<?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-5516043182520731632</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:24:43.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</title><subtitle type='html'>Keep On Laughing!
It's EASY and more important, it's GOOD FOR YOU!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-5695814968306502161</id><published>2008-05-26T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:30:42.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Order!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What To Wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; 1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preparing for the Birth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Layette:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worries:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Pacifier:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diapering:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Activities:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going Out:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd baby : Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Home:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swallowing Coins:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3rd child: When third child swallows a coin, you deduct it from his allowance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-5695814968306502161?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5695814968306502161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5695814968306502161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/05/birth-order.html' title='Birth Order!'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-1094123127309165159</id><published>2008-05-25T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:01:38.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondes In A Hailstorm</title><content type='html'>A blonde was driving home after a game and got caught in a really bad  hail storm. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she took it to a  repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The shop owner saw that she was a blonde, so he decided  to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;He told her just to go home and blow into the tail pipe  really hard, and all the dents would pop out. So, the blonde went home, got  down on her&lt;br /&gt;hands and knees and started blowing into her tailpipe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing  happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her roommate, another blonde, came home and said, "What are  you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed  her to blow into&lt;br /&gt;the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roommate rolled her eyes and said, "Uh, like hello! You need to  roll up the windows first." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-1094123127309165159?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/1094123127309165159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/1094123127309165159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/05/blondes-in-hailstorm.html' title='Blondes In A Hailstorm'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-5253714813228175724</id><published>2008-05-25T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:57:05.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the starting Salary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the end of a job interview, the HR manager asked the young graduate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"And what starting salary were you looking for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The graduate replied, "Around $75,000 a year, depending on the benefits package."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The HR manager said, "Well, what would you say to a package of 7-weeks paid holidays, full medical and dental care, company matching pension fund to 50% of salary, and a company car, it's usually a BMW for starters if that's ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The graduate said, "Wow!!! Are you kidding?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Well yes, ...but you started it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-5253714813228175724?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5253714813228175724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5253714813228175724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-starting-salary.html' title='What&apos;s the starting Salary?'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-7913723458131254082</id><published>2008-05-11T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:04:36.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A MEAN Boss!</title><content type='html'>A large milk company, feeling it was time for a shakeup, hired a new CEO. This new boss was determined to rid the company of all slackers. On a tour of the facilities, the CEO noticed a guy leaning on a wall. The room wasfull of workers and he wanted to let them know that he meant business!The new CEO walked up to the guy leaning against the wall and asked,'How much money do you make a week?' A little surprised, the young fellow looked at him and replied, 'I make $300.00 a week. Why?' The CEO then handed the guy $1,200 in cash and screamed, 'Here's four weeks' pay, now GET OUT and don't come back.' Feeling pretty good about himself, the CEO looked around the room and asked, 'Does anyone want to tell me what that goof-off did here?' From across the room came a voice, 'Pizza delivery guy from Domino's.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-7913723458131254082?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/7913723458131254082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/7913723458131254082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/05/mean-boss.html' title='A MEAN Boss!'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-5346816744078093634</id><published>2008-04-25T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:07:13.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Drugs Require A Prescription!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A nice, calm, respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I will lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not!  You CANNOT have any cyanide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband at a fancy restaurant, having dinner with the pharmacist's wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The pharmacist looked a t the picture and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-5346816744078093634?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5346816744078093634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5346816744078093634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-drugs-require-prescription.html' title='Some Drugs Require A Prescription!'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-3048910217985315565</id><published>2008-04-13T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:02:10.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS YOU DON'T SAY TO A COP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. I can't reach my license unless you hold my beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Sorry, Officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hey, you must've been doin' about 125 mph to keep up with me. Good job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Are You Andy or Barney? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. You're not gonna check the trunk, are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. I pay your salary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Gee, Officer! ! That' s terrific. The last officer only gave ! me a warning, too!&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there are no other cars around.. That's how far ahead of me they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. When the Officer says 'Gee Your eyes look red, have you been drinking?' You probably shouldn't respond with,'Gee Officer your eyes look glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-3048910217985315565?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/3048910217985315565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/3048910217985315565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-you-dont-say-to-cop.html' title='THINGS YOU DON&apos;T SAY TO A COP'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-5093114420552728264</id><published>2008-04-08T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:00:06.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A newsboy was standing on the corner with a stack of papers, yelling, "Read all about it. Fifty people swindled! Fifty people swindled!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Curious, a man walked over, bought a paper, and checked the front page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finding nothing, the man said, "There's nothing in here about fifty people being swindled." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The newsboy ignored him and went on, calling out, "Read all about it. Fifty-one people swindled!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-5093114420552728264?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5093114420552728264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/5093114420552728264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-nyc.html' title='Welcome To NYC'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-8737136375837180992</id><published>2008-03-30T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:15:20.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WORTH GOING HOME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied. "Two years older than me" "So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-8737136375837180992?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/8737136375837180992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/8737136375837180992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/03/worth-going-home.html' title='WORTH GOING HOME?'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-2560011905507710547</id><published>2008-03-26T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:14:07.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A man receives a phone call from his doctor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor says&lt;/strong&gt;, "I have some good news and some bad news."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The man says&lt;/strong&gt;, "OK, give me the good news first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor says&lt;/strong&gt;, "The good news is, you have 24 hours to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The man replies&lt;/strong&gt;, "Oh no! If that's the good news, then what's the bad news?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doctor says&lt;/strong&gt;, "The bad news is, I couldn't reach you yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-2560011905507710547?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/2560011905507710547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/2560011905507710547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-receives-phone-call-from-his-doctor.html' title='Good News and Bad News'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-803416867698590401</id><published>2008-03-26T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:14:22.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: Old Ladies At The Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Two elderly women were out driving in a large car, both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself "I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light." After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it! She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred, do you know that we just ran through three redlights in a row? You could have killed us both!" Mildred turned to her and said, "oh, am I driving?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-803416867698590401?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/803416867698590401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/803416867698590401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/03/caution-old-ladies-at-wheel.html' title='Caution: Old Ladies At The Wheel'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-852961390402361148</id><published>2008-03-26T13:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:14:41.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Old Uncle Rusty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uncle Rusty is a wise man. A while back he retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and quiet, puttering around his work shop..That is of course until the school year began. On the first day ofschool three young boys, full of pent up energy from a full day ofschool, came down his street. As they walked down the street theybeat rhythmically on every trash can they past. Day after day, itwas the same thing. Beating, clanging and pounding out a rhythm on the cans as they walked down the street. Poor Uncle Rusty just couldn't take it any more.The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young musicians.As they worked their way down the street, pounding out a tune on the cans, Rusty stopped them and said, "You kids sure are having a lot of fun. I like seeing young people like you, express themselves. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing." The kids were elated and continued to do a bang up job on the trash cans.After two days, Uncle Rusty greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad expression on his face. "This recession's really putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."The boys were not pleased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon concert. A couple of days later, Sly Uncle Rusty approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.With words that would ensure he would have peace and quiet from that day forward he said "Look, my Social Security check just isn't stretching as far with the expenses. So I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents a day. Will that be okay?""What?! Just a crummy quarter?" the boys exclaimed. "If you think we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts! No way, mister. We quit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-852961390402361148?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/852961390402361148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/852961390402361148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/03/wise-old-uncle-rusty.html' title='Wise Old Uncle Rusty!'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516043182520731632.post-7895184914430721345</id><published>2008-03-26T13:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:14:55.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The GAGS 'N GIGGLES BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Welcome to the GAGS 'N GIGGLES BLOG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here we will post jokes often, as well as updates on the site while we conclude construction on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Please check back often!&lt;br /&gt;We will notify our loyal fans as soon as the website is finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Please note: You can still see our old jokes by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gagsangiggles.googlepages.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516043182520731632-7895184914430721345?l=gagsangiggles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/7895184914430721345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516043182520731632/posts/default/7895184914430721345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagsangiggles.blogspot.com/2008/03/gags-n-giggles-blog.html' title='The GAGS &apos;N GIGGLES BLOG'/><author><name>GAGS 'N GIGGLES</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
