with Mrs. Kelly. Until yesterday she was my           housekeeper but she quit!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Signs warning of closed roadways are frequently        ignored in rural Minnesota, so highway workers barely        took notice when a woman drove past their sign and over        the hill to the trench they had dug in the middle of the        road. The workers explained the detour route to town,        and she went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      They were surprised, however, to see the same woman        coming toward them from town a couple of hours later.        "Oh," she said distractedly as she again pulled up next        to the trench crew. "Is it closed in this direction        too?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Knowledge is          power, if you know it about the right person.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Ethel Mumford&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122207&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2807018370113305753?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2807018370113305753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2807018370113305753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2807018370113305753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2807018370113305753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturdays-laughter-1-corinthians-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7391065002513203860</id><published>2007-12-21T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T06:47:27.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My old boss had spent some time writing software        packages for this particular program. The software        usually came as source code and was executed through an        interpreter. He started a small business selling his        custom software.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One day at a scientific meeting, he noticed another        company was showing the software with 'remarkably'        similar functionality as his own. He wandered over to        watch the demo and the longer he watched, the more        familiar it looked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Eventually, when the sales gerbil had gathered a good        crowd, he asked in a rather loud voice, "Are you using        my copyrighted copy for this?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Of course not!" the sales gerbil replied.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "So, what happens if you press [key combination]?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, humor me. Do it for me."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Ok, sir, but I can assure it you does . . ." and upon        pressing the keys . . .the large screen popped up my        boss' copyright notice.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      It was widely accepted as the biggest laugh of the show.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A man scolded his son for being so unruly           and the child rebelled against his father.           He got some of his clothes, his teddy bear           and his piggy bank and proudly announced,           "I'm running away from home!"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The father calmly decided to look at the           matter logically. "What if you get hungry?,"           he said.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Then I'll come home and eat!," bravely           declared the child.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "And what if you run out of money?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I will come home and get some!," readily           replied the child.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The man then made a final attempt, "What if           your clothes get dirty?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Then I'll come home and let mommy wash           them," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The man shook his head and exclaimed, "This           kid is not running away from home; he's           going off to college."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;On the way back to New York as I was sitting in the        Phoenix airport, they announced that the flight to Vegas        was full. The airline was looking for volunteers to give        up their seats. In exchange, they'd give you a $100        voucher for your next flight and a first class seat in        the plane leaving an hour later. About eight people ran        up to the counter to take advantage of the offer.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      About 15 seconds later all eight of those people sat        down grumpily as the lady behind the ticket counter        said,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "If there is anyone else OTHER than the flight crew        who'd like to volunteer, please step forward..."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            The avoidance of taxes is the only             intellectual pursuit that carries             any reward.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- John Maynard Keynes&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122107&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7391065002513203860?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7391065002513203860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7391065002513203860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7391065002513203860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7391065002513203860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/fridays-laughter-my-old-boss-had-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1205061576775384079</id><published>2007-12-20T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T03:31:49.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At a local coffee bar, a young woman was expounding        on her idea of the perfect mate to some of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The man I marry must be a shining light amongst        company. He must be musical. Tell jokes. Sing.        Entertain. And stay home at night!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      An old granny overheard and spoke up, "Girl, if that's        all you want, get a TV!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAYINGS BY MUSICIANS&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Never look at the trombones, it only           encourages them." Richard Strauss&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "One of the perks of being an unemployed           musician is that you get to play much less           bad music." Jack Daney&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         " After silence, that which comes nearest to           expressing the inexpressible is music."           Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Music is, by its very nature, essentially           powerless to express anything at all. Music           expresses itself. " Igor Stravinsky&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Hell is full of musical amateurs." George           Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "The drummer drives. Everybody else rides!"           Panama Francis&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Some days you get up and put the horn to           your chops and it sounds pretty good and you           win. Some days you try and nothing works and           the horn wins. This goes on and on and then           you die and the horn wins." Dizzy Gillespie           on playing the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Music is my mistress, and she plays second           fiddle to no one." Duke Ellington&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Jazz is the only music in which the same           note can be played night after night but           differently each time." Omette Coleman&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "We never play anything the same way once. "           Shelly Manne's definition of jazz musicians&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Someone who knows how to play the           accordion, and doesn't." AI Cohn's           definition of a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Music is a very hard instrument." Vido           Musso&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "The only tune they play in 4/4 is 'Take           Five!"' (unknown-talking about the Don Ellis           band)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "If I could play like Wynton (Marsalis), I           wouldn't play like Wynton. Chet Baker&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I'm too old to pimp, and too young to die,           so I'm just gon' keep playin'. Clark Terry&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A great teacher is one who realizes that he           himself is also a student and whose goal is           not dictate the answers, but to stimulate           his students creativity enough so that they           go out and find the answers themselves."           Herbie Hancock&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "To be a musician is a curse. To NOT be one           is even worse. Jack Daney&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Don't bother to look, I've composed all           this already," Gustav Mahler, to Bruno           Walter who had stopped to admire mountain           scenery in rural Austria.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I would rather play Chiquita Banana and           have my swimming pool than play Bach and           starve." Xavier Cugat&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "[Musicians talk of nothing but money and           jobs. Give me businessmen every time. They           really are interested in music and art."           Jean Sibelius, explaining why he rarely           invited musicians to his home.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Only become. a musician if there is           absolutely no other way you can make a           living." Kirke Mecham, on his life as a           composer&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         What is the voice of song, when the world           lacks the ear of taste?" Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Flint must be an extremely wealthy town: I           see that each of you bought two or three           seats." Victor Borge, playing to a           half-filled house in Flint, Michigan,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "If one hears bad music it is one's duty to           drown it by one's conversation. " Oscar           Wilde&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Critics can't even make music by rubbing           their back legs together." Mel Brooks&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Life can't be all bad when for ten dollars           you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas and           listen to them for ten years." William F.           Buckley, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "You can't possibly hear the last movement           of Beethoven's Seventh and go slow." Oscar           Levant, explaining his way out of a speeding           ticket.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Wagner's music is better than it sounds."           Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Berlioz says nothing in his music, but he           says it magnificently." James Gibbons           Hunekar&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "If a young man at the age of twenty-three           can write a symphony like that, in five           years he will be ready to commit murder."           Walter Oamrosch on Aaron Copland&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "There are still so many beautiful things to           be said in C major." Sergei Prokofiev&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I never use a score when conducting my           orchestra. Does a lion tamer enter a cage           with a book on how to tame a lion ?" Oimitri           Mitropolous&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "God tells me how the music should sound,           but you stand in the way. " Arturo Toscanini           to a trumpet player&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Already too loud! " Bruno Walter at his           first rehearsal with an American orchestra,           on seeing the players reaching for their           instruments.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "When she started to play, Steinway himself           came down personally and rubbed his name off           the piano." Bob Hope, on comedienne Phyllis           DilIer&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "In opera, there is always too much           singing." Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh how wonderful, really wonderful opera           would be if there were no singers!"           Giacchino Rossini&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I think popular music in this country is           one of the few things in the twentieth           century that has made giant strides in           reverse." Bing Crosby&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         " A ponderous orchestral absurdity." Frank           Zappa on his rock symphony debuted by the           Los Angeles Philharmonic&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "The bottom line of any country is, what did           we contribute to the world? We contributed           Louis Armstrong." Tony Bennett&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that           swing!" -Duke Ellington&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I asked my two-year-old to take his dirty clothes and        put them into the hamper.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He looked puzzled, and I explained, "You know; it's the        place where we put our dirty clothes before they're        washed."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      My son picked up his things, trotted into my bedroom,        and threw his clothes on the floor on his dad's side of        the bed. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The older I          grow, the less important the comma becomes.&lt;br /&gt;        Let the reader catch his own breath.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Elizabeth Clarkson Zwart&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;122007&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1205061576775384079?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1205061576775384079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1205061576775384079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1205061576775384079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1205061576775384079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursdays-laughter-at-local-coffee-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3439146429627992296</id><published>2007-12-18T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:29:21.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An elderly couple, Minnie and Max, sit down to their        dinner. Before eating, his wife speaks up. "Can I ask        you a question, Max?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Sure Minnie," Max says, waiting to dig into his meal.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Has our 50 years of marriage made you grateful?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes, indeed!" Max replied. "For the twenty years I was        a bachelor!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A businessman called and had a question           about the documents he needed in order to           fly to China. After a lengthy discussion           about passports, I reminded him he needed a           visa.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh no I don't, I've been to China many           times and never had to have one of those."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I double checked and sure enough, his stay           required a visa.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         When I told him this he said, "Look, I've           been to China four times and every time they           have accepted my American Express!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Beth Vorhees of public TV fame said her daughter,        Diana, a third-grader, was to give a demonstration        speech at school. She planned to demonstrate how to make        "Flies on a Log" which consists of peanut butter spread        on a stalk of celery with raisins on it.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The morning of her speech, Diana took out everything she        needed and put it on the kitchen counter, ready to take        it to school. Unfortunately, when the girl and her        mother left for school, they forgot to take the items.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Diana's mother dropped her off and went home to get the        stuff.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The celery was gone. The raisins were gone. The peanut        butter had been put away.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," said Diana's father. "I had that stuff for        breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Diana's faithful mother rushed to gather up more        ingredients and rush them to school with an apology to        the teacher and an explanation of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Gee," said Diana's teacher, "that's a first -- 'My dad        ate my homework.'"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;        You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie         your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do         while you're down there.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;        -- George Burns  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121907&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3439146429627992296?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3439146429627992296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3439146429627992296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3439146429627992296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3439146429627992296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesdays-laughter-elderly-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1860845563044331463</id><published>2007-12-17T23:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:51:50.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;One evening after dinner, a five-year-old boy noticed        that his mother had gone out and he asked his father,        "Where did mommy go?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      In answer to his question, he was told, "Mommy is at a        Tupperware party."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      This explanation satisfied him for only a moment.        Puzzled, he asked, "What's a Tupperware party, daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man had always given his son honest answers, so he        figured a simple explanation would be the best approach.        "Well, son," he said, "at a Tupperware party, a bunch of        ladies sit around and sell plastic bowls to each other."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He nodded, indicating that he understood this curious        pastime...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Then he burst out into laughter, and said, "Come on,        Dad! What is it really?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I was working in a scrap yard during           summer vacation at engineering university. I           used to work repairing construction           equipment.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         One afternoon, I was taking apart a piling           hammer that had some very large bolts           holding it together. One of the nuts had           corroded on to the bolt; to free it I           started heating the nut with an           oxy-acetylene torch. As I was doing this,           one of the dimmest apprentices I have ever           known came along. He asked me what I was           doing. I patiently explained that if I           heated the nut it would grow larger and           release its grip on the bolt so I could then           remove it.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "So things get larger when they get hot, do           they?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Suddenly, an idea flashed into my mind.           "Yes," I said, "that's why days are longer           in summer and shorter in winter."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         There was a long pause, then his face           cleared. "You know, I always wondered about           that," he said. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A famous explorer was asked to lecture at a        prestigious university about his well-known travels        throughout Africa.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Can you imagine," he began, "a people so primitive that        they love to eat the embryo of certain birds and slices        of meat ripped from the belly of certain animals? Then        they grind up grass seed, make it into a paste, burn it        over a fire, and smear it with a greasy mess they've        concocted out of the mammary secretions of yet another        animal."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The students looked startled and some even a bit queasy        at such barbarism.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The explorer then added, "What I've been describing, of        course, is a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and buttered        toast. Now, about Africa...."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Most human beings have an almost             infinite capacity for taking things             for granted.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Aldous Huxley&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121807&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1860845563044331463?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1860845563044331463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1860845563044331463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1860845563044331463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1860845563044331463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesdays-laughter-one-evening-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5970744908622609583</id><published>2007-12-16T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:17:32.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It was the end of the day when a cop parked his        police van in front of the station. As he gathered his        equipment, his K-9 partner was barking and he saw a        little boy staring in at him.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Is that a dog you got back there?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It sure is," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Puzzled, the boy looked at him and then towards the back        of the van. Finally he said, "What'd he do?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Hugh came into the office an hour late           for the third time in one week and found the           boss waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "What's the story this time. Hugh?" he asked           sarcastically. "Let's hear a good excuse for           a change."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Hugh sighed and said, "Everything went wrong           this morning. The wife decided to drive me           to the harbour. She got ready in ten           minutes, but then the ferry didn't turn up.           Rather than let you down, I swam across the           river, ran over the mountain, borrowed a           bicycle and cycled the 20 miles through the           glen to this office."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "You'll have to do better than that. Hugh,"           replied the boss, disappointed. "No woman           can be ready in ten minutes."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A gentleman was having some physical problems and his        doctor told him that he had to drink warm water with        Epsom Salts one hour before breakfast. At the end of a        week he returned and the doctor asked if he was feeling        better.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man said that he actually felt worse. "Did you drink        warm salt water an hour before breakfast each day?" the        Doc asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No," replied the man somberly, letting out a sigh. "I        could only do about 15 minutes!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           There's always somebody who is paid too            much, and taxed too little - and it's            always somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Cullen Hightower&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121707&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5970744908622609583?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5970744908622609583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5970744908622609583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5970744908622609583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5970744908622609583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-laughter-it-was-end-of-day-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-8793369651286901044</id><published>2007-12-15T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:53:27.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD NEWS // BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;(Pastoral Edition)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: The Women's Bible Study voted to send you a        get well card.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: The vote was 12-11, with one abstention.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: The Staff-Parish Team accepted the job        description you'd written just the way&lt;br /&gt;      you wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: They're now looking for someone who can        actually do it that way.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: The Trustees finally agreed to add more        parking lot space to church property.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: They're going to pave your front yard with        asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: Church attendance rose dramatically the last        three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: You were on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: Your biggest critic has left your        congregation.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: To accept an appointment as Bishop of your        Conference.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: The church youth decided to visit your house.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: In the middle of the night, with an awful lot        of toilet paper and shaving cream.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: The church accepted your request for a trip        to the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: They're only paying for airfare to Baghdad.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Good News: Your congregation held a moment of silent        respect for the passing of a faithful&lt;br /&gt;      member.&lt;br /&gt;      Bad News: It was a wild turkey. No, really, an *actual*        turkey!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Choir Tardiness Test&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         In order to measure your level of           proficiency as a choir&lt;br /&gt;         member, the following test has been           carefully developed by&lt;br /&gt;         experts. Read and reflect on each situation           and then&lt;br /&gt;         select the option that will enhance the           quality of the&lt;br /&gt;         performance.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         1. You are entering the choir loft on Sunday           morning and&lt;br /&gt;         suddenly trip and fall down. You should:&lt;br /&gt;         a. Assume a kneeling position and break into           fervent prayer.&lt;br /&gt;         b. Pretend that you've had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;         c. Crawl into the nearest chair.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2. You are a soprano and count incorrectly.           As a result&lt;br /&gt;         you boom out a high "C" one measure too           soon. You should:&lt;br /&gt;         a. Slide into an inspired "O For a Thousand           Tongues to Sing."&lt;br /&gt;         b. Look triumphant and hold on to the note.&lt;br /&gt;         c. Stop abruptly in mid squawk but keep your           lips moving.&lt;br /&gt;         d. Sink to the floor in shame.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         3. After all those long hard choir           rehearsals, you show up&lt;br /&gt;         twenty minutes late for the Christmas           musical. You&lt;br /&gt;         should:&lt;br /&gt;         a. Climb into the back row of the choir from           the baptistry.&lt;br /&gt;         b. Enter pretending to be a soundman           checking cables and&lt;br /&gt;         then suddenly slip yourself into the choir.&lt;br /&gt;         c. Turn the lights out in the church and           slip into the&lt;br /&gt;         choir during the blackout.&lt;br /&gt;         d. Read M. Stephen's pamphlet "Techniques           for Tardy&lt;br /&gt;         Appearances."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4. While singing, you discover you have only           one page of a&lt;br /&gt;         two page hymn. You should:&lt;br /&gt;         a. Hum for your life.&lt;br /&gt;         b. Sing "watermelon, watermelon,           watermelon."&lt;br /&gt;         c. Try to get another hymnal out of the           choir rack with&lt;br /&gt;         your feet.&lt;br /&gt;         d. Sing the first page over again.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         5. Inevitably that dreaded big sneeze occurs           toward the&lt;br /&gt;         end of the choir special. You should:&lt;br /&gt;         a. As you sneeze, come down hard on your           neighbor's foot&lt;br /&gt;         to create a diversion.&lt;br /&gt;         b. Try to make it harmonize.&lt;br /&gt;         c. Sneeze into the hair of the choir member           in front of&lt;br /&gt;         you to muffle the noise.&lt;br /&gt;         d. Sink to the floor in shame.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Count the number of A's, B's, C's, and D's           you checked and&lt;br /&gt;         find your proficiency rating below:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4 or more A's... there is nothing more you           need to know to&lt;br /&gt;         be a first rate choir member.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4 or more B's... your church choir reflexes           are fully&lt;br /&gt;         developed and you should do well in choir.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4 or more C's... your church choral           experience is spotty&lt;br /&gt;         but your team spirit is on target. You will           be an asset&lt;br /&gt;         to most any choir.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4 or more D's... it is recommended you take           soccer or group&lt;br /&gt;         therapy counseling.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Kyle and Justin were about to eat with the baby        sitter when&lt;br /&gt;      6-year-old Kyle said, "You can't sit in Daddy's seat!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Daddy's not home," the baby sitter replied. "Since I'm        responsible for you while he's gone, I can sit here.        Today I'm the boss."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Justin, the 4 year old, quickly piped up, "If you're the        boss, you sit need to sit over there in Mommy's chair!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You live and          learn. At any rate, you live.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Douglas Adams&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-8793369651286901044?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8793369651286901044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=8793369651286901044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8793369651286901044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8793369651286901044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-funnies-good-news-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5439859615626415013</id><published>2007-12-15T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:34:40.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Riddles&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      What do you have in December that you don't have in any        other month?&lt;br /&gt;      The letter "D".&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What do you call a polar bear wearing ear muffs?&lt;br /&gt;      Anything you want. He can't hear you!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What do you call a chicken at the North Pole?&lt;br /&gt;      Lost.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Just before Christmas, an honest politician, a generous        lawyer and Santa Claus were riding in the elevator of a        very posh hotel. Just before the doors opened they all        noticed a $20 bill lying on the floor. Which one picked        it up?&lt;br /&gt;      Santa of course, because the other two don't exist!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What happened when Santa's cat swallowed a ball of yarn?       &lt;br /&gt;      She had mittens.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What do you call it when your Christmas tree explodes?       &lt;br /&gt;      A tannen-bomb. (tannenbaum)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What's red and white and red and white and red and        white?&lt;br /&gt;      Santa Claus rolling down a hill.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Where did the mistletoe go to become rich and famous?       &lt;br /&gt;      Holly-wood.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Why did Frosty go to live in the middle of the ocean?       &lt;br /&gt;      Because snow man is an island. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A man went to his psychiatrist and said,           "What's wrong with me? I'm afraid of Santa."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The psychiatrist said, "You must be           Claustrofobic."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor's        office.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Is it true," she wanted to know, "that the medication        you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes, I'm afraid so," the doctor told her.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      There was a moment of silence before the senior lady        replied, "I'm wondering, then, just how serious is my        condition. This prescription is marked 'NO REFILLS'." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            We can't all be heroes because             somebody has to sit on the curb and             clap as they go by.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Will Rogers&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121507&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5439859615626415013?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5439859615626415013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5439859615626415013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5439859615626415013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5439859615626415013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturdays-laughter-christmas-riddles.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-7175555716829372840</id><published>2007-12-14T02:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:49:06.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A good friend of mine warned me that, as my three        daughters became old enough to date, I'd disapprove of        every young man who took them out.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      But when the time came, I was pleased that my friend's        pre- diction was wrong. Each boy was pleasant and well        mannered.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Talking to my daughter Joanna one day, I said that I        liked all the young men she and her sisters brought        home.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You know, Dad," she replied, "we don't show you        everybody." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;One of the students in my college seminar           could not take his final exam because of a           funeral, so I told him he could make it up           the following week.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The following week rolled around and he said           he couldn't take it then due to another           funeral.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Well, alright," I said, "but you'll *have*           to take the test next week. I can't keep           postponing it."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I'll take it next week for sure," he           replied, "unless someone else dies."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Well, that raised the red flag of my           suspicion even higher. "How can so many           people you know pass away in just three           weeks?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh, I don't know any of these people," he           answered, "but I'm the only gravedigger in           town."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My quiet Saturday morning ended abruptly when my        12-year-old son, Billy, and one of his friends burst        through the door.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Hey Dad, announced Billy, "have you met the new        neighbors?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Come on Dad, you have to meet them."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Some other time; I'm busy."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Dad, you have to meet them now."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      From the urgency in Billy's voice, I assumed the        neighbors were waiting outside. I set aside my project        and went to the front of the house. No one was there.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Where are they?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, Dad," he explained, "we haven't met them yet        either, but our baseball is in their living room!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is dangerous              for a national candidate to say              things that people might              remember.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Eugene McCarthy&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121407&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-7175555716829372840?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7175555716829372840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=7175555716829372840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7175555716829372840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/7175555716829372840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/fridays-laughter-good-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2076920978326081658</id><published>2007-12-13T00:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:22:43.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Have Yourself a Microsoft Christmas*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through         the house not a creature was stirring, except Papa's         mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were         hopping, as Papa did last-minute Internet shopping.         The stockings were hung by the modem with care in         hopes that St. Nicholas would bring new software.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       The children were nestled all snug in their beds,         while visions of computer games danced in their         heads. PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan, and         Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa         had been sent out by Mom, to santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com         - Which has now been re-routed to Washington State         because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill         Gates.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle to         flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle. After         centuries of a life that was simple and spare, St.         Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire, with a shiny         red Porsche in the place of his sleigh, and a house         on Lake Washington that's just down the way from         where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens in         black Gucci boots and red Calvin jeans. The elves         have stock options and desks with a view, here they         write computer code for Johnny and Sue.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums         will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS with         the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive, from now         on Christmas runs only on Win95. More rapid than         eagles the competitors came, Bill whistled, and         shouted, and called them by name. "Now, ADOBE! now,         CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too, now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE!         you're all of you through, it is Microsoft's SANTA         that the kids can't resist, it's the ultimate         software with a traditional twist - recommended by         no less than the jolly old elf, and on the package,         a picture of Santa himself.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme,         and a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. To         the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow! Now         dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!" And Mama in         her 'kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled down         for a long winter's nap, when out on the lawn there         arose such a clatter, the whir and the hum of our         satellite platter, as it turned toward that new         Christmas star in the sky, the SANTALITE owned by         the Microsoft guy.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, my         computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound. And         there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates next to         jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. And I heard         them exclaim in voices so bright,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       "A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"        &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;This guy is walking with his friend, who           happens to be a psychologist. He says to           this friend, "I'm a walking economy."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The friend asks, "How so?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "My hair line is in recession, my stomach is           a victim of inflation, and both of these           together are putting me into a deep           depression!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A dietician was once addressing a large audience in        Chicago. "The material we put into our stomachs is        enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years        ago. Red meat is awful. Vegetables can be disastrous,        and none of us realizes the germs in our drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of        all and we all of us eat it. Can anyone here tell me        what lethal product I'm referring to? You, sir, in the        first row, please give us your idea."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man lowered his head and said, "Wedding cake."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look for the          ridiculous in everything and you will find it.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Jules Renard&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121307&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2076920978326081658?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2076920978326081658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2076920978326081658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2076920978326081658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2076920978326081658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursdays-laughter-have-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3219655042096887546</id><published>2007-12-11T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:32:30.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;           &lt;i&gt;I publish from Oklahoma which has            been hard hit by wintery freezing rain            that caused great disruption of much            electrical service. This did not            directly affect me, but something caused            our internet connection to go down for            about a day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A doctor examined a woman, took the husband aside,        and said: "I don't like the looks of your wife at all."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Me either doc." said the husband. "But she's a great        cook and really good with the kids."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Doug asks, "I know you're crazy about           that little daughter of yours, Bill. What           are you going to do when she starts to           date?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Bill says, "I figure I'll take the first           young man aside, put my arm around his           shoulder, and pull him close to me so that           only he can hear. Then I'll say, "Do you see           that sweet, little young lady? She's my only           daughter, and I love her very much. If you           were thinking about touching, kissing, or           being physically affectionate to her in any           way, just remember... I don't mind going           back to prison." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An old fellow came into the hospital truly on death's        door due to an infected gallbladder. The surgeon who        removed the gallbladder was adamant that his patients be        up and walking in the hall the day after surgery, to        help prevent blood clots forming in the leg veins. The        nurses walked the patient in the hall as ordered, and        after the third day the nurse told how he complained        bitterly each time they did. The surgeon told them to        keep walking him.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After a week, the patient was ready to go. His family        came to pick him up and thanked the surgeon profusely        for what he had done for their father. The surgeon was        pleased and appreciated the thanks, but told them that        it was really a simple operation and we had been lucky        to get him in time.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "But doctor, you don't understand," they said, "Dad        hasn't walked in over a year!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p align="right"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;          The sad truth is that excellence makes           people nervous.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--           Shana Alexander  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121207&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3219655042096887546?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3219655042096887546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3219655042096887546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3219655042096887546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3219655042096887546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesdays-laughter-i-publish-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2716990512522434584</id><published>2007-12-09T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:53:19.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A customer at Green's Gourmet Grocery marveled at the        proprietor's quick wit and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Tell me, Green, what makes you so smart?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I wouldn't share my secret with just anyone," Green        replies, lowering his voice so the other shoppers won't        hear. "But since you're a good and faithful customer,        I'll let you in on it. Fish heads. You eat enough of        them, you'll be positively brilliant."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You sell them here?" the customer asks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Only $4 apiece," says Green.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The customer buys three. A week later, he's back in the        store complaining that the fish heads were disgusting        and he isn't any smarter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You didn't eat enough," says Green. The customer goes        home with 20 more fish heads. Two weeks later, he's back        and this time he's really angry.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Hey, Green," he says, "You're selling me fish heads for        $4 a piece when I can buy the whole fish for $2. You're        ripping me off!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "You see?" says Green. "You're smarter already."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Teacher: What is the axis of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Student: The axis of the earth is an           imaginary line which passes from one pole to           the other, and on which the earth revolves.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Teacher: Very good. Now, could you hang           clothes on that line?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Student: Yes, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Teacher: Indeed, and what sort of clothes?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Student: Imaginary clothes, Sir.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An old man saw a very tired infantryman resting after        a hard foot march. The man said with disdain: "When I        was of your age I thought nothing of a ten-mile hike."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, I don't think much of it either," replied the GI.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It takes          hundreds of nuts to hold a car together, but it          takes only one of them to scatter it all over          the highway.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Evan Esar, Esar's Comic Dictionary&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;121007&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2716990512522434584?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2716990512522434584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2716990512522434584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2716990512522434584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2716990512522434584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/mondays-laughter-customer-at-greens.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1639990724882618477</id><published>2007-12-09T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:20:24.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When my children were little, I read the Nativity        story out of our big family Bible every Christmas        morning.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When my youngest was old enough to talk, she asked me        what a stable was.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I thought for a moment, trying to come up with an        explanation that she would understand.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Before I could reply, however, my husband said, "It's        something like your sister's room, but without a        stereo."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone has stated that           the three&lt;br /&gt;         phrases that best sum up the Christmas&lt;br /&gt;         season are:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Peace on Earth",&lt;br /&gt;         "Goodwill to Men" and&lt;br /&gt;         "Batteries not included."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A Sunday school teacher was teaching on heaven to a        class of kindergarten aged students.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She asked them, "Kids if I sell my house and my car, and        give all the money to the poor, do I get to go heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The children in unison replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      She asked them again, "What if I quit my job and spend        all my time helping orphans, then do I go to heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The children again replied "No."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The teacher then asked the children, "Okay, just how do        I get to heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Little Tommy in the back row slipped up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes Tommy, how do I get to heaven?" the teacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He replied, "You gotta be dead first!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The best          minds are not in government.&lt;br /&gt;        If any were, business would hire them away.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Ronald Reagan&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120907&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1639990724882618477?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1639990724882618477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1639990724882618477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1639990724882618477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1639990724882618477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-funnies-when-my-children-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5518866950027583908</id><published>2007-12-07T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:24:14.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It seems a gentleman had too much alcohol at a party,        was heading home, and was pulled over by a state        trooper. Upon being tested, the fellow couldn't walk a        straight line any more than he could drive one, so the        trooper wrote out a ticket and had just given it to the        driver before an accident in the opposite lane took his        attention to more important matters.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The inebriated driver, figuring that the trooper wasn't        coming back to him, drove home and went to bed. he was        awakened in the morning by a knock at the door, created        by two more state troopers.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Are you Mr. Johnson?" the asked? He admitted that he        was.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Were you pulled over at Main Street last night for        driving under the influence?" Again, the man admitted        that was he.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "And what did you do then," the troopers asked." The man        replied that he drove his car home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Where is your car now?" the troopers enquired. The man        answered that it was in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "May we see the car?" asked the troopers. The man        answered, "Sure," and opened the garage.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Inside the garage was the state troopers car.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog Property Rules&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         1. If I like it, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2. If its in my mouth, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4. If I had it a little while ago, it's           mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         5. If I'm chewing something up, all the           pieces are mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         6. If its mine, it must never appear to be           yours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         8. If I saw it first, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         9. If you are playing with something and you           put it down, it automatically becomes mine.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         10. If its broken, it's yours. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Two thieves decided to break into a rich man's house        one night. To avoid being seen by anyone they decided to        enter through the chimney. Unaware that the rich man was        at home the first thief began to climb down the chimney,        quite noisily.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Who's there?" asked the rich man.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Meow, meow," said the first thief imitating a cat.        Convinced that it was only a cat the rich man went back        to watching the television. After a while the second        thief began to make his way down the chimney, just as        noisily as the first thief.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Who's there?" asked the rich man once again.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Convinced that he could trick the rich man the second        thief replied quite confidently:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      " It's just another cat, sir!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read, every          day, something no one else is reading.&lt;br /&gt;        Think, every day, something no one else is          thinking.&lt;br /&gt;        Do, every day, something no one else would be          silly enough to do.&lt;br /&gt;        It is bad for the mind to be always part of          unanimity.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Christopher Morley&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120807&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5518866950027583908?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5518866950027583908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5518866950027583908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5518866950027583908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5518866950027583908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturdays-laughter-it-seems-gentleman.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-989736406620001571</id><published>2007-12-07T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:10:59.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I was in line at a restaurant. In front of me was a        mother with her college-age son and his girlfriend. It        was in the middle of the dinner rush, and many customers        were restless at the long wait, but the young couple,        holding hands and kissing, were oblivious to everything        around them.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Although clearly not approving, the mother was silent        until one prolonged kiss when the young man had his face        and hands buried in his girlfriend's long, curly locks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Do you have to do that here?" the embarrassed mother        asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm not doing anything, Mom," came her son's muffled        voice. "My earring's caught in her hair." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Rummaging through her attic one day, my           friend Kathryn found an old shotgun. Unsure           how to dispose of it, she called her           parents.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Take it to the police station," her mother           suggested. My friend was about to hang up           when her mom added....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "And, Kathryn?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Yes, mom?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Call them first and let them know you're           coming." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It was my first time in a casino, and I wanted to        play the slot machines. Catching the eye of an        attendant, I said, "Excuse me, but I've never played        before. How does this machine work?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man showed me how to insert my coins, push the        buttons telling the machine how many of them to bet, and        pull the lever or hit the "Spin" button.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "And where does the money come out?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He pointed to a machine against the wall, smiled and        said, "Most people find the only sure place the money        comes out is from the ATM machine."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td  style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is no              expedient to which a man will              not go to avoid the labor of              thinking.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Thomas A. Edison&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120707&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-989736406620001571?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/989736406620001571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=989736406620001571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/989736406620001571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/989736406620001571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/fridays-laughter-i-was-in-line-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2877916125506805076</id><published>2007-12-06T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:54:10.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;       Happy Birthday Glendel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;As a Teacher's Assistant at a public school, part of        my job involves working with small groups of children.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One day I was in charge of a few second-graders, who        were working diligently and concentrating on their        artwork.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      As I sat down and reached across the little table to        help a student, he remarked that something smelled good.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I was pleased that he had noticed my new perfume and was        just about to say something when I saw him hold a        felt-tip marker up to his nose and give a big sniff.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yep," he said, "new markers!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;During the Persian Gulf War, my Marine           Corps unit had to dig foxholes every time we           changed positions. Once, when a private was           making his trench, he complained to our           sergeant, "Why do we have to do this stupid           digging?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Then there was a loud exlosion a hundred           feet away.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "What was that?" asked the private.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "That," replied the sergeant, is called           incentive."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The farmer's son was returning from the market with        the crate of chicken's his father had entrusted to him,        when all of a sudden the box fell and broke open.        Chickens scurried off in different directions, but the        determined boy walked all over the neighborhood scooping        up the wayward birds and returning them to the repaired        crate. Hoping he had found them all, the boy reluctantly        returned home, expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Pa, the chickens got loose," the boy confessed sadly,        "but I managed to find all twelve of them."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well, you did real good, son," the farmer beamed. "You        left with seven."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Why do advertisements say "new and             improved" How can it be new if it's             been improved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2877916125506805076?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2877916125506805076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2877916125506805076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2877916125506805076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2877916125506805076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursdays-laughter-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2562355654393940249</id><published>2007-12-05T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:02:37.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dec 25&lt;/i&gt; My dearest darling Edward,          &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;What a wonderful surprise has just           greeted me! That sweet partridge, in that           lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting,           romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and           thank you. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Your deeply loving, Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Dec. 26&lt;/i&gt; Beloved Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The two turtle-doves arrived this           morning, and are cooing away in the           pear-tree as I write. I'm so touched and           grateful! &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;With undying love, as always, Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dec. 27&lt;/i&gt; My darling Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;You do think of the most original           presents! Who ever thought of sending           anybody three French hens? Do they really           come all the way from France? It's a pity we           have no chicken coops, but I expect we'll           find some. Anyway, thank-you so much;           they're lovely. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Your devoted, Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dec. 28&lt;/i&gt; Dearest Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;What a surprise! Four calling birds           arrived this morning. They are very sweet,           even if they do call rather loudly - they           make telephoning almost impossible - but I           expect they'll calm down when they get used           to their new home. Anyway, I'm very           grateful, of course I am. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Love from Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dec. 29&lt;/i&gt; Dearest Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The mailman has just delivered five most           beautiful gold rings, one for each finger,           and all fitting perfectly! A really lovely           present! Lovelier, in a way, than birds,           which do take rather a lot of looking after.           The four that arrived yesterday are still           making a terrible row, and I'm afraid none           of us got much sleep last night. Mother says           she wants to use the rings to "wring" their           necks. Mother has such a sense of humour.           This time she's only joking, I think, but I           do know what she means. Still, I love the           rings. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Bless you, Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Dec. 30&lt;/i&gt; Dear Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Whatever I expected to find when I opened           the front door this morning, it certainly           wasn't six socking great geese laying eggs           all over the porch. Frankly, I rather hoped           that you had stopped sending me birds. We           have no room for them, and they've already           ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant           well, but let's call a halt, shall we? &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Love, Emily&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dec. 31&lt;/i&gt; Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I thought I said NO MORE BIRDS. This           morning I woke up to find no more than seven           swans, all trying to get into our tiny           goldfish pond. I'd rather not think what's           happened to the goldfish. The whole house           seems to be full of birds, to say nothing of           what they leave behind them, so please,           please, stop! &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Your Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jan 1 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to           do with eight milkmaids? And their cows! Is           this some kind of a joke? If so, I'm afraid           I don't find it very amusing. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jan. 2&lt;/i&gt; Look here, Edward, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;This has gone far enough. You say you're           sending me nine ladies dancing. All I can           say is, judging from the way they dance,           they're certainly not ladies. The village           just isn't accustomed to seeing a regiment           of shameless viragos, cavorting round the           green, and it's mother and I who get the           blame. If you value our friendship, which I           do (less and less), kindly stop this           ridiculous behaviour at once! &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jan 3 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;As I write this letter, 10 disgusting old           men are prancing up and down all over what           used to be the garden, before the geese and           the swans and the cows got at it. And           several of them, I have just noticed, are           being a nuisance with the milkmaids.           Meanwhile the neighbours are trying to have           us evicted. I shall never speak to you           again. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jan 4 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;This is the last straw! You know I detest           bagpipes! The place has now become something           between a menagerie and a madhouse, and a           man from the council has just declared it           unfit for habitation. At least Mother has           been spared this last outrage; they took her           away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance to           a home for the bewildered. I hope you're           satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;i&gt;Jan 5&lt;/i&gt; Sir, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham,           instructs me to inform you that with the           arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning           of the entire percussion section of the           Boston Symphony Orchestra, and several of           their friends, she has no course left open           to her but to seek an injunction to prevent           you importuning her further. I am making           arrangements for the return of much assorted           livestock. I am, &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Sir, yours faithfully, G. Creep Attorney           at law&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Stages of Man&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The 3 stages of man:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           He believes in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;           He doesn't believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;           He is Santa Claus.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Those              who speak most of progress              measure it by quantity and not              by quality.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- George Santayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120507&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2562355654393940249?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2562355654393940249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2562355654393940249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2562355654393940249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2562355654393940249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/wednesdays-laughter-dec-25-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3132565257405365674</id><published>2007-12-04T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:02:19.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:6;"  &gt;       &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Dana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...I was in the hospital        again for a week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When I was 28, I was teaching English in a high        school where occasionally the faculty and staff were        allowed to dress down. One of those days I donned a        sweatshirt and slacks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A student came in, and his eyes widened. "Wow!" he        exclaimed. "You should wear clothes like that every day.        You look twenty, maybe even thirty years younger." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;As a department head stationed on a Navy           vessel, I was con- cerned about one of my           senior enlisted men. He was a superb           technician, but he had a problem taking           orders. One day I took him aside and           suggested he try something that had worked           for me.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Whenever an officer gives you a directive           that you think is stupid," I told him, "just           say, 'Yes, sir.' But in your mind, think,           'You're an idiot!' Will this work for you?"          &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         He smiled at me and replied, "Yes, sir!" &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;One morning I was called to pick up my son at the        school nurse's office. When I walked through the main        entrance, I noticed a woman, curlers in her hair,        wearing pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Why are you dressed like that?" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I told my son," she explained, "that if he ever did        anything to embarrass me, I would embarrass him back. He        was caught cutting school. So now I've come to spend the        day with him!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Liberty means          responsibility. That is why most men dread it.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;120407&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3132565257405365674?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3132565257405365674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3132565257405365674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3132565257405365674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3132565257405365674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesdays-laughter-happy-birthday-dana.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-2812415763838900956</id><published>2007-11-22T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:45:30.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My husband, a U. S. Coast Guard pilot, was doing a        tour of duty on an exchange program with the Royal Navy        in England. Everyone who drove through the base's gate        was required to hold up their official identification        card for inspection by the guards.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Over the years, the guards got to know the cars and        drivers and so instead of coming to a complete stop, the        driver would merely slow down and flash his ID, at which        point the guards would wave the car through.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      As a friendly competition, my husband's squadron started        flashing different forms of ID, such as merely their        driver's license, just to see how far one of them could        go in fooling the gate guards.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The winner was a fellow who breezed through the gates        one day waving a piece of toast.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips to Improve Your Writing&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         1. Avoid alliteration. Always.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2. Never use a long word when a diminutive           one will do.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         3. Employ the vernacular.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4. Eschew ampersands &amp;amp; abbreviations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         5. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant)           are unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         6. Remember to never split an infinitive.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         7. Contractions aren't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         8. Foreign words and phrases are not           apropos.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         9. One should never generalize.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         10. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo           Emerson said, "I hate quotations. Tell me           what you know."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         11. Comparisons are as bad as clichés.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         12. Don't be redundant; don't use more words           than necessary; it's highly superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         13. Be more or less specific.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         14. Understatement is always best.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         15. One-word sentences? Eliminate.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         16. Analogies in writing are like feathers           on a snake.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         17. The passive voice is to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         18. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid           colloquialisms.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         19. Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it           should be derailed.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         20. Who needs rhetorical questions?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         21. Exaggeration is a billion times worse           than understatement.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         22. Don't never use a double negation.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         23. capitalize every sentence and remember           always end it with point&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         24. Do not put statements in the negative           form.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         25. Verbs have to agree with their subjects.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         26. Proofread carefully to see if you words           out.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         27. If you reread your work, you can find on           rereading a great deal of repetition can be           avoided by rereading and editing.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         28. A writer must not shift your point of           view.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         29. And don't start a sentence with a           conjunction. (Remember, too, a preposition           is a terrible word to end a sentence with.)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         30. Don't overuse exclamation marks!!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         31. Place pronouns as close as possible,           especially in long sentences, as of 10 or           more words, to the I antecedents.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         32. Writing carefully, dangling participles           must be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         33. If any word is improper at the end of a           sentence, a linking verb is.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         34. Take the bull by the hand and avoid           mixing metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         35. Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         36. Everyone should be careful to use a           singular pronoun with singular nouns in           their writing.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         37. Always pick on the correct idiom.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         38. The adverb always follows the verb.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         39. Last but not least, avoid clichés like           the plague; They're old hat; seek viable           alternatives.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Did you hear about the banker who was recently        arrested for embezzling $100,000 to pay for his        daughter's college education?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      As the policeman, who also had a daughter in college,        was leading him away in handcuffs, he said to the        banker, "I have just one question for you. Where were        you going to get the rest of the money?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td  style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Comedy is          simply a funny way of being serious.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Peter Ustinov&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;112307&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-2812415763838900956?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2812415763838900956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=2812415763838900956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2812415763838900956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/2812415763838900956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/fridays-laughter-my-husband-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1346373015448968771</id><published>2007-11-21T15:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:04:47.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY'S FORECAST:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Turkeys will thaw in the morning, then warm in the oven        to an afternoon high of 350 degrees. The kitchen will        turn hot and humid, and if you bother the cook, be ready        for a severe squall or cold shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      During the late afternoon and evening, the cold front of        a knife will slice through the turkey, causing an        accumulation of one to two inches on plates. Mashed        potatoes will drift across one side while cranberry        sauce creates slippery spots on the other. Please pass        the gravy.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A weight watch and indigestion warning have been issued        for the entire area, with increased stuffiness around        the beltway. During the evening, the turkey will        diminish and taper off to leftovers, dropping to a low        of 34 degrees in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Looking ahead to Friday and Saturday, high pressure to        eat turkey sandwiches will be established. Flurries of        leftovers can be expected both days with a 50 percent        chance of scattered soup late in the day. We expect a        warming trend where soup develops. By early next week,        eating pressure will be low as the only wish left will        be the bone.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ABCs of Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Although things are not perfect            &lt;br /&gt;           Because of trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;           Continue in thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;           Do not begin to blame&lt;br /&gt;           Even when the times are hard&lt;br /&gt;           Fierce winds are bound to blow&lt;br /&gt;           God is forever able&lt;br /&gt;           Hold on to what you know&lt;br /&gt;           Imagine life without His love&lt;br /&gt;           Joy would cease to be&lt;br /&gt;           Keep thanking Him for all the things            &lt;br /&gt;           Love imparts to thee&lt;br /&gt;           Move out of "Camp Complaining"&lt;br /&gt;           No weapon that is known&lt;br /&gt;           On earth can yield the power&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;Praise can do alone&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;Quit looking at the future&lt;br /&gt;           Redeem the time at hand&lt;br /&gt;           Start every day with worship&lt;br /&gt;           To "thank" is a command&lt;br /&gt;           Until we see Him coming&lt;br /&gt;           Victorious in the sky&lt;br /&gt;           We'll run the race with gratitude            &lt;br /&gt;           Xalting God most high&lt;br /&gt;           Yes, there'll be good times and yes             some will be bad, but...&lt;br /&gt;           Zion waits in glory... where none             are ever sad! &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving Blessing&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      May your stuffing be tasty,&lt;br /&gt;      May your holiday turkey be plump,&lt;br /&gt;      May your potatoes 'n gravy&lt;br /&gt;      Have nary a lump,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      May your yams be delicious&lt;br /&gt;      May your pie take the prize&lt;br /&gt;      May your Holiday Dinner&lt;br /&gt;      Stay off your thighs. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;         A happy childhood is poor preparation for human          contacts.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--          Colette  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;112107&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1346373015448968771?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1346373015448968771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1346373015448968771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1346373015448968771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1346373015448968771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesdays-laughter-todays-forecast.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1438090342076339881</id><published>2007-11-19T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:48:44.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An American manufacturer is showing his machine        factory to a potential customer from Albania. At noon,        when the lunch whistle blows, two thousand men and women        immediately stop work and leave the building.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Your workers, they're escaping!" cries the visitor.        "You've got to stop them."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Don't worry, they'll be back," says the American. And        indeed, at exactly one o'clock the whistle blows again,        and all the workers return from their break.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When the tour is over, the manufacturer turns to his        guest and says, "Well, now, which of these machines        would you like to order?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Forget the machines," says the visitor. "How much do        you want for that whistle?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Know You've Turned Into a Mom           When...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - You automatically double-knot everything           you tie.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You find yourself humming the Barney song           as you do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You hear a baby cry in the grocery store,           and you start to gently sway back and forth,           back and forth. However, your children are           at school!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You actually start to like the smell of           strained carrots mixed with applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You weep through the scene in Dumbo when           his mom is taken away, not to mention what           Bambi does to you.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You get so into crafts you contemplate           writing a book called 101 Fun Crafts to do           with Dryer Lint and Eggshells.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You spend a half hour searching for your           sunglasses only to have your teenager say,           "Mom, why don't you wear the ones you pushed           up on your head?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         - You are out for a nice romantic meal with           your husband, enjoying some real adult           conversation, when suddenly you realize that           you've reached over and started to cut up           his steak! &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;While waiting in line at the bank, a coworker        developed a very loud case of hiccups. By the time he        reached the teller's window, the hiccups seemed to have        worsened. The teller took my friend's check and        proceeded to run a computer verification of his account.        After a minute she looked up from her terminal with a        frown and said that she would be unable to cash his        check.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Why not?" my friend asked incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm sorry, sir," she replied, "but our computer        indicates that you do not have sufficient funds to cover        this amount. As a matter of fact," she continued, "our        records show your account overdrawn in excess of $5000."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It CAN'T be!" he cried. "You have GOT to be kidding!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes, I am," she answered with a big smile, counting out        his cash. "But you will notice that your hiccups are        gone." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A             good listener is not only popular             everywhere, but after a while he             gets to know something.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Wilson Mizner&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;112007&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1438090342076339881?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1438090342076339881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1438090342076339881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1438090342076339881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1438090342076339881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesdays-laughter-american-manufacturer.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1856831282867879077</id><published>2007-11-18T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:10:46.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TALKING TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;What does a turkey say? "Gobble, gobble, gobble"?        Not always!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A jewelry-lovin' turkey? "Bauble bauble bauble"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A dyslexic turkey say? "Boggle boggle boggle"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A turkey in the shoe repair shop say? "Cobble cobble        cobble"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A turkey with a sore leg say? "Hobble hobble hobble."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A football turkey say? "Huddle, huddle, huddle"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A dieting turkey: "Nibble, nibble nibble."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A one-legged Cockney turkey "'Obble 'obble 'obble"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A turkey who argues a lot: "Squabble squabble squabble."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What does Dr. Seuss' turkey say? "Tweedle beetle paddle        battle puddle wobble hobble gobble."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Then there was the dizzy Turkey who just went: "Wobble        wobble wobble!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;         But I just couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;         I tried counting backwards,&lt;br /&gt;         I tried counting sheep&lt;br /&gt;         The leftovers beckoned&lt;br /&gt;         The dark meat and white,&lt;br /&gt;         But I fought the temptation with all of my           might.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Tossing and turning with anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;         The thought of a snack became infatuation!&lt;br /&gt;         So I raced to the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;         Flung open the door,&lt;br /&gt;         And gazed at the fridge full of goodies           galore.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;         Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;         I felt myself swelling so plump and so           round,&lt;br /&gt;         Till all of a sudden, I rose off the           ground!!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         I crashed through the ceiling, floated into           the sky&lt;br /&gt;         With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of           pie,&lt;br /&gt;         But I managed to yell&lt;br /&gt;         as I soared past the trees ...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         HAPPY EATING TO ALL,&lt;br /&gt;         PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE!!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;THE TRUTH ABOUT THANKSGIVING&lt;br /&gt;        ... edited from a longer piece        written by Jonathan P. Bernick&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      This week America celebrates the holiday of        Thanksgiving, or as it is known outside the United        States, "Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Families separated for months or years will reunite, and        shortly afterwards remember why they separated.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Thanksgiving is, of course, a holiday invented by        grocers and farmers to allow them to sell huge        quantities of disgusting "traditional" foods that no one        in his right mind would eat otherwise, such as squash.        The average squash is a triumph of minimalism wherein        Nature manages to convert mud into a plant without        bothering to change its taste and texture.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Attempts to improve the mud-like flavor of squash by the        addition of delicate seasonings and spices have produced        dishes that taste, at best, like delicately seasoned and        spiced mud. A master chef, faced with the necessity of        making a palatable squash dish, would throw in his funny        hat and become a short-order cook at Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Throughout the nation, those wretched souls condemned to        schools, colleges and universities will breathe a bit        easier, eager in their anticipation of four days        surcease from education. The students are pretty happy        about the long weekend vacation, too.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Never answer          a critic, unless he's right.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Bernard M. Baruch&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111907&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1856831282867879077?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1856831282867879077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1856831282867879077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1856831282867879077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1856831282867879077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/mondays-laughter-talking-turkey-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1494081702623974396</id><published>2007-11-17T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:36:32.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;BULLETIN BLOOPERS&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Next Friday we will be serving hot gods for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      If you would like to make a donation, fill out a form,        enclose a check and drip in the collection basket.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Nov. 11: An evening of boweling at Lincoln Country Club.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Women's Luncheon: Each member bring a sandwich. Polly        Phillips will give the medication.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Karen's beautiful solo: "It is Well With My Solo."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Congratulations to Tim and Ronda on the birth of their        daughter October 12 thru 17.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      If you choose to heave during the Postlude, please do so        quietly.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      We are grateful for the help of those who cleaned up the        grounds around the church building and the rector.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Hymn: "I Love Thee My Ford."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Sign-up sheet for anyone wishing to be water baptized on        the table in the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Newsletters are not being sent to absentees because of        their weight.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Helpers are needed! Please sign up on the information        sheep.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The Advent Retreat will be held in the lover level of        St. Mary's Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The District Superintendent will be meeting with the        church boared.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      As soon as the weather clears up, the men will have a        goof outing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Fifth Sinday is Lent.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Thank you, dead friends.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Diana and Don request your presents at their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Lent is a period for preparing for Holy Weed and Easter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget all His benefits.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      For the word of God is quick and powerful... piercing        even to the dividing asunder of soup and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peach to men.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Definition: Persons who are shut-in during bath weather.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The lovers in the exhaust fan are not working.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Volunteers are needed to spit up food.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      We pray that our people will jumble themselves.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Prodigal Son Parable in the Key of           "F"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Feeling footloose and frisky, a           feather-brained fellow forced his fond           father to fork over the family finances. He           flew far to foreign fields and frittered his           fortune feasting fabulously with faithless           friends. Finally facing famine and fleeced           by his fellows in folly, he found himself a           feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard. Fairly           famished he fain would have filled his frame           with the foraged foods of the fodder           fragments left by the filthy farmyard           creatures. 'Fooey', he said, 'My father's           flunkies fare far fancier,' the frazzled           fugitive found feverishly, frankly facing           facts. Frustrated by failure and filled with           foreboding he forthwith fled to his family.           Falling at his father's feet, he floundered           forlornly. 'Father, I have flunked and           fruitlessly forfeited family favour.'&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         But the faithful father, forestalling           further flinching frantically flagged the           flunkies. 'Fetch forth the finest fatling           and fix a feast.' But the fugitive's           fault-finding frater frowned on the fickle           forgiveness of the former folderol. His fury           flashed.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         But fussing was futile, for the far-sighted           father figured, such filial fidelity is           fine, but what forbids fervent festivity?           The fugitive is found! "Unfurl the flags,           with fanfares flaring! Let fun and frolic           freely flow!" "Former failure is forgotten,           folly is forsaken! And forgiveness forms the           foundation for future fortitude."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;"One of our co-workers went missing for a few hours,        and we tore up the place looking for him. The boss        finally found him fast asleep. Rather than wake him, he        quietly placed a note on the man's chest...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "As long as you're asleep," it read, "you have a job.        But as soon as you wake up, you're fired!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The best way          to keep children home is to make the home          atmosphere pleasant--and let the air out of the          tires.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Dorothy Parker&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111807&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1494081702623974396?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1494081702623974396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1494081702623974396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1494081702623974396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1494081702623974396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-funnies-bulletin-bloopers-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1683332676019420364</id><published>2007-11-16T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:59:20.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;David's colleague at a package-processing center was        trapped in a small rest room by a lock that was        incorrectly installed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When he was finally discovered, David and another worker        were able to open the door with some difficulty. The        lock was still jammed, so they blocked the door open        while a maintenance worker was called.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A bit later, David noticed the door was closed again. He        jiggled the doorknob and a voice from inside called,        "Get me out!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Don't worry," David replied. "Maintenance should be        sending somebody."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "They did," replied the voice.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The businessman dragged himself home and           barely made it to his chair before he           dropped, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         His sympathetic wife was right there with a           tall cool drink and a comforting word.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "My, you look tired," she said. "You must           have had a hard day today. What happened to           make you so exhausted?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "It was terrible," her husband said, "The           computer broke down and all of us had to do           our own thinking."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Still Know You're a Tech Geek When...&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - When you convince yourself that Tetris really does        improve eye-hand coordination.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When the radio traffic reporter talks about a backup        caused by a crash, and you correct her that a backup is        good protection in case of a crash.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When floppy drive applies more to your love life, and        hard drive to your machines.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When you call "*.*" star-dot-star.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When you can do hexadecimal arithmetic in your head.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When your wife goes to the market for some Macintosh        apples, and you correct her, "No, dear, it's 'Apple        Macintosh'."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      - When your wife says "If you don't turn off that stupid        machine and come to bed, then I am going to divorce        you!", and you chastise her for for omitting the else        clause. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gratitude is          merely the secret hope of further favors.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Francois de La Rochefoucauld&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111707&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1683332676019420364?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1683332676019420364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1683332676019420364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1683332676019420364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1683332676019420364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturdays-laughter-davids-colleague-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-5788146695964766481</id><published>2007-11-15T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:05:45.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Two deaf men were in a coffee shop discussing their        wives.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      One signs to the other, 'Boy was my wife mad at me last        night. She went on and on and wouldn't stop!'&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The other Buddy says, 'When my wife goes off on me I        just don't listen.'&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      'How do you do that?' says the other.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      'It's easy! I turn off the light!'&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOP TEN SIGNS YOU'RE AT A GEEK WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         10. Guests throw USB drives instead of rice.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         9. Wedding rings are simple gold bands ...           engraved in Elvish.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         8. The bride and groom figures on top of the           cake are their characters from "Dungeons and           Dragons."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         7. Whoever catches the bouquet is the next           to upgrade to Vista.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         6. The wedding party comes down the aisle to           the tune of "The Imperial March" from Star           Wars.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         5. There's no band at the reception. All the           music is provided by synchronized iPods.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4. The wedding pictures and video are           immediately uploaded to YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         3. To complete her wedding ensemble, the           bride uses a Bluetooth headset for her           "something blue" item.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2. The ushers are wearing Starfleet           uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         AND THE NUMBER ONE SIGN YOU'RE AT A GEEK           WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         1. Instead of saying "I do" at the           conclusion of their vows, the bride and           groom say, "Make it so, Number One."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A guy and his wife were cleaning out the attic one        day when he came across a ticket from the local shoe        repair shop. The date stamped on the ticket showed that        it was over 11 years old. They both laughed and tried to        remember which of them might have forgotten to pick up a        pair of shoes over a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Do you think the shoes will still be in the shop?" the        man asked.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Not very likely," his wife said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "It's worth a try," he said, pocketing the ticket. He        went downstairs, hopped into the car, and drove to the        shoe shop.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      With a straight face, he handed the ticket to the man        behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      With a face just as straight, the man said, "Just a        minute. I'll have to look for these."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      He disappeared into a dark corner at the back of the        shop.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Two minutes later, the man called out, "Here they are!"       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No kidding?" the customer called back. "That's        terrific! Who would have thought they'd still be here        after all this time."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man came back to the counter, empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "They'll be ready Thursday," he said calmly. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We know what happens         to people who stay in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;       They get run over.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;-- Aneurin Bevan&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-5788146695964766481?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5788146695964766481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=5788146695964766481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5788146695964766481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/5788146695964766481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/fridays-laughter-two-deaf-men-were-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3930356225656111121</id><published>2007-11-14T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:42:14.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Tired of having to balance his wife Cindy's        checkbook, Mike made a deal with her; he would only look        at it after she had spent a few hours trying to wrestle        it into shape. Only then would he lend his expertise.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The following night, after spending hours poring over        stubs and figures, Cindy said proudly, "There! I've done        it! I made it balance!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Impressed, Mike came over to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Let's see... mortgage 550.00, electricity 70.50, phone        35.00." His brow wrinkled as he read the last entry. "It        says here ESP, 615.00. What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh," she said, "That means, Error Some Place!!!" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;I was sitting in the foyer of a bank when           a young man walked by, and then stopped for           a moment on his way out. I noticed that one           of the latches on his overstuffed briefcase           was unfastened, putting strain on the           remaining latch.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "You're going to lose the contents of your           briefcase," I warned him.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Just then the case burst open. He stared at           me with something akin to fear in his eyes           as he gasped, "How on earth did you do           that?" &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A man went to the doctor complaining of insomnia. The        doctor gave him a thorough examination, found absolutely        nothing physically wrong with him, and then told him,        "Listen, if you ever expect to cure your insomnia, you        just have to stop taking your trouble to bed with you."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I know" said the man, "but I can't. My wife refuses to        sleep alone."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;My doctor told          me to stop having intimate dinners for four.          Unless there are three other people.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;-- Orson Welles&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111507&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3930356225656111121?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3930356225656111121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3930356225656111121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3930356225656111121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3930356225656111121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursdays-laughter-tired-of-having-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3232765475292711456</id><published>2007-11-13T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:53:56.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(179, 214, 175);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;"  &gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Insurance form question and answer            about a recent accident:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          Q: Could either driver have done            anything to avoid the accident? A: I            could have traveled by bus.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          A man collided with a cow and completed            the requested form as follows:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          Q: What warning did you give the other            party before the collision? A: Horn&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          Q: What warning was given by the other            party? A: Moo. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p&gt;I remember an old car I used to own. You know          the kind, ratty and raggedy, driven when I was a          poor college student. I was having trouble with          something I couldn't readily identify myself, so          I took it into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        The mechanic looked at it a couple of minutes          and said, "What you really need is the radiator          cap solution."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        "Oh," I said, trying not to sound too confused.          "Do you mean the radiator cap isn't holding          enough pressure?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        "That's part of the problem" he said. "What you          really need to do is lift the radiator cap and          drive another car under it. Then the next day          you can replace the radiator cap, and it should          solve your problem." &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;An engineer, a physicist, and a mathematician are        trying to set up a fenced-in area for some sheep, but        they have a limited amount of building material. The        engineer gets up first and makes a square fence with the        material, reasoning that it's a pretty good working        solution.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "No no," says the physicist, "there's a better way." He        takes the fence and makes a circular pen, showing how it        encompasses the maximum possible space with the given        material.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Then the mathematician speaks up: "No, no, there's an        even better way." To the others' amusement he proceeds        to construct a little tiny fence around himself, then        declares:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;"  &gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:6;"  &gt;         Some national parks have long waiting lists for          camping reservations. When you have to wait a          year to sleep next to a tree, something is          wrong.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Kristen ITC;" &gt;         -- George Carlin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111407&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3232765475292711456?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3232765475292711456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3232765475292711456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3232765475292711456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3232765475292711456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesdays-laughter-insurance-form.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3932272226267137679</id><published>2007-11-11T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:52:02.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#cc3300;"&gt;Monday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gardening Rule&lt;/b&gt;: when weeding, the best way to        make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable        plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground        easily, it is a valuable plant.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The easiest way to find something lost around the house        is to buy a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      It all too often seems like there are two kinds of        pedestrians: the quick and the dead.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach        that person to use the Internet and they won't bother        you for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Health nuts are going to feel rather strange someday,        lying in hospitals dying of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these        days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they use to?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays        no attention to criticism.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Get the last word in: Apologize.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Connie told her 4-year-old grandson,           Dean, not to jump on the beds. After several           warnings she punished him, explaining that           should he fall, he would hurt himself badly.          &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Several minutes passed... and he was back to           jumping on the beds. Connie said, "Dean, you           weren't jumping on the beds again, were           you?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         He stood with his little head dropped low           and said, "I'm trying, but it's so hard to           quit." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       Let's Dance!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Life is short, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Break the rules, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Forgive quickly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Kiss slowly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Love truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Laugh uncontrollably, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And        never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Life may not be the party we hoped for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but        while we're here we should dance.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;His mother should              have thrown him away and kept              the stork.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Mae West&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111207&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3932272226267137679?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3932272226267137679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3932272226267137679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3932272226267137679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3932272226267137679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/mondays-laughter-gardening-rule-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4623011357703345594</id><published>2007-11-10T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:26:01.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sunday        Funnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Remember Veterans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When a customer left his cell phone in my store, I        scrolled through his saved numbers, stopped at "Mom" and        pushed send. His mother answered, and I told her what        happened.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Don't worry," she said, "I'll take care of it."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A few minutes later, the cell phone rang. It was "Mom."       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Martin," she said, "you left your cell phone at the        convenience store." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;In his Sunday sermon, the minister used           "Forgive Your Enemies" as his subject. After           the sermon, he asked how many were willing           to forgive their enemies. About half held up           their hands.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Not satisfied, he harangued the congregation           for another twenty minutes and repeated his           question. This received a response of eighty           percent. Still unsatisfied, he lectured for           fifteen more minutes and repeated his           question. All responded except one elderly           gentleman in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Mr. Jones, are you not willing to forgive           your enemies?" "I don't have any." "Mr.           Jones, that is very unusual. How old are           you?" "One Hundred and one". "Mr. Jones,           please come down in front and tell the           congregation how a man can live to be one           hundred and one and not have an enemy in the           world."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The old man teetered down the aisle, slowly           turned to face the congregation, smiled and           said, "I outlived every one of them!"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Growing up as a kid, I learned all about capitalism        through the board game Monopoly. I mean, what better way        to teach a young mind the way our economy functions. I        loved this game and still do. Only now, as an adult I        have some questions that remain unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      For instance, if I have all this money and own all this        real estate... why am I still driving around in a        thimble? &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;There's no secret         about success. Did you ever know a successful man         who didn't tell you about it?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;-- Kin Hubbard&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111107&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4623011357703345594?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4623011357703345594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4623011357703345594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4623011357703345594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4623011357703345594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-funnies-remember-veterans-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-1183014837888065364</id><published>2007-11-09T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:21:27.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000080;"&gt;Saturday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;A man is driving down a country road, when he spots a        farmer standing in the middle of a huge field of grass.        He pulls the car over to the side of the road and        notices that the farmer is just standing there, doing        nothing, looking at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The man gets out of the car, walks all the way out to        the farmer and asks him, "Ah excuse me mister, but what        are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The farmer replies, "I'm trying to win a Nobel Prize."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "How?" asks the man, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Well I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who        are out standing in their field."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A police car pulled me over near the high           school where I teach. As the officer asked           for my license and registration, my students           began to drive past. Some honked their           horns, others hooted, and still others           stopped to admonish me for speeding.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Finally the officer asked me if I was a           teacher at the school, and I told him I was.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "I think you've paid your debt to society,"           he said with a smile, and left without           giving me a ticket.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Fans of '60's music, my 14-year-old daughter and her        best friend got front-row tickets to a Peter, Paul, and        Mary concert.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When they returned home, my daughter said, "During the        show, we looked back an saw hundreds of little lights        swaying to the music. At first we thought people were        holding up cigarette lighters. Then we realized that the        lights were the reflections off all the eyeglasses in        the audience.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;             Either I've been missing              something or nothing has been              going on.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-- Karen Elizabeth Gordon&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;111007&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://lindapulliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#008000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-1183014837888065364?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1183014837888065364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=1183014837888065364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1183014837888065364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/1183014837888065364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturdays-laughter-man-is-driving-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-3043763564272214055</id><published>2007-11-08T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:56:29.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#008000;"&gt;Friday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;My husband retired, and for the first time in over 40        years I had to think about preparing midday meals.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Tired of it after several months, I said, "I married you        for better or worse, but not for lunch."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Fair enough. From now on I'll make my own," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      A few weeks later he had to go downtown on business and        invited me to join him afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "We could have lunch at that Chinese place we both        like," he suggested.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I happily agreed. At the restaurant the next day we were        seated, and the waiter came to take our order.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      My husband looked up, a twinkle in his eyes and said,        "Separate checks, please..."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Know It's Time To Diet When....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         1. You dance and it makes the band skip.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         2. You are diagnosed with the flesh eating           virus, and the doctor gives you 22 more           years to live.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         3. You put mayonnaise on an aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         4. You go to the zoo and the elephants throw           you peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         5. Your driver's license says, "Picture           continued on other side."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         6. You ran away and they had to use all four           sides of the milk carton for your picture.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         7. You learn you were born with a silver           shovel in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         8. You could sell shade.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         9. Your blood type is Ragu.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         10. You need an appointment to attend an           'open house'. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When a new permanent at the beauty salon turned out        to be a disaster, I phoned my husband and issued a        one-line warning: "Don't say anything about my hair when        I come home."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      During dinner that evening, we discussed the weather,        his day at the office ... anything but my hair. I began        to feel uneasy at his studious attempts to avoid the        topic.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Finally, when we were washing the dishes, he said in a        serious tone, "You'd better go now. My wife will be home        at any moment, and it would be better if she didn't find        me with a strange woman."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;             Never keep up with the Joneses.              Drag them down to your level.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;-- Quentin Crisp&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;110907&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-3043763564272214055?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3043763564272214055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=3043763564272214055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3043763564272214055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/3043763564272214055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/fridays-laughter-my-husband-retired-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4047670993409160563</id><published>2007-11-07T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:55:13.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When my granddaughter, Ann, was 9-years-old, she was        given an assignment by her teacher to write a story on        "Where my family came from." The purpose was to        understand your genealogy.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I was not aware of her assignment when she asked me at        the dining room table one night,&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Grandma, where did I come from?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I responded quite nervously because my son and        daughter-in- law were out of town and I was stalling        until they returned home, "Well, honey, the stork        brought you."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Where did Mom come from then?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The stork brought her, too."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "OK, then.... where did you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "The stork brought me too, dear."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Okay, thanks, Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I did not think anything more about it until two days        later when I was cleaning Ann's room and read the first        sentence of her paper... "For three generations there        have been no natural births in our family." &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dalmatian&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         A nursery school teacher was delivering a           station wagon full of kids home one day when           a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the           front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian           dog.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         The children fell to discussing the dog's           duties.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "They use him to keep crowds back," said one           youngster.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "No," said another, "he's just for good           luck."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         A third child brought the argument to a           close. "They use the dogs," she said firmly,           "to find the fire hydrant." &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Signs That You Are Cheap&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1. You attend a weekly coupon club.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      2. You've been driving on the spare tire for over three        months.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      3. Fast food is your idea of fine dining.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      4. You spend more time counting change during a single        week than you spend at church.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      5. You're outraged when the price of a can of soda goes        up a nickel.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      6. You haven't purchased a name brand product in the        past ten years.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      7. You take the pennies from the container next to the        cash register.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      8. Your family gets presents a week after Christmas        because you love that fifty-percent discount.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      9. Matinee. Every time.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      10. You code all your own software rather than buy it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I used to wake          up at 4 A. M. and start sneezing, sometimes for          five hours. I tried to find out what sort of          allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion          that it must be an allergy to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;-- James Thurber&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;110807&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4047670993409160563?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4047670993409160563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4047670993409160563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4047670993409160563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4047670993409160563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursdays-laughter-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4289502723659497830</id><published>2007-11-06T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:22:20.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Larry, a computer programmer for a consulting group,        had designed some software for a large account. He asked        John's help in putting it into operation.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      At first, Larry handled most of the work. Eventually,        though, he asked John to help with the last phase of the        training.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      When John sat down with one woman and told her he would        be showing her how to make changes to the files, she        sighed with relief.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "I'm so glad you're teaching me instead of him," she        said.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Surprised, John said that his colleague was far more        experienced than he was.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Yes," she said. "But I feel much more comfortable with        you. I get nervous around really smart people."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;YOU MIGHT BE IN A "REDNECK" VOLUNTEER           FIRE DEPARTMENT IF....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Your department has ever had two emergency           vehicles pulled over for drag racing ... on           the way to a fire.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Your firehouse has wheels.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Fire training consists of everyone standing           around a bonfire and swapping fish stories.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         You've ever let someone's house burn down           because they wouldn't let you hunt on their           property.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         You don't own a Dalmatian, but you do have a           coon dog named Sparky.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         You've walked through a Christmas display           and came up with at least three new ideas           for the lighting scheme on your fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Your engine had to be towed in the last           parade through town.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Dispatch can't mention your name without           laughing.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Your defibrillator is a pair of jumper           cables and a marine battery.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Your pumper truck has been *on* fire more           times than it's been *to* a fire.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;"I have good news and bad news," the defense attorney        told his client.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "First the bad news. The blood test came back, and your        DNA is an exact match with that found at the crime        scene."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Oh, no!" cried the client. "What's the good news?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      "Your cholesterol is only 180."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p align="right"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:6;color:#000099;"&gt;        The average man, who does not know what to do with         his life, wants another one which will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;color:#000099;"&gt;--         Anatole France  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;100707&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-4289502723659497830?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4289502723659497830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=4289502723659497830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4289502723659497830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/4289502723659497830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesdays-laughter-larry-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-8308099895977986351</id><published>2007-11-05T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:35:46.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#993366;"&gt;Tuesday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="center"&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not             finished with my cancer             treatment--indeed, I know that more             surgery is in my future--but, I             thought I would re-start Laughter. I             will publish it as often as I can.             LKP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Policeman: "When I saw you coming around the corner,        I said to myself, `fifty-five at least.'"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Woman driver: "Well, you are a long way off! It's this        hat that makes me look so old!"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;After about three weeks in basic           training, my husband's unit was not           measuring up to expectations. The sergeant           threatened to send them all back three weeks           to start over.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         Apparently, at least one new soldier was           already reconsidering his career choice. As           the sergeant's threat hung in the air, an           anonymous voice called out,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "How about sending us back FOUR weeks?"&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Marina worked in my law office while she attended        graduate school. One morning a call came in for her. I        said she wasn't in yet and offered to take a message.        The caller said she'd phone back later.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      At 11:00 a. m., the caller tried again, and I reported        that Marina had gone to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The last call came in at 3:30 p. m. "I'm sorry," I said,        "she's left for the day. May I take a message?" &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-family: Kristen ITC; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;            Technology is a way of organizing             the universe so that man doesn't             have to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-- Max Frisch&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;110607&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7057116-8308099895977986351?l=lindaslaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8308099895977986351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7057116&amp;postID=8308099895977986351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8308099895977986351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7057116/posts/default/8308099895977986351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaslaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesdays-laughter-i-am-not-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7057116.post-4374160394314143558</id><published>2007-06-20T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:02:28.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table1" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td bg style="color:#b3d6af;"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Kristen ITC;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday's Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="128"&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I apologize: I am              having some technical problems              with my computer and cannot              consistently send Laughter. I              will attempt to stay daily, but              cannot say that I will be able              to do so. Hopefully, my troubles              will be short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;          &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It's not what you say, but the way you say it.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      On a blind date, the boy said to the girl: "Time stands        still when I look into your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      The girl was very flattered.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      What the boy had really meant was, "You have a face that        would stop a clock."&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;blockquote&gt;         &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The man approached the very beautiful           woman in the large supermarket and asked,           "You know, I've lost my wife here in the           supermarket. Can you talk to me for a couple           of minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         "Because every time I talk to a beautiful           woman my wife appears out of nowhere."&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;        &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*    * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bathroom Philosophers&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Some ordinary folks become great philosophers when         they are sitting alone in
