<?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-2271304784266010946</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:47.916-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='best jokes'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='funny videos'/><title type='text'>funny and Hottest stuffs...</title><subtitle type='html'>Funny,jokes,humor,funny videos,videos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-6885808908558834852</id><published>2009-12-26T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:50:00.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Trouble Remembering Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;An 80 year old couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at the doctors, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory. After checking the couple out, the doctor told them that they were physically okay but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them remember things. The couple thanked the doctor and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night while watching TV, the man got up from his chair and his wife asked, "Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "To the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him, "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No, I can remember that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She then said, "Well I would also like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down because I know you'll forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Well I also would like whipped cream on top. I know you will forget that so you better write it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With irritation in his voice, he said, "I don't need to write that down! I can remember that." He then fumes into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes he returned from the kitchen and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. She stared at the plate for a moment and said angrily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I TOLD you to write it down! You forgot my toast!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-6885808908558834852?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6885808908558834852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/trouble-remembering-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6885808908558834852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6885808908558834852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/trouble-remembering-things.html' title='Trouble Remembering Things'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-1396546576041449296</id><published>2009-12-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:47:00.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Horrible Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="fullpost"&gt;Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so St. Peter had to tell the first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell-but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge, and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"It's been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-1396546576041449296?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1396546576041449296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/horrible-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1396546576041449296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1396546576041449296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/horrible-death.html' title='Horrible Death'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-1362042962102660325</id><published>2009-11-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:45:00.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Someone may see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A boy takes his girlfriend home after going out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reach the front door, he leans against the wall with one hand and says, "Sweetie, why don't you give me a blowjob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? You're crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, it will be quick, no problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!! Someone may see -- a relative, a neighbor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At this time of the night? No one will show up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I've already said No, and NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, it's just a small blowie...I know you'd like it, too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! I've said NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love... Don't be like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the girlfriend's younger sister shows up at the door in her nightgown with her hair totally in disorder. Rubbing her eyes, she says, "Dad says either you have to blow him, I have to blow him, or he will come down and give the guy a blowjob himself, but for God's sake, tell your boyfriend to take his hand off the intercom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-1362042962102660325?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1362042962102660325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-may-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1362042962102660325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1362042962102660325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-may-see.html' title='Someone may see'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-8205712161389045485</id><published>2009-10-29T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:44:00.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="fullpost"&gt;A young man wanted to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart's birthday and as they had not been dating very long, after careful consideration, he decided a pair of gloves would strike the right note: romantic but not too personal. Accompanied by his sweetheart's younger sister, he went to Nordstrom's and bought a pair of white gloves. The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself. During the wrapping, the clerk mixed up the items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart got the panties. Without checking the contents, the young man sealed the package and sent it to his sweetheart with the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons but she wears short ones that are easier to remove. These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they are hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart. I wish I were there to put them on for you the first time as no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before I have a chance to see you again. When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-8205712161389045485?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8205712161389045485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/8205712161389045485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/8205712161389045485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-8831633990096415508</id><published>2009-10-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:42:00.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Do you know what I'm doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took one look at her, and all his professionalism went out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed, the doctor began to stroke her thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing so, he asked her, "Do you know what I'm doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she replied, "you're checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is right," said the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then began to fondle her breasts. "Do you know what I'm doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the woman said, "you're checking for any lumps or breast cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Correct," replied the shady doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said. "You're getting herpes, which is why I came here in the first place."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-8831633990096415508?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8831633990096415508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-know-what-im-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/8831633990096415508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/8831633990096415508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-know-what-im-doing.html' title='Do you know what I&apos;m doing?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-3128021456794812827</id><published>2009-10-16T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:40:00.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>NO Great Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Bill Clinton is visiting a school. In one class, he asks the students if anyone can give him an example of a "tragedy." One little boy stands up and offers that, "If my best friend who lives next door is playing in the street when a car came by and killed him, that would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Clinton says, "That would be an ACCIDENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl raises her hand. "If a school bus carrying fifty children drove off a cliff, killing everyone inside...that would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid not," explains Clinton. "That is what we would call a GREAT LOSS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is silent; none of the other children dare volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" asks Clinton, "Isn't there anyone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a boy in the back raises his hand. In a timid voice, he says: "If an airplane carrying Bill and Hillary Clinton was blown up by a bomb, *that* would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful!" Clinton beams. "Marvelous! And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the boy, "because it wouldn't be an accident, and it certainly would be no great loss!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-3128021456794812827?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3128021456794812827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-great-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/3128021456794812827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/3128021456794812827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-great-loss.html' title='NO Great Loss'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-5535084442080770479</id><published>2009-10-16T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:40:00.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Bill Clinton is visiting a school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Bill Clinton is visiting a school. In one class, he asks the students if anyone can give him an example of a "tragedy." One little boy stands up and offers that, "If my best friend who lives next door is playing in the street when a car came by and killed him, that would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Clinton says, "That would be an ACCIDENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl raises her hand. "If a school bus carrying fifty children drove off a cliff, killing everyone inside...that would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid not," explains Clinton. "That is what we would call a GREAT LOSS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is silent; none of the other children dare volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" asks Clinton, "Isn't there anyone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a boy in the back raises his hand. In a timid voice, he says: "If an airplane carrying Bill and Hillary Clinton was blown up by a bomb, *that* would be a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful!" Clinton beams. "Marvelous! And can you tell me WHY that would be a tragedy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the boy, "because it wouldn't be an accident, and it certainly would be no great loss!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-5535084442080770479?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5535084442080770479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-clinton-is-visiting-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5535084442080770479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5535084442080770479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-clinton-is-visiting-school.html' title='Bill Clinton is visiting a school'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-9017474681610725183</id><published>2009-10-12T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:26:21.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny videos'/><title type='text'>Funny Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6Cuq-BueEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6Cuq-BueEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-9017474681610725183?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9017474681610725183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-commercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/9017474681610725183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/9017474681610725183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-commercial.html' title='Funny Commercial'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-6892471261601395859</id><published>2009-10-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:39:00.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Just an Email Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;An Illinois man left the snowballed streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Dearest Wife, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Your Loving Husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; P.S. Sure is hot down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-6892471261601395859?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6892471261601395859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-email-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6892471261601395859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6892471261601395859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-email-note.html' title='Just an Email Note'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-7578782315927441991</id><published>2009-09-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:37:00.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Politics Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I Understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."&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/2271304784266010946-7578782315927441991?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7578782315927441991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/politics-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7578782315927441991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7578782315927441991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/politics-explained.html' title='Politics Explained'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-7312690078958156416</id><published>2009-09-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:38:00.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>S.O.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "What have you done my child?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "I called a man a son of a bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a bitch?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Because he touched my hand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Yes father." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Then he touched my breast." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Yes father." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Yes father." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his you know what into her you know  where) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: (after a few minutes): "That's no reason to call him a son of  a bitch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Girl: "But father he had AIDS!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Priest: "THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-7312690078958156416?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7312690078958156416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/sob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7312690078958156416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7312690078958156416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/sob.html' title='S.O.B'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-392509519491680483</id><published>2009-09-19T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:34:00.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Computer Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;One day Bill complained to his friend, "My elbow really hurts, I guess I should see a doctor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; His friend offered, "Don't do that. There's a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker an cheaper than a doctor. Simply put in a sample of your urine and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. It only costs $10."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Bill figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause out popped a small slip of paper on which was printed: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water. Avoid heavy lifting. It will be better in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Late that evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this machine could be fooled. He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; He went back to the drug store, located the machine, poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer again made the usual noise and printed out the following message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. Your dog has worms. Get him vitamins. Your daughter is using cocaine. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic. Your wife is pregnant with twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. And if you don't stop jerking off, your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-392509519491680483?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/392509519491680483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-diagnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/392509519491680483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/392509519491680483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-diagnosis.html' title='Computer Diagnosis'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-2634944307681472637</id><published>2009-09-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:55:22.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Prostitute parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A lady approaches her priest and says, "Father, I have a problem. I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do they say?" the priest inquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Want to have some fun?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's terrible," the priest exclaims, "but I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house, and I will put them with my two male talking parrots whom I taught to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase, and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Thank you!" the woman responds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The next day, the woman brings her female parrots to the priest's house. His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots, and the female parrots say, "Hi, we're prostitutes, want to have some fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One male parrot looks at the other male parrot and exclaims, "Put the beads away. Our prayers have been answered!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-2634944307681472637?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2634944307681472637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitute-parrot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/2634944307681472637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/2634944307681472637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitute-parrot.html' title='Prostitute parrot'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-5612040896460952140</id><published>2009-09-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:54:09.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Nice Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;On Christmas morning a cop on horseback is sitting at a traffic light, and next to him is a kid on his shiny new bike. The cop says to the kid, "Nice bike you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The kid replies, "Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The cop says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put a tail-light on that bike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The cop then proceeds to issue the kid a $20.00 bicycle safety violation ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The kid takes the ticket and before he rides off says, "By the way, that's a nice horse you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Humoring the kid, the cop says, "Yeah, he sure did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The kid continued, "Well, next year tell Santa to put the dick underneath the horse, instead of on top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-5612040896460952140?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5612040896460952140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5612040896460952140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5612040896460952140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-bike.html' title='Nice Bike'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-7718187437321737585</id><published>2009-09-16T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:54:35.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>How Old are you???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A little girl and her mother were out and about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Out of the blue, the girl asked her mother, "Mommy, How old are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The mother responded, "Honey, women don't talk about their age. You'll learn this as you get older." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The girl then asked, "Mommy, how much do you weigh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Her mother responded again, "That's another thing women don't talk about. You'll learn this, too, as you grow up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The girl, still wanting to know about her mother, then fired off another question, "Mommy, why did you and Daddy get a divorce?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The mother, a little annoyed by the questions, responded, "Honey, that is a subject that hurts me very much, and I don't want to talk about it now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The little girl, frustrated, sulked until she was dropped off at a friend's house to play. She consulted with her girlfriend about her and her mother's conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The girlfriend said, "All you have to do is sneak a look at your mother's driver's license. It's just a like a report card from school. It tells you everything." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Later, the little girl and her mother were out and about again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The little girl started off with, "Mommy, Mommy, I know how old you are. I know how old you are. You're 32 years old." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The mother was very shocked. She asked, "Sweetheart, how do you know that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The little girl shrugged and said, "I just know. And I know how much you weigh. You weigh 130 pounds." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "Where did you learn that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The little girl said, "I just know. And I know why you and Daddy got a divorce. You got an 'F' in sex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-7718187437321737585?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7718187437321737585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-old-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7718187437321737585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/7718187437321737585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-old-are-you.html' title='How Old are you???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-2876262215596384988</id><published>2009-09-16T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:33:09.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Who is  a God??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A little kid asks his father, "Daddy, is God a man or a woman?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "Both son. God is both." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; After a while the kid comes again and asks, "Daddy, is God black or white?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; "Both son, both." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The child returns a few minutes later and says, "Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-2876262215596384988?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2876262215596384988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-is-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/2876262215596384988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/2876262215596384988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-is-god.html' title='Who is  a God??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-6094281032549119898</id><published>2009-09-16T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:32:18.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Job Applicaton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is an actual job application a 17 year old boy submitted at a McDonald's fast-food establishment in Florida... and they hired him because he was so honest and funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; NAME: Greg Bulmash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; SEX: Not yet. Still waiting for the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DESIRED POSITION: Company's President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; EDUCATION: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; SALARY: Less than I'm worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a more intimate environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 LBS?: Of what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing house Sweepstakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job no, on my breaks yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde super model who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: Yes. Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; SIGN HERE: Aries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-6094281032549119898?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6094281032549119898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/job-applicaton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6094281032549119898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/6094281032549119898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/job-applicaton.html' title='Job Applicaton'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-1317304170649462558</id><published>2009-09-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:26:44.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Thailand model Anny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHWmYsu_vI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cl-Es5KtVm4/s1600-h/Anny5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHWmYsu_vI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cl-Es5KtVm4/s320/Anny5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318984637906674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHWCimsxGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SOZ96y8w7TA/s1600-h/Anny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHWCimsxGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SOZ96y8w7TA/s320/Anny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318368821658722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHVt13sUfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tKGdsOsWDcc/s1600-h/Anny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHVt13sUfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tKGdsOsWDcc/s320/Anny1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318013215953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-1317304170649462558?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1317304170649462558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/thailand-model-anny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1317304170649462558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/1317304170649462558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/thailand-model-anny.html' title='Thailand model Anny'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SrHWmYsu_vI/AAAAAAAAABA/Cl-Es5KtVm4/s72-c/Anny5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-5321449869201524209</id><published>2009-07-31T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:40:29.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Airline Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;PILOT &lt;a title="Humor" href="http://cool-hotstuff.blogspot.com/search/label/humor"&gt;HUMOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...We Hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Three Worst Things to Hear in a Cockpit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. OH Sh#t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I have an Idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Hey, Watch this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ten Ways To Tell If Your Pilot is on Drugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. All the in-flight meals are missing their dessert squares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. In between "May I" and "have your attention" there's a 45-minute pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. He's constantly yelling, "Take that, Red Baron!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Shuttle from Newyork to Boston includes stopover in Colombia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. His copilot: Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. For the last hour, he's been riding the beverage cart like a rodeo cowboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Keeps coming on the P.A. to point out clouds that look like his old highschool teachers.&lt;br /&gt;8. His wings are pinned to his bare chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. When you fly over International Date Line, he yells, "Dude! We're, like, time traveling!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. When he exhales, the oxygen masks drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murphy Laws For Frequent Flyers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;No flight ever leaves on time unless you are running late and need the delay to make the flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you are running late for a flight, it will depart from the farthest gate within the terminal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you arrive very early for a flight, it inevitably will be delayed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flights never leave from Gate #1 at any terminal in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you must work on your flight, you will experience turbulence as soon as you touch pen to paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only passengers seated in window seats ever have to get up to go to the lavatory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The crying baby on board your flight is always seated next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The best-looking &lt;a title="HotGirls" href="http://cool-hotstuff.blogspot.com/search/label/hot%20girls"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt; on your flight is never seated next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The less carry-on luggage space available on an aircraft, the more carry-on luggage passengers will bring aboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Flight Crew Code Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blue ice = frozen toilet water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Choppy Air = severe turbulence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hockey Puck = tasteless deli sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jetbag = very senior flight attendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New Arrival Time = late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NFR = 'Nother 'Friggin Runner (passenger arriving late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Refrigerator = carry-on piece too large for overhead bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Restricted Visibility = a white out or bad fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Self-loading cargo = passengers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Showers = severe thunderstorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Slam Dunk = very hard landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Slider = tasteless breakfest omelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2271304784266010946-5321449869201524209?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5321449869201524209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/airline-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5321449869201524209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5321449869201524209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/airline-humor.html' title='Airline Humor'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271304784266010946.post-5688663391481843057</id><published>2009-07-31T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:28:00.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Little Johnny came home from his hot date and sat down to talk with his dad. He had a smile on his face. 'It must be true love, dad' he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you think that it is true love?' asks his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well," says Little Johnny, 'Suzy started out giving me the best blow job I've ever had.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nah,' replied his dad, 'that's not&lt;a href="http://cool-hotstuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/kissing-dos-donts.html"&gt; true love&lt;/a&gt;, it is just lust.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night Little Johnny came in after his date, and sat down again to talk with his dad. 'For sure it is true love, dad.' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you think that it is true love this time?' asks his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well," says Little Johnny, 'Tonight Suzy gave me the best blow job of my life, then let me take her up the ass!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's not true love, Johnny,' replied his dad, 'that is just infatuation.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If what Suzy and I have is just infatuation, then what is true love?' asked Little Johnny, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says his dad, 'if it was true love, she would let you f*ck her up the ass first, then give you the best blow job of your life!' &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/2271304784266010946-5688663391481843057?l=hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5688663391481843057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5688663391481843057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2271304784266010946/posts/default/5688663391481843057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hot-funnystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16916536745601424933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EesYLM-D5zE/SnOuwViv5fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5KxZ_jrFas/S220/Sexy_Lady_Hot_Babe_4724392becf35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
