<?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-3018453011515119982</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:10:49.608-05:00</updated><category term='Tech'/><category term='Wine and Food'/><category term='Life'/><category term='music'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='political'/><category term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Mostly Funny Stuff and Other Random Topics</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place to see and learn about what I think are important things in the world. I believe that it is important to laugh, and live life like today could be your last.

The following topics interest me and I am likely to discuss the following random topics at anytime: Funny &amp; gross jokes; videos &amp; pictures too. Great music, books, &amp; movies. Good wine &amp; beer, cause you gotta party on occasion to keep life interesting!! 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commercial'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7028599790769943618</id><published>2009-04-22T18:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:38:54.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Ass aholononymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvS4KG-8vm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/FvS4KG-8vm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7028599790769943618?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7028599790769943618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7028599790769943618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7028599790769943618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7028599790769943618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/ass-aholononymous.html' title='Ass aholononymous'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8778555702275480618</id><published>2009-04-22T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:02:17.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Amazing talking parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8436164089727443542</id><published>2009-04-22T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:20:02.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Yellow Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4v9I9JPijw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/U4v9I9JPijw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8436164089727443542?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8436164089727443542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8436164089727443542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8436164089727443542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8436164089727443542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-snow.html' title='Yellow Snow'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-6194835122079336693</id><published>2009-04-22T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:18:15.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Redneck Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MApJnyk1PV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/MApJnyk1PV8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-6194835122079336693?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/6194835122079336693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=6194835122079336693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6194835122079336693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6194835122079336693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/redneck-golf.html' title='Redneck Golf'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8788251478991230851</id><published>2009-04-16T10:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:36:39.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Little girl on a plane</title><content type='html'>A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said,'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I don't know,' said the stranger. 'How about nuclear power?' and he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic.  But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass - . Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8788251478991230851?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8788251478991230851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8788251478991230851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8788251478991230851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8788251478991230851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-girl-on-plane.html' title='Little girl on a plane'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-6162353404388645968</id><published>2009-04-13T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:12:49.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Moretti beer advertisement.. too funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qk327W5iSzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/Qk327W5iSzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-6162353404388645968?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/6162353404388645968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=6162353404388645968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6162353404388645968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6162353404388645968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/moretti-beer-advertisement-too-funny.html' title='Moretti beer advertisement.. too funny'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1132107178386862631</id><published>2009-04-09T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:55:47.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>New Ice Cream Flavor</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the 44th President of the United States, Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has issued a new flavor, "Barocky Road". &lt;br /&gt;Barocky Road is a blend of half Vanilla, half Chocolate, and surrounded by Nuts and Flakes. The Vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The Nuts and Flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow. The cost is $100.00 per scoop. When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the Ice Cream is taken away and given to the person in line behind you. Thus you are left with an empty Wallet, no change, holding an empty cone, with no hope of getting any Ice Cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-1132107178386862631?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/1132107178386862631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=1132107178386862631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1132107178386862631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1132107178386862631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-ice-cream-flavor.html' title='New Ice Cream Flavor'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1917812436380625056</id><published>2009-03-31T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:33:31.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Guys worst nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SdJwABkltlI/AAAAAAAABtY/zRGUjkT85L8/s1600-h/guys+nightmare.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/ScJxa6oubjI/AAAAAAAABsM/n9b8xtwq9go/s400/Funeral+Expenses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935217481215538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-4775019037148245982?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/4775019037148245982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=4775019037148245982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4775019037148245982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4775019037148245982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/funeral-expenses.html' title='Funeral Expenses'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/ScJxa6oubjI/AAAAAAAABsM/n9b8xtwq9go/s72-c/Funeral+Expenses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3642500725266184060</id><published>2009-03-16T17:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:10:29.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Irish Jokes</title><content type='html'>Time to celebrate St Patty's Day with a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary 's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table.  Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael O'Conner looks around and asks, 'Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse. 'Discreet??? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet.  Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me.'  Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.  Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants.  Gallagher declares, 'Your husband just lost $500, and is afraid to come home.'  'Tell him to drop dead!', says Murphy's wife.  'I'll go tell him.' says Gallagher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Into a  Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut, and bruised, and he's walking with a limp. 'What happened to you?' asks Sean , the bartender.' Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight,' says Paddy.  'That little O'Conner ,' says Sean , 'He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.'  'That he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it.'  'Well,' says Sean , 'you should have defended yourself. Didn't you have something in your hand?'  That I did,' said Paddy, ' Mrs. O'Conner 's breast, and a thing of beauty it was; but useless in a fight.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************ &lt;br /&gt;An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.  A cop pulls him over. 'So,' says the cop to the driver, 'where have ya been?'  'Why, I've been to the pub of course,' slurs the drunk.  'Well,' says the cop, 'it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening.'  'I did all right,' the drunk says with a smile.  'Did you know,' says the cop, standing straight, and folding his arms across his chest, 'that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?' 'Oh, thank heavens,' sighs the drunk. 'for a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual,  when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. ' Brenda , may I come in?' he asks. 'I've somethin' to tell ya'.  'Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim . But where's my husband?'  That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda . There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery'  'Oh, God no!' cries Brenda 'Please don't tell me.' 'I must, Brenda .  Your husband Shamus is dead and gone.  I'm sorry.  Finally, she looked up at Tim . 'How did it happen, Tim ?'  'It was terrible, Brenda ..  He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout , and drowned.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my dear Jesus !  But you must tell me true, Tim , did he at least go quickly?'  'Well, Brenda , no.  In fact, he got out three times to pee.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his sunday morning service, and she's in tears.  He says, 'So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?'  She says, 'Oh, Father, I've got terrible news..  My husband passed away last night.'  The priest says, 'Oh, Mary , that's terrible. Tell me, Mary , did he have any last requests?'  She says, 'That he did, Father.' The priest says, 'What did he ask, Mary ?'  'She says, 'He said, 'Please Mary, put down that damn gun..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE  BEST FOR LAST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing.  The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention, but the drunk continues to sit there.  Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.  The drunk mumbles, 'Ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3642500725266184060?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3642500725266184060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3642500725266184060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3642500725266184060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3642500725266184060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/irish-jokes.html' title='Irish Jokes'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8423698046801870422</id><published>2009-03-16T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:13:54.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>AN IRISH BLONDE IN A CASINO</title><content type='html'>An attractive blonde from Cork, Ireland arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet twenty-thousand Euros on a single roll of the dice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, 'Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed...'YES! YES! I WON, I WON!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other answered, &lt;br /&gt;'I don't know - I thought you were watching.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all Irish are drunks, &lt;br /&gt;not all blondes are dumb, &lt;br /&gt;but all men...are men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8423698046801870422?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8423698046801870422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8423698046801870422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8423698046801870422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8423698046801870422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/irish-blonde-in-casino.html' title='AN IRISH BLONDE IN A CASINO'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1220437778787517357</id><published>2009-03-10T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:53:32.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Affair</title><content type='html'>For 2 years a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage.  He paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Honey!,' she said, 'you received a very strange post card today.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later,' he said.  The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three with meatballs, two without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send extra sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-1220437778787517357?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/1220437778787517357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=1220437778787517357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1220437778787517357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1220437778787517357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/affair.html' title='The Affair'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8655570947285408910</id><published>2009-03-10T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:52:42.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Tattoo Removal</title><content type='html'>SNL Skit about lower back tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/61336/saturday-night-live-turlingtons-lower-back-tattoo-remover"&gt;Click to watch video on Hulu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8655570947285408910?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8655570947285408910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8655570947285408910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8655570947285408910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8655570947285408910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/tattoo-removal.html' title='Tattoo Removal'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7143078067578891641</id><published>2009-03-03T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:28:54.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Tax Auditor- perfect for the upcoming tax season</title><content type='html'>At the end of the tax year, the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the books of a synagogue.  While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said: “I notice you buy a lot of candles, Rabbi.  What do you do with the candle drippings?” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Good question,” noted the Rabbi..  “We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual &lt;br /&gt; question had a practical answer.  Then he continued on, in his obnoxious way: &lt;br /&gt;“What about all these biscuit purchases.  What do you do with the crumbs?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Ah, yes,” replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question.  “We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send a free box of holy biscuits.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I see,” replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi.  “Well, Rabbi,” he went on, “what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Here, too, we do not waste,” answered the Rabbi, having gotten the auditor exactly where he wanted him.  “What we do is save up all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7143078067578891641?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7143078067578891641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7143078067578891641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7143078067578891641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7143078067578891641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/03/tax-auditor-perfect-for-upcoming-tax.html' title='Tax Auditor- perfect for the upcoming tax season'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-4025320818633322352</id><published>2009-03-03T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:47:50.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Testicle Therapy</title><content type='html'>Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The ball hit one of the men. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;'Please allow me to help. I'm a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me, she told him. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes,' the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, 'How does that feel'? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He replied: It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She must have been a blond!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-4025320818633322352?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/4025320818633322352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=4025320818633322352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Barbie'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2300780378147910606</id><published>2009-02-10T10:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:27:46.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Showering</title><content type='html'>HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothing and place it in sectioned &lt;br /&gt;laundry hamper according to lights and darks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to bathroom wearing long robe. &lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, &lt;br /&gt;cover up any exposed areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your womanly physique in the mirror -- &lt;br /&gt;make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt; br&gt; Get in the shower. Use wash cloth, long loofah, &lt;br /&gt;wide loofah and pumice stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo &lt;br /&gt;with 43 added vitamins. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition your hair with=2 0grapefruit mint conditioner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes until red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut &lt;br /&gt;and jaffa cake body wash . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse conditioner off hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shave armpits, legs and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray mold spots with Tilex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap hair in super absorbent towel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom wearing long robe and towel on head. &lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN: &lt;br /&gt;(If he takes a shower) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed &lt;br /&gt;and leave them in a pile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk naked to the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her &lt;br /&gt;making the woo-woo sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your manly physique in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off and get out of shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially dry off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail to notice the water on floor because curtain was &lt;br /&gt;hangin g out of tub the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire wiener size in mirror again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, &lt;br /&gt;and light and fan on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom with towel around waist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her &lt;br /&gt;and make the woo-woo sound again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw wet towel on bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone who did not laugh at the truth behind this, &lt;br /&gt;there is something SO very wrong with you. &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day..... and woo woo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2300780378147910606?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2300780378147910606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2300780378147910606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2300780378147910606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2300780378147910606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/showering.html' title='Showering'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5931258271360643884</id><published>2009-02-10T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:09:14.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Marriage Poetry</title><content type='html'>THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, AND THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;      Marrying you has screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      2. I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;      That's why I always wake up screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;      This describes everything you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      4. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,&lt;br /&gt;      But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      5. I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;      -- that is until I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      6. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;      But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's&lt;br /&gt;      empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      7. I want to feel your sweet embrace;&lt;br /&gt;      But don't take that paper bag off your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      8. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes&lt;br /&gt;      Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      9. My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;      What have you stepped in to smell this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      10. My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;      Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      11. What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;      Two parts vodka, one part lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      WHO SAID POETRY IS BORING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5931258271360643884?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5931258271360643884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5931258271360643884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5931258271360643884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5931258271360643884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/marriage-poetry.html' title='Marriage Poetry'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5980973375819565811</id><published>2009-02-09T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:56:30.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Woman Drivers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygtBxhFc24A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/ygtBxhFc24A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5980973375819565811?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5980973375819565811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5980973375819565811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5980973375819565811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5980973375819565811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-drivers.html' title='Woman Drivers...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3503307526445590098</id><published>2009-02-06T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:42:21.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Grandpa and the IRS</title><content type='html'>The IRS decided to audit Grandpa, and summoned him to the IRS office.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The auditor said, 'Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable.'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it,' says Grandpa. 'How about a demonstration?'   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The auditor thinks for a moment and said, 'Okay.. Go ahead.'   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa says, 'I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.'   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The auditor thinks a moment and says, 'It's a bet.'   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it.   &lt;br /&gt;The auditor's jaw drops.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa says, 'Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn't blind, so he takes the bet.   &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye..   &lt;br /&gt;The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'Want to go double or nothing?' Grandpa asks 'I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between..'   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor's desk.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;But Grandpa's own attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;'Are you okay?' the auditor asks.   &lt;br /&gt;'Not really,' says the attorney. 'This morning, when Grandpa told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it!'   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with old folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3503307526445590098?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3503307526445590098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3503307526445590098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3503307526445590098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Last night she used me to time an egg.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;It's tough to stay married. My wife kisses  the dog on the lips, yet she won't drink from my glass!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Last night my wife met me at the front door.  She was wearing a sexy negligee. The only trouble was, she was  coming home.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;A girl phoned me and said, "Come on over.  There's nobody home." I went over. Nobody was home!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;A hooker once told me she had a headache.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I went to a massage parlor. It was self service.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for pickpockets, I'd have no  sex life at all.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I was making love to this girl and she  started crying. I said, "Are you going to hate yourself in the morning?" She  said, "No, I hate myself now."&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I knew a girl so ugly that she was known as  a two-bagger. That's when you put a bag over your head in case  the bag over her head comes off.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I knew a girl so ugly, they use her in  prisons to cure sex offenders.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;My wife is such a bad cook, if we leave  dental floss in the kitchen the roaches hang themselves.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I'm so ugly I stuck my head out the window  and got arrested for mooning.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;The other day I came home and a guy was  jogging, naked. I asked him, "Why?"  He said, "Because you came home early."&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;My wife's such a bad cook, the dog begs for Alka-Seltzer.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not sexy. When I put my underwear  on I can hear the Fruit-of-the-Loom guys giggling.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;My wife is such a bad cook, in my house we  pray after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;My wife likes to talk on the phone during  sex; she called me from Chicago last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-6558235926123556155?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/6558235926123556155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=6558235926123556155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6558235926123556155'/><link rel='self' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYgKcinowkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/sYgKcinowkI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, the best commercial ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3055197421467560892?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3055197421467560892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-6029266516259073321</id><published>2009-02-05T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:47:49.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>$500 cash money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V08wdxzL2Cw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/V08wdxzL2Cw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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money!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5796749326582998442</id><published>2009-02-05T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:23:16.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>is it golf season yet??</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife  are on the 9th green when suddenly she collapses from a  heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help me dear,"  she groans to her husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband calls 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes, picks up  his putter, and lines up his putt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife raises her head off the green and stares at him.  "I'm dying here and you're putting?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry  dear," says the husband calmly, " they found a doctor on the second hole and he's coming to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how long will it take for him to get here," she asks feebly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No time at all," says her husband. "Everybody's already agreed to let him play through."&lt;br /&gt;          -------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gushy reporter told Phil Michelson, "You are spectacular, your name is synonymous with the game of golf.  You really know your way around the course.  What's your  secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickelson replied, "The holes are numbered"&lt;br /&gt;              -----------------------------  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man and a priest are playing together.  At a short par-3 the priest asks, "What are you going to use  on this hole my son? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man says, "An 8-iron, father.  How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "I'm going to hit a soft seven and pray.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man hits his 8-iron and puts the ball on the green. The priest tops  his 7-iron and dribbles the ball out a few yards.  The young man says, "I don't know about you father, but in my church, when we pray, we keep our head  down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               ----------- ------- ------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police are called to an apartment and find a woman holding a bloody 5-iron  standing over a lifeless man.  The detective asks,"Ma'am, is that your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes " says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you hit him with that golf club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I did.."  The woman begins to sob, drops the club, and puts her hands on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times did you hit him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, five, six, maybe seven times.....just put me down for a five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;A golfer teed up his ball on the first tee, took a mighty swing and hit his  ball into a clump of trees.  He found his ball and saw an opening between  two trees he thought he could hit through. Taking out his  3-wood, he took a mighty swing. The ball hit a tree, bounced back, hit him in  the forehead and killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he approached the gates of Heaven, St. Peter asked, "Are you a good golfer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied: "Got here in two, didn't  I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride was escorted down the aisle and when she reached the altar, the groom was standing there with his golf bag and clubs at his side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "What are your golf clubs doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked her right in the eye and said, "This isn't going to take all day, is it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5796749326582998442?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5796749326582998442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5796749326582998442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5796749326582998442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5796749326582998442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-golf-season-yet.html' title='is it golf season yet??'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2238044659248934050</id><published>2009-02-02T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:22:38.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Thousands Attend Global Warming Protest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SYdH4sm942I/AAAAAAAABr0/Rie1wPNrC48/s1600-h/snowmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SYdH4sm942I/AAAAAAAABr0/Rie1wPNrC48/s400/snowmen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298282525997523810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2238044659248934050?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2238044659248934050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2238044659248934050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2238044659248934050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2238044659248934050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/thousands-attend-global-warming-protest.html' title='Thousands Attend Global Warming Protest'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SYdH4sm942I/AAAAAAAABr0/Rie1wPNrC48/s72-c/snowmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5280213181576775318</id><published>2009-02-02T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:19:54.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHO KNEW THIS???........................................... I never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving for nearly 50 years... I would think I should have noticed the little secret on my dashboard that was staring me in the face the whole time...I didn't...and I bet you didn't either... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever rented or borrowed a car and when arriving at the gas station wondered...mmm, which side is the gas filler cap? &lt;br /&gt;My normal solution was to stick my head out the window, strain my neck and look, try to see in the side mirrors or even get out of the car! &lt;br /&gt;Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to share with you my little secret so you will no longer look like Ace Ventura on your way to the gas station or put your neck at risk of discomfort or injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at your gas gauge, you will see a small icon of a gas pump? &lt;br /&gt;The handle of the gas pump will extend out on either the left or right side of the gas pump? &lt;br /&gt;If your tank is on the left, the handle will be on the left? If your tank is on the right, the handle will be on the right. It is that simple! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel dumb, just go out and share the world's best kept auto secret with your friends. Just think how much smarter you are now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my car, in addition to the gas pump handle, actually has an arrow pointing to the left side of the car – this i knew, but not the handle thing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5280213181576775318?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5280213181576775318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5280213181576775318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5280213181576775318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5280213181576775318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-knew-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3229595546146086927</id><published>2009-02-02T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:20:12.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Best Smart Ass Answers of 2008!!</title><content type='html'>SMART ASS ANSWER #6 &lt;br /&gt;It was mealtime during an airline flight.   &lt;br /&gt;'Would you like dinner?' , the flight attendant asked John, seated in front.   &lt;br /&gt;'What are my choices?'  John asked.   &lt;br /&gt;'Yes or no,' she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #5 &lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets.   &lt;br /&gt;As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. &lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, she said, 'Sir, I need to see your ticket, not your stub.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #4 &lt;br /&gt;A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. &lt;br /&gt;She asked a stock boy, ' Do these turkeys get any bigger?' &lt;br /&gt;The stock boy replied, 'No ma'am, they're dead.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #3 &lt;br /&gt;The police officer got out of his car as the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. &lt;br /&gt;'I've been waiting for you all day,' the officer said. &lt;br /&gt;The kid replied, Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could.' &lt;br /&gt;When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #2 &lt;br /&gt;A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. &lt;br /&gt;Cars are backed up for miles. &lt;br /&gt;Finally a police car comes up... &lt;br /&gt;The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?' &lt;br /&gt;The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2008!! &lt;br /&gt;A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam . &lt;br /&gt;'Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!' &lt;br /&gt;A smart-ass student in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?' &lt;br /&gt;The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering.   &lt;br /&gt;When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said.... &lt;br /&gt;'Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BONUS EXTRA &lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror. &lt;br /&gt;She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband... &lt;br /&gt;'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' &lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3229595546146086927?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3229595546146086927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3229595546146086927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3229595546146086927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3229595546146086927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3742189305779016168?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3742189305779016168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3742189305779016168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3742189305779016168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3742189305779016168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/01/gulp.html' title='Gulp...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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beats quicker, And his throat gets dry, He goes weak in the knees, And he begins to think irrationally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's because she smells like a new golf bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-758690646105259117?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/758690646105259117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=758690646105259117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/758690646105259117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy a putter until you've had a chance to throw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never try to keep more than 300 separate thoughts in your mind during your&lt;br /&gt;swing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When your shot has to carry over a water hazard, you can either hit one more&lt;br /&gt;club or two more balls. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you're afraid a full shot might reach the green while the foursome ahead&lt;br /&gt;of you is still putting out, you have two options: you can immediately shank&lt;br /&gt;a lay-up or you can wait until the green is clear and top a ball halfway&lt;br /&gt;there.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The less skilled the player, the more likely he is to share his ideas about&lt;br /&gt;the golf swing.  ;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad you are playing, it is always possible to play worse. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The inevitable result of any golf lesson is the instant elimination of the&lt;br /&gt;one critical unconscious motion that allowed you to compensate for all of&lt;br /&gt;your many other errors  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone replaces his divot after a perfect approach shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A golf match is a test of your skill against your opponents' luck. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is surprisingly easy to hole a fifty foot putt . For a 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting on your opponent to inform you when he breaks a rule is like&lt;br /&gt;expecting him to make fun of his own haircut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonchalant putts count the same as chalant putts &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's not a gimme if you're still 5 metres away.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The shortest distance between any two points on a golf course is a straight&lt;br /&gt;line that passes directly through the center of a very large tree. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can hit a two acre fairway 10% of the time and a two inch branch 90% of&lt;br /&gt;the time.  ;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you really want to get better at golf, go back and take it up at a much&lt;br /&gt;earlier age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since bad shots come in groups of three, a fourth bad shot is actually the&lt;br /&gt;beginning of the next group of three.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you look up, causing an awful shot, you will always look down again at&lt;br /&gt;exactly the moment when you ought to start watching the ball if you ever&lt;br /&gt;want to see it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time a golfer makes a birdie, he must subsequently make two triple&lt;br /&gt;bogeys to restore the fundamental equilibrium of the universe. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you want to hit a 7 iron as far as Tiger Woods does, simply try to lay up&lt;br /&gt;just short of a water hazard.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To calculate the speed of a player's downswing, multiply the speed of his&lt;br /&gt;back-swing by his handicap; I.e., back-swing 20 mph, handicap 15, downswing&lt;br /&gt;= 300 mph. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favorites:&lt;br /&gt; There are two things you can learn by stopping your back-swing at the top&lt;br /&gt;and checking the position of your hands: how many hands you have, and which&lt;br /&gt;one is wearing the glove. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hazards attract; fairways repel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball you can see in the rough from 50 yards away is not yours. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If there is a ball on the fringe and a ball in the bunker, your ball is in&lt;br /&gt;the bunker. If both balls are in the bunker, yours is in the footprint &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's easier to get up at 6:00 AM to play golf than at 10:00 to mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good drive on the 18th hole has stopped many a golfer from giving up the&lt;br /&gt;game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf is the perfect thing to do on Sunday because you always end up having&lt;br /&gt;to pray a lot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A good golf partner is one who's always slightly worse than you&lt;br /&gt;are....that's why I get so many calls to play with f riends. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If there's a storm rolling in, you'll be having the game of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf balls are like eggs. They're white. They're sold by the dozen. And you&lt;br /&gt;need to buy fresh ones each week. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a golfer who=2 0never helps out ar ound the house will&lt;br /&gt;replace his divots, repair his ball marks, and rake his sand traps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your opponent has trouble remembering whether he shot a six or a seven,&lt;br /&gt;he probably shot an eight (or worse).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes longer to learn to be a good  golfer than it does to become a brain&lt;br /&gt;surgeon. On the other hand, you don't   get to ride around on a cart, drink&lt;br /&gt;beer, eat hot dogs and fart if you are performing Brain Surgery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7598433859960232098?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7598433859960232098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7598433859960232098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7598433859960232098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7598433859960232098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-says-it-all-about-golfing.html' title='THIS SAYS IT ALL ABOUT GOLFING'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8669163880474325511</id><published>2009-01-09T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:32:18.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>An experiment  organized by the Washington  Post</title><content type='html'>A man sat at a  metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold  January morning.  He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.   During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of  people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three  minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing.   He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his  schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a  woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to  walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to  him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.  Clearly he  was late for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old  boy.  His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at  the violinist.  Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to  walk turning his head all the time.  This action was repeated by several  other children.  All the parents, without exception, forced them to move  on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only  6 people stopped and stayed for a while.  About 20 gave him money but  continued to walk their normal pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He collected  $32.  When he  finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it.  No one  applauded, nor was there any recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this but the  violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world.  He  played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth 3.5  million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before his playing in the subway, tickets for Joshua Bell's performance at  a theater in Boston were sold out and the seats averaged $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real  story.  Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by  the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and  priorities of people.  The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at  an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty?  Do we stop to appreciate  it?  Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the  possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment  to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing ???...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8669163880474325511?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8669163880474325511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8669163880474325511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8669163880474325511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8669163880474325511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/01/experiment-organized-by-washington-post.html' title='An experiment  organized by the Washington  Post'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5119962142244629926</id><published>2009-01-03T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:32:32.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Charity needed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qDC0qcf0kzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/qDC0qcf0kzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5119962142244629926?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5119962142244629926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5119962142244629926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5119962142244629926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5119962142244629926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2009/01/charity-needed.html' title='Charity needed?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2003911194952482451</id><published>2008-12-31T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:36:12.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Mystery  of the Dot</title><content type='html'>For centuries, Hindu women have worn a dot on their  foreheads. Most of us &lt;br /&gt;have  thought this was connected with their  religion, but the Indian Embassy in Washington , DC has recently revealed the  true story. When a Hindu woman gets married, she brings a dowry into the union.  On her wedding night, the husband scratches off the dot to see whether he has  won a convenience store, a gas station, a liquor store or a motel in  the United States . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is nothing under the dot, he must take a  job in India answering telephones and giving  unintelligible technical advice to frustrated Americans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2003911194952482451?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2003911194952482451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2003911194952482451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2003911194952482451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2003911194952482451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystery-of-dot.html' title='The Mystery  of the Dot'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8646657307969316033</id><published>2008-12-23T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:58:07.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Rabbi's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>A Rabbi's son had just gotten his driving permit. He asked&lt;br /&gt;His father about use of the family car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father said, "I'll make a deal with you. You bring your&lt;br /&gt;Grades up, study your Talmud a little, get your hair cut and&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a month, the boy came back and again asked his&lt;br /&gt;Father about his use of the car. The rabbi said, "Son, I am&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of you. You have brought your grades up, you've&lt;br /&gt;Studied the Talmud diligently, but you didn't get your hair&lt;br /&gt;Cut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "You know Dad, I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;About that. You know Samson had long hair, Moses had long&lt;br /&gt;Hair, Noah had long hair, and even Jesus had long hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbi said, "Yes, and everywhere they went, they walked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8646657307969316033?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8646657307969316033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8646657307969316033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8646657307969316033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8646657307969316033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/12/rabbis-wisdom.html' title='Rabbi&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5591529245354838402</id><published>2008-12-11T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:35:01.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>A  husband and wife are shopping</title><content type='html'>The  husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their  cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What  do you think you're doing?'  asks  the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They're  on sale, only $10 for 24 cans,' he replies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Put  them back, we can't afford them,' demands the wife, and so they carry on shopping.  A few aisles further along the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream  and puts it in the basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What  do you think you're doing?' asks the husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's  my face cream.  It makes me look beautiful,' replies the  wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  husband retorts: 'So does 24 cans of Budweiser and it's half the price.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  the PA system:  'Cleanup needed on aisle 25, we have a  husband down!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5591529245354838402?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5591529245354838402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5591529245354838402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5591529245354838402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-US&amp;vid=b7225a03-4a3c-47e0-9dea-51acbadc3fde" target="_new" title="The world on a string"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.catalog.video.msn.com/Image.aspx?uuid=b7225a03-4a3c-47e0-9dea-51acbadc3fde&amp;w=112&amp;h=84" border=0 alt="The world on a string" width=112 height=84&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world on a string&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8214219619417407078?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8214219619417407078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8214219619417407078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Trojan Games</title><content type='html'>Pelvic Power Lifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4YKcW0Kun0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/m4YKcW0Kun0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precision Vaulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuVv9uhtmwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/uuVv9uhtmwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLKizQoejuw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/yLKizQoejuw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5623555358363832028?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-6841367960150928167</id><published>2008-12-04T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:57:45.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:</title><content type='html'>When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys&lt;br /&gt;as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas&lt;br /&gt;pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed&lt;br /&gt;Santa even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about&lt;br /&gt;to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the&lt;br /&gt;toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of&lt;br /&gt;rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the&lt;br /&gt;cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the&lt;br /&gt;cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the&lt;br /&gt;straw off the end of the broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked&lt;br /&gt;it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. &lt;br /&gt;The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely&lt;br /&gt;day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-6841367960150928167?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/6841367960150928167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=6841367960150928167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6841367960150928167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6841367960150928167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story-for-people-having-bad.html' title='A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8024564697554183457</id><published>2008-12-01T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:36:23.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Good clean joke</title><content type='html'>A professor at the Medical University of South Carolina in Charleston,&lt;br /&gt;SC was giving a lecture on 'Involuntary Muscular Contractions' to his&lt;br /&gt;first year medical students. Realizing this was not the most riveting&lt;br /&gt;subject, the professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. He pointed&lt;br /&gt;to a young woman in the front row and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know what your ass hole is doing while you're having an orgasm?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Probably deer hunting with his buddies.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 45 minutes to restore order in the classroom.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8024564697554183457?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8024564697554183457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8024564697554183457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8024564697554183457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8024564697554183457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-clean-joke.html' title='Good clean joke'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8712386196516136834</id><published>2008-11-26T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:55:49.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Things you can only say on Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>1. Talk about a huge breast!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's Cool Whip time!&lt;br /&gt;4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!&lt;br /&gt;5. That's one terrific spread!&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you ready for seconds yet?&lt;br /&gt;8. Its a little dry, do you still want to eat it?&lt;br /&gt;9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't play with your meat.&lt;br /&gt;11. Just spread the legs open &amp; stuff it in.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?&lt;br /&gt;13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!&lt;br /&gt;14. You still have a little bit on your chin.&lt;br /&gt;15. How long will it take after you stick it in?&lt;br /&gt;16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that!&lt;br /&gt;18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8712386196516136834?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8712386196516136834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8712386196516136834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8712386196516136834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8712386196516136834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-you-can-only-say-on-thanksgiving.html' title='Things you can only say on Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3793305830373393709</id><published>2008-11-26T11:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:49:03.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Be careful with your holiday gift this year, you dont want to be put in the DOGHOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/VideoPage.aspx"&gt;Click her to see what happens in the doghouse!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3793305830373393709?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3793305830373393709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3793305830373393709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3793305830373393709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3793305830373393709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-careful-with-your-holiday-gift-this.html' title='Be careful with your holiday gift this year, you dont want to be put in the DOGHOUSE!!!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8217723114404364924</id><published>2008-11-24T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:09:33.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Good blonde joke</title><content type='html'>A blonde is showing off her new tattoo of a giant seashell on her inner  thigh. Her friends ask her why she would get such a tattoo and in that location.   She responds 'It's really cool. If you put your ear up against it, you  can smell the ocean.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8217723114404364924?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8217723114404364924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8217723114404364924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8217723114404364924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8217723114404364924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-blonde-joke_24.html' title='Good blonde joke'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2123930514762865477</id><published>2008-11-21T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:05:55.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A must check out video</title><content type='html'>This guy is making art that is so small it fits on the end of a needle!!! &lt;a href="http://www.maniacworld.com/art-in-the-eye-of-a-needle.html"&gt;Click her for video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2123930514762865477?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2123930514762865477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2123930514762865477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2123930514762865477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2123930514762865477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/must-check-out-video.html' title='A must check out video'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-6319161429667440124</id><published>2008-11-20T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:34:00.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes for your daily laugh, smirk or offense...</title><content type='html'>One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very Sexy nightie. &lt;br /&gt;'Tie me up,' she purred, 'and you can do anything you want.'  &lt;br /&gt;So he tied her up and went golfing. &lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. &lt;br /&gt;She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, 'Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!' &lt;br /&gt;The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?' &lt;br /&gt;'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband. &lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  *************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. &lt;br /&gt;First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test. &lt;br /&gt;The optician showed him a card with the letters   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'  &lt;br /&gt;'Can you read this?' the optician asked. &lt;br /&gt;'Read it?' the Polish guy replied, 'I know the guy.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    ******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.'  &lt;br /&gt;'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonay.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      ********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER?&lt;br /&gt;They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY?&lt;br /&gt;Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the! salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!' &lt;br /&gt;The wife stared at him. &lt;br /&gt;'What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?' &lt;br /&gt;The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels&lt;br /&gt;like when I'm driving.'                &lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    ********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. &lt;br /&gt;On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. &lt;br /&gt;That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. &lt;br /&gt;On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. &lt;br /&gt;That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. &lt;br /&gt;On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. &lt;br /&gt;The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-6319161429667440124?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/6319161429667440124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=6319161429667440124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6319161429667440124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/6319161429667440124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/jokes-for-your-daily-laugh-smirk-or.html' title='Jokes for your daily laugh, smirk or offense...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8489867878267018810</id><published>2008-11-10T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:10:42.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Bar Stool Economics</title><content type='html'>BAR STOOL ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SUPPOSE THAT EVERY DAY, TEN MEN GO OUT FOR BEER AND THE BILL FOR ALL TEN COMES TO $100.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; IF THEY PAID THEIR BILL THE WAY WE PAY OUR TAXES,&lt;br /&gt; IT WOULD GO SOMETHING LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; THE FIRST FOUR MEN (THE POOREST) WOULD PAY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt; THE FIFTH WOULD PAY $1.&lt;br /&gt; THE SIXTH WOULD PAY $3.&lt;br /&gt; THE SEVENTH WOULD PAY $7.&lt;br /&gt; THE EIGHTH WOULD PAY $12.&lt;br /&gt; THE NINTH WOULD PAY $18.&lt;br /&gt; THE TENTH MAN (THE RICHEST) WOULD PAY $59. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, THAT'S WHAT THEY DECIDED TO DO. THE TEN MEN DRANK IN THE BAR EVERY DAY AND SEEMED QUITE HAPPY WITH THE ARRANGEMENT, UNTIL ONE DAY, THE OWNER THREW THEM A CURVE. 'SINCE YOU ARE ALL SUCH GOOD CUSTOMERS, HE SAID, I'M GOING TO REDUCE THE COST OF YOUR DAILY BEER BY $20. DRINKS FOR THE TEN NOW COST JUST $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GROUP STILL WANTED TO PAY THEIR BILL THE WAY WE PAY OUR TAXES SO THE FIRST FOUR MEN WERE UNAFFECTED. THEY WOULD STILL DRINK FOR FREE. BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER SIX MEN - THE PAYING CUSTOMERS? HOW COULD THEY DIVIDE THE $20 WINDFALL SO THAT EVERYONE WOULD GET HIS 'FAIR SHARE?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY REALIZED THAT $20 DIVIDED BY SIX IS $3.33. BUT IF THEY SUBTRACTED THAT FROM EVERYBODY'S SHARE, THEN THE FIFTH MAN AND THE SIXTH MAN WOULD EACH END UP BEING PAID TO DRINK HIS BEER. SO, THE BAR OWNER SUGGESTED THAT IT WOULD BE FAIR TO REDUCE EACH MAN'S BILL BY ROUGHLY THE SAME AMOUNT, AND HE PROCEEDED TO WORK OUT THE AMOUNTS EACH SHOULD PAY.!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; AND SO:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; THE FIFTH MAN, LIKE THE FIRST FOUR, NOW PAID NOTHING (100% SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; THE SIXTH NOW PAID $2 INSTEAD OF $3 (33%SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; THE SEVENTH NOW PAY $5 INSTEAD OF $7 (28%SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; THE EIGHTH NOW PAID $9 INSTEAD OF $12 (25% SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; THE NINTH NOW PAID $14 INSTEAD OF $18 (22% SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; THE TENTH NOW PAID $49 INSTEAD OF $59 (16% SAVINGS).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;EACH OF THE SIX WAS BETTER OFF THAN BEFORE. AND THE FIRST FOUR CONTINUED TO DRINK FOR FREE. BUT ONCE OUTSIDE THE RESTAURANT, THE MEN BEGAN TO COMPARE THEIR SAVINGS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'I ONLY GOT A DOLLAR OUT OF THE $20, 'DECLARED THE SIXTH MAN. HE POINTED TO THE TENTH MAN, 'BUT HE GOT $10!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT,' EXCLAIMED THE FIFTH MAN. 'I ONLY SAVED A DOLLAR, TOO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;IT'S UNFAIR THAT HE GOT TEN TIMES MORE THAN I!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'THAT'S TRUE!!' SHOUTED THE SEVENTH MAN. 'WHY SHOULD HE GET $10 BACK WHEN I GOT ONLY TWO? THE WEALTHY GET ALL THE BREAKS!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'WAIT A MINUTE,' YELLED THE FIRST FOUR MEN IN UNISON. 'WE DIDN'T GET ANYTHING AT ALL. THE SYSTEM EXPLOITS THE POOR!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE NINE MEN SURROUNDED THE TENTH AND BEAT HIM UP.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT NIGHT THE TENTH MAN DIDN'T SHOW UP FOR DRINKS, SO THE NINE SAT DOWN AND HAD BEERS WITHOUT HIM. BUT WHEN IT CAME TIME TO PAY THE BILL, THEY DISCOVERED SOMETHING IMPORTANT. THEY DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY BETWEEN ALL OF THEM FOR EVEN HALF OF THE BILL!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AND THAT, BOYS AND GIRLS, JOURNALISTS AND COLLEGE PROFESSORS, IS HOW OUR TAX SYSTEM WORKS. THE PEOPLE WHO PAY THE HIGHEST TAXES GET THE MOST BENEFIT FROM A TAX REDUCTION. TAX THEM TOO MUCH, ATTACK THEM FOR BEING WEALTHY, AND THEY JUST MAY NOT SHOW UP ANYMORE. IN FACT, THEY MIGHT START DRINKING OVERSEAS WHERE THE ATMOSPHERE IS SOMEWHAT FRIENDLIER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DAVID R. KAMERSCHEN, PH.D.&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR OF ECONOMICS, UNIVERSITY OF&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND, NO EXPLANATIONIS NEEDED.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND, NO EXPLANATION IS POSSIBLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8489867878267018810?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8489867878267018810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8489867878267018810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8489867878267018810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8489867878267018810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/bar-stool-economics.html' title='Bar Stool Economics'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8361583000513585995</id><published>2008-11-10T16:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:45:58.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>4 Top Adult jokes</title><content type='html'>Fourth Place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man bumps into a woman in a hotel lobby and as he does,&lt;br /&gt;his elbow goes into her breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both quite startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turns to her and says, 'Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll forgive me.'&lt;br /&gt;She replies, 'If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 221.'&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Third Place :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as a couple lays down for bed, the husband starts rubbing his wife's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife turns over and says 'I'm sorry honey, I've got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay fresh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, rejected, turns over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he rolls back over and taps his wife again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you have a dentist appointment tomorrow too?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Runner Up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill worked in a pickle factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day&lt;br /&gt;to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed.  He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, Bill?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Bill, you didn't' she exclaimed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I did.' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God, Bill, what happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I got fired.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, Bill.  I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh..she got fired too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple had been married for 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting at the breakfast table one morning when the wife says, 'Just think, fifty years ago we were sitting here at this breakfast table together.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know,' the old man said.  'We were probably sitting here naked as a jaybird fifty years ago.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' Granny snickered.  'Let's relive some old times.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where upon, the two stripped to the buff and sat down at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know, honey,' the little old lady breathlessly replied, 'My nipples are as hot for you today as they were fifty years ago.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wouldn't be surprised,' replied Gramps.   'One's in your coffee&lt;br /&gt;and the other is in your oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8361583000513585995?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8361583000513585995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8361583000513585995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8361583000513585995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8361583000513585995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-top-adult-jokes.html' title='4 Top Adult jokes'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8296412984717674462</id><published>2008-10-31T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:02:20.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then the fight started...</title><content type='html'>My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 2 seconds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'you should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;============================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8296412984717674462?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8296412984717674462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8296412984717674462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8296412984717674462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8296412984717674462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-fight-started.html' title='And then the fight started...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8346454617408907960</id><published>2008-10-29T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:35:30.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Democrat on Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SQhmgb3XtzI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Yfa6whOgMuo/s1600-h/halloween+dem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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her goldfish'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8076468608484726020</id><published>2008-10-20T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:20:34.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>the 2009 Job Outlook is not so good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XGJq8wrw5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XGJq8wrw5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8076468608484726020?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8076468608484726020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8076468608484726020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8076468608484726020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8076468608484726020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/2009-job-outlook-is-not-so-good.html' title='the 2009 Job Outlook is not so good...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7154901658306754168</id><published>2008-10-17T15:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:45:42.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Married Couple</title><content type='html'>A woman comes home and tells her husband, 'Remember  those headaches I've been having all these years? Well, they're gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No more headaches?' the husband asks, 'What  happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replies, 'Angie referred me to a hypnotist &amp; he told me to stand  in front of a mirror, stare at myself and repeat,  I do not have a headache  I do not have a headache  I do not have a headache  Well, it worked! The headaches are all gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, that is wonderful' proclaims the husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife then says, 'You know, you haven't been  exactly a ball of fire in the bedroom these last few years, why  don't you go see  the hypnotist and see  if he can do anything for that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, the husband agrees to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his appointment, the husband comes home, rips off  his cloth es,  picks up his wife and carries her into the bedroom. He  puts her on the bed  and says, 'Don't move, I'll be right back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes into the bathroom and comes back a few minutes  later and jumps into bed and makes passionate love to his wife like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife says, 'WOW! - that was wonderful!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, 'Don't move! I will be right  back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back into the bathroom, comes back and round two  was even better than the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife sits up and her head is spinning 'OH MY GOD' she proclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband again says, 'Don't move, I'll be right back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he goes back in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, his wife quietly follows him in the bathroom, she sees him  standing at the mirror and saying .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not my wife&lt;br /&gt;She's not my wife&lt;br /&gt;She's not my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His funeral service will be held Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7154901658306754168?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7154901658306754168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7154901658306754168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7154901658306754168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7154901658306754168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/married-couple.html' title='Married Couple'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7474321345588658261</id><published>2008-10-17T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:46:01.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin's Facebook Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SPi15Ltj0lI/AAAAAAAABMA/QeOCwzKzd4M/s1600-h/palinxy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SPi15Ltj0lI/AAAAAAAABMA/QeOCwzKzd4M/s400/palinxy5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258152558956106322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7474321345588658261?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7474321345588658261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7474321345588658261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7474321345588658261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7474321345588658261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palins-facebook-page.html' title='Sarah Palin&apos;s Facebook Page'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SPi15Ltj0lI/AAAAAAAABMA/QeOCwzKzd4M/s72-c/palinxy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3428362102020955165</id><published>2008-10-13T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:14:08.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Classified Ads, supposedly real...</title><content type='html'>These classifieds were really put in the paper - a smile for your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE YORKSHIRE TERRIER. 8 years old. Hateful little bastard. Bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE PUPPIES: 1/2 Cocker Spaniel, 1/2 sneaky neighbor's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE PUPPIES.. Mother, AKC German Shepherd. Father, Super Dog...able to leap tall fences in a single bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUND DIRTY WHITE DOG. Looks like a rat. Been out a while. Better be a big reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWS, CALVES: NEVER BRED. Also 1 gay bull for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORDIC TRACK $300 Hardly used, call Chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIA PEACHES California grown - 89 cents/lb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOINING NUDIST COLONY! Must sell washer and dryer $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDDING DRESS FOR SALE Worn once by mistake. Call Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SALE BY OWNER: Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent condition. $1,000 or best offer. No longer needed, Got married last month. Wife knows everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3428362102020955165?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3428362102020955165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3428362102020955165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3428362102020955165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3428362102020955165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/classified-ads-supposedly-real.html' title='Classified Ads, supposedly real...'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-4359030970567326274</id><published>2008-10-11T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:56:10.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Spice Up your life</title><content type='html'>Three women friends, one in a casual relationship, one engaged to be married and one a long-time wife, met for drinks after work. The conversation eventually drifted towards how best to spice up their sex lives. After much discussion, they decided to surprise their men by engaging in some S&amp;M role playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week they met up again to compare notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping her drink, the single girl leered and said, 'Last Friday at the end of the work day I went to my boyfriend's office wearing a leather coat. When all the other people had left, I slipped out of it and all I had on was a leather bodice, black stockings and stiletto heels. He was so aroused that we made mad passionate love on his desk right then and there!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engaged woman giggled and said, 'That's pretty much my story! When my fianc=C 3 got home last Friday, he found me waiting for him in a black mask, leather bodice, black hose and stiletto pumps. He was so turned on that we not only made love all night, he wants to move up our wedding date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The married woman put her glass down and said, 'I did a lot of planning. I made arrangements for the kids to stay over at Grandma's. I took a long scented-oil bath and then put on my best perfume. I slipped into a tight leather bodice, a black garter belt, black stockings and six-inch stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;I finished it off with a black mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband got home from work, he grabbed a beer and the remote, sat down and yelled; 'Hey, Batman, what's for dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-4359030970567326274?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/4359030970567326274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=4359030970567326274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4359030970567326274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4359030970567326274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/spice-up-your-life.html' title='Spice Up your life'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2025256822828100168</id><published>2008-10-09T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:28:10.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>710</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage.  A blonde came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked at each other and another customer asked, 'What is a seven-hundred-ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need a new one..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but this piece had always been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then took her over to another car which had its hood up and asked 'is there a 710 on this car?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed and said, 'Of course, it' s right there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not sure what a 710 is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotautoweb.com/cogifs/710.jpg"&gt;Click here to find out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2025256822828100168?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2025256822828100168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2025256822828100168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2025256822828100168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2025256822828100168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/710.html' title='710'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8094512525273395439</id><published>2008-10-03T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:47:05.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Redneck Fire Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOZaiCpqTHI/AAAAAAAABL4/hO35FVtlIR0/s1600-h/redneck+fire+alarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOZaiCpqTHI/AAAAAAAABL4/hO35FVtlIR0/s400/redneck+fire+alarm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252985556247923826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8094512525273395439?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8094512525273395439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8094512525273395439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8094512525273395439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8094512525273395439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/redneck-fire-alarm.html' title='Redneck Fire Alarm'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOZaiCpqTHI/AAAAAAAABL4/hO35FVtlIR0/s72-c/redneck+fire+alarm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5536738345556987916</id><published>2008-10-03T13:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:42:12.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Maybe going fishing is a bad idea??</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential down pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving wife of 20 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know to this day if she was joking, but I have stopped fishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5536738345556987916?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5536738345556987916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5536738345556987916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5536738345556987916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5536738345556987916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-going-fishing-is-bad-idea.html' title='Maybe going fishing is a bad idea??'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5674537695780179874</id><published>2008-10-01T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:14:08.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>September Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOOhw5jeC6I/AAAAAAAABLw/MgPOltQI-bY/s1600-h/Sept+Madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOOhw5jeC6I/AAAAAAAABLw/MgPOltQI-bY/s400/Sept+Madness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219451899513762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is early for March Madness, so this should hold us over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5674537695780179874?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5674537695780179874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5674537695780179874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5674537695780179874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5674537695780179874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-madness.html' title='September Madness'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/SOOhw5jeC6I/AAAAAAAABLw/MgPOltQI-bY/s72-c/Sept+Madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5465420101536330290</id><published>2008-10-01T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:10:57.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Irish castaway</title><content type='html'>One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10  years, saw a speck on the horizon. He thought to himself, 'It's certainly not a ship.' As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out even  the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask and zipping down the top of the wet suit stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him,'Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigar?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ten years,' replied the amazed Irishman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wetsuit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. 'Faith and begorrah, said the castaway, 'that is so good! I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Powers Irish        Whiskey?' asked the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, the castaway replied, 'Ten years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the flask and took a long drink. 'Tis nectar of the gods!'        shouted the Irishman.'  'Tis truly fantastic!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man and asked, 'And how long has it been since you played around?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed, 'Jesus,        Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5465420101536330290?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5465420101536330290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5465420101536330290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5465420101536330290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5465420101536330290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/irish-castaway.html' title='Irish castaway'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-851242223329901356</id><published>2008-10-01T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:28:18.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Investment Advice</title><content type='html'>If you had purchased $1000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago you will have $49.00 today. &lt;br /&gt;If you had purchased $1000 of shares in AIG one year ago &lt;br /&gt;you will have $33.00 today. &lt;br /&gt;If you had purchased $1000 of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago you will have $0.00 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you had purchased $1000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling refund you will have received  $214.00. &lt;br /&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily &amp; recycle. It is called the 401-Keg plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-851242223329901356?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/851242223329901356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=851242223329901356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/851242223329901356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/851242223329901356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/10/investment-advice.html' title='Investment Advice'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-2433363463143189465</id><published>2008-09-26T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:59:44.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Great Schlep-  I guess we need to help our grandparents vote for Obama...  hard to argue with Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?5320a921" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=dafdd1aa7b" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=dafdd1aa7b" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?5320a921" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/sarah_silverman"&gt;Sarah Silverman&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegreatschlep.com"&gt;The Great Schlep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-2433363463143189465?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/2433363463143189465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=2433363463143189465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2433363463143189465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/2433363463143189465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-schlep-i-guess-we-need-to-help.html' title='The Great Schlep-  I guess we need to help our grandparents vote for Obama...  hard to argue with Sarah'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8441161810608828689</id><published>2008-09-22T17:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:33:11.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity</title><content type='html'>1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer at passing Cars See If They Slow Down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice. &lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask if they want fries with that. &lt;br /&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it 'Inbox'. &lt;br /&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks . Once Everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso. &lt;br /&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write 'For Smuggling Diamonds.' &lt;br /&gt;7. Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy.' &lt;br /&gt;8. Don't use any punctuation. &lt;br /&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk. &lt;br /&gt;10 Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face. &lt;br /&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go.' &lt;br /&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera. &lt;br /&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme? &lt;br /&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day. &lt;br /&gt;15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because you're Not In the Mood. &lt;br /&gt;16. Have Your Coworkers Address You By Your Wrestling Name 'Rock Bottom.' &lt;br /&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I won!' &lt;br /&gt;18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!' &lt;br /&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8441161810608828689?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8441161810608828689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8441161810608828689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8441161810608828689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8441161810608828689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/19-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5464640206503908364</id><published>2008-09-22T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:59:23.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>At the golf course:</title><content type='html'>A foursome of guys is waiting at the men's tee, while another foursome of women is hitting from the ladies' tees. The ladies are taking their time. When the final lady is ready to hit her ball, she hacks it ten feet.  She goes over and whiffs it completely. Then, she hacks it another ten feet, and finally hacks it another five feet. She looks up at the patiently waiting men and says apologetically, 'I guess all those f---ing lessons I took over the winter didn't help. One of the men immediately responds, 'Well, there you have it...you should have taken golf lessons instead!' He never even had a chance to duck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5464640206503908364?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5464640206503908364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5464640206503908364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5464640206503908364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5464640206503908364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-golf-course.html' title='At the golf course:'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-4623275162029111442</id><published>2008-09-22T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:11:37.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin- u gotta be kidding me with this choice??</title><content type='html'>" I for one was leaning to Mccain before he picked Palin... the commentary below was interesting to me and is certainly making it hard to impossible to vote for a ticket with Palin on it."  Jeff&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by this report by someone who knows Palin intimately. It's far more revealing than anything I've seen in the media since it's from someone who has knows her for years and lived in the city of which Palin was mayor.  I've done the Google and Truthout checks on Kilkenney and she appears to be the real thing.  She has some good points, and some not so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post in response to the Washington Independent article entitled 'The Reform Candidate?' &lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonindependent.com/3671/the-reform-candidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;So many people have asked me about what I know about Sarah Palin in the last 2 days that I decided to write something up . . .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton have only 2 things in common: their gender and their good looks.  You have my permission to forward this to your friends/email contacts with my name and email address attached, but please do not post it on any websites, as there are too many kooks out there . . .&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT SARAH PALIN&lt;br /&gt;I am a resident of Wasilla, Alaska. I have known Sarah since 1992.  Everyone here knows Sarah, so it is nothing special to say we are on a first-name basis. Our children have attended the same schools. Her father was my child's favorite substitute teacher. I also am on a first name basis with her parents and mother-in-law. I attended more City Council meetings during her administration than about 99% of the residents of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is enormously popular; in every way she's like the most popular girl in middle school. Even men who think she is a poor choice and won't vote for her can't quit smiling when talking about her because she is a 'babe'. It is astonishing and almost scary how well she can keep a secret. She kept her most recent pregnancy a secret from her children and parents for seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 'pro-life'. She recently gave birth to a Down's syndrome baby.&lt;br /&gt;There is no cover-up involved, here; Trig is her baby.&lt;br /&gt;She is energetic and hardworking. She regularly worked out at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is savvy. She doesn't take positions; she just 'puts things out there' and if they prove to be popular, then she takes credit.  Her husband works a union job on the North Slope for BP and is a champion snowmobile racer. Todd Palin's kind of job is highly sought-after because of the schedule and high pay. He arranges his work schedule so he can fish for salmon in Bristol Bay for a month or so in summer, but by no stretch of the imagination is fishing their major source of income. Nor has her life-style ever been anything like that of native Alaskans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and her whole family are avid hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her experience is as mayor of a city with a population of about 5,000 (at the time), and less than 2 years as governor of a state with about 670,000 residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her mayoral administration most of the actual work of running this small city was turned over to an administrator. She had been pushed to hire this administrator by party power-brokers after she had gotten herself into some trouble over precipitous firings which had given rise to a recall campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah campaigned in Wasilla as a 'fiscal conservative'. During her 6 years as Mayor, she increased general government expenditures by over 33%. During those same 6 years the amount of taxes collected by the City increased by 38%. This was during a period of low inflation (1996-2002). She reduced progressive property taxes and increased a regressive sales tax which taxed even food. The tax cuts that she promoted benefited large corporate property owners way more than they benefited residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge increases in tax revenues during her mayoral administration weren't enough to fund everything on her wish list though, borrowed money was needed, too. She inherited a city with zero debt, but left it with indebtedness of over $22 million. What did Mayor Palin encourage the voters to borrow money for? Was it the infrastructure that she said she supported? The sewage treatment plant that the city lacked? or a new library? No. $1m for a park. $15m-plus for construction of a multi-use sports complex which she rushed through to build on a piece of property that the City didn't even have clear title to, that was still in litigation 7 yrs later--to the delight of the lawyers involved! The sports complex itself is a nice addition to the community but a huge money pit, not the profit-generator she claimed it would be. She also supported bonds for $5.5m for road projects that could have been done in 5-7 yrs without any borrowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mayor, City Hall was extensively remodeled and her office redecorated more than once. These are small numbers, but Wasilla is a very small  city.&lt;br /&gt;As an oil producer, the high price of oil has created a budget surplus in Alaska. Rather than invest this surplus in technology that will make us energy independent and increase efficiency, as Governor she proposed distribution of this surplus to every individual in the state. In this time of record state revenues and budget surpluses, she recommended that the state borrow/bond for road projects, even while she proposed distribution of surplus state revenues: spend today's surplus, borrow for needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not very tolerant of divergent opinions or open to outside ideas or pompromise. As Mayor, she fought ideas that weren't generated by her or her staff. Ideas weren't evaluated on their merits, but on the basis of who proposed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sarah was Mayor of Wasilla she tried to fire our highly respected City Librarian because the Librarian refused to consider removing from the library some books that Sarah wanted removed. City residents rallied to the defense of the City Librarian and against Palin's attempt at out-and-out censorship, so Palin backed down and withdrew her termination letter. People who fought her attempt to oust the Librarian are on her enemies list to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah complained about the 'old boy's club' when she first ran for Mayor, so what did she bring Wasilla? A new set of 'old boys'. Palin fired most of the experienced staff she inherited. At the City and as Governor she hired or elevated new, inexperienced, obscure people, creating a staff totally dependent on her for their jobs and eternally grateful and fiercely loyal--loyal to the point of abusing their power to further her personal agenda, as she has acknowledged happened in the case of pressuring the State's top cop (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mayor, Sarah fired Wasilla's Police Chief because he 'intimidated' her, she told the press. As Governor, her recent firing of Alaska's top cop has the ring of familiarity about it. He served at her pleasure and she had every legal right to fire him, but it's pretty clear that an important factor in her decision to fire him was because he wouldn't fire her sister's ex-husband, a State Trooper. Under investigation for abuse of power, she has had to admit that more than 2 dozen contacts were made between her staff and family to the person that she later fired, pressuring him to fire her ex-brother-in-law. She tried to replace the man she fired with a man who she knew had been reprimanded for sexual harassment; when this caused a public furor, she withdrew her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has bitten the hand of every person who extended theirs to her in help. The City Council person who personally escorted her around town introducing her to voters when she first ran for Wasilla City Council became one of her first targets when she was later elected Mayor. She abruptly fired her loyal City Administrator; even people who didn't like the guy were stunned by this ruthlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of retribution has kept all of these people from saying anything publicly about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When then-Governor Murkowski was handing out political plums, Sarah got the best, Chair of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission: one of the few jobs not in Juneau and one of the best paid. She had no background in oil &amp; gas issues. Within months of scoring this great job which paid $122,400/yr, she was complaining in the press about the high salary. I was told that she hated that job: the commute, the structured hours, the work. Sarah became aware that a member of this Commission (who was also the State Chair of the Republican Party) engaged in unethical behavior on the job. In a gutsy move which some undoubtedly cautioned her could be political suicide, Sarah solved all her problems in one fell swoop: got out of the job she hated and garnered gobs of media attention as the patron saint of ethics and as a gutsy fighter against the 'old boys' club' when she dramatically quit, exposing this man's ethics violations (for which he was fined).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mayor, she had her hand stuck out as far as anyone for pork from Senator Ted Stevens. Lately, she has castigated his pork-barrel politics and publicly humiliated him. She only opposed the 'bridge to nowhere' after it became clear that it would be unwise not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Governor, she gave the Legislature no direction and budget guidelines, then made a big grandstand display of line-item vetoing projects, calling them pork. Public outcry and further legislative action restored most of these projects--which had been vetoed simply because she was not aware of their importance--but with the unobservant she had gained a reputation as 'anti-pork'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is solidly Republican: no political maverick. The State party leaders hate her because she has bit them in the back and humiliated them. Other members of the party object to her self-description as a fiscal conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Wasilla there are people who went to high school with Sarah. They call her 'Sarah Barracuda' because of her unbridled ambition and predatory ruthlessness. Before she became so powerful, very ugly stories circulated around town about shenanigans she pulled to be made point guard on the high school basketball team. When Sarah's mother-in-law, a highly respected member of the community and experienced manager, ran for Mayor, Sarah refused to endorse her.  As Governor, she stepped outside of the box and put together of package of legislation known as 'AGIA' that forced the oil companies to march to the beat of her drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most Alaskans, she favors drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. She has questioned if the loss of sea ice is linked to global warming. She campaigned 'as a private citizen' against a state initiaitive that would have either a) protected salmon streams from pollution from mines, or b) tied up in the courts all mining in the state (depending on who you listen to). She has pushed the State's lawsuit against the Dept. of the Interior's decision to list polar bears as threatened species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain is the oldest person to ever run for President; Sarah will be a heartbeat away from being President. There has to be literally millions of Americans who are more knowledgeable and experienced than she. However, there's a lot of people who have underestimated her and are regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAIM VS FACT&lt;br /&gt;* 'Hockey mom': true for a few years&lt;br /&gt;* 'PTA mom': true years ago when her first-born was in elementary school, not since&lt;br /&gt;* 'NRA supporter': absolutely true&lt;br /&gt;* Social conservative: mixed. Opposes gay marriage, BUT vetoed a bill that would have denied benefits to employees in same-sex relationships (said she did this because it was unconstitutional).&lt;br /&gt;* Pro-creationism: mixed. Supports it, BUT did nothing as Governor to promote it.&lt;br /&gt;* 'Pro-life': mixed. Knowingly gave birth to a Down's syndrome baby BUT declined to call a special legislative session on some pro-life legislation&lt;br /&gt;* 'Experienced': Some high schools have more students than Wasilla has residents. Many cities have more residents than the state of Alaska. No legislative experience other than City Council. Little hands-on supervisory or managerial experience; needed help of a city administrator to run town of about 5,000.&lt;br /&gt;* Political maverick: not at all &lt;br /&gt;* Gutsy: absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;* Open &amp; transparent: ??? Good at keeping secrets. Not good at explaining actions.&lt;br /&gt;* Has a developed philosophy of public policy: no&lt;br /&gt;* 'A Greenie': no. Turned Wasilla into a wasteland of big box stores and disconnected parking lots. Is pro-drilling off-shore and in ANWR.&lt;br /&gt;* Fiscal conservative: not by my definition!&lt;br /&gt;* Pro-infrastructure: No. Promoted a sports complex and park in a city without a sewage treatment plant or storm drainage system. Built streets to early 20th century standards.&lt;br /&gt;* Pro-tax relief: Lowered taxes for businesses, increased tax burden on residents&lt;br /&gt;* Pro-small government: No. Oversaw greatest expansion of city government in Wasilla's history.&lt;br /&gt;* Pro-labor/pro-union. No. Just because her husband works union doesn't make her pro-labor. I have seen nothing to support any claim that she is pro-labor/pro-union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I WRITING THIS?&lt;br /&gt;First, I have long believed in the importance of being an informed voter. I am a voter registrar. For 10 years I put on student voting programs in the schools. If you google my name (Anne Kilkenny + Alaska), you will find references to my participation in local government, education, and PTA/parent organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've always operated in the belief that 'Bad things happen when good people stay silent'. Few people know as much as I do because few have gone to as many City Council meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I am just a housewife. I don't have a job she can bump me out of. I don't belong to any organization that she can hurt. But, I am no fool; she is immensely popular here, and it is likely that this will cost me somehowe in the future: that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, she has hated me since back in 1996, when I was one of the 100 or so people who rallied to support the City Librarian against Sarah's attempt at censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I looked around and realized that everybody else was afraid to say anything because they were somehow vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAVEATS&lt;br /&gt;I am not a statistician. I developed the numbers for the increase in spending &amp; taxation 2 years ago (when Palin was running for Governor) from information supplied to me by the Finance Director of the City of Wasilla, and I can't recall exactly what I adjusted for: did I adjust for inflation? for population increases? Right now, it is impossible for a private person to get any info out of City Hall -- they are swamped. So I can't verify my numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that there are various numbers circulating for the population of Wasilla, ranging from my 'about 5,000', up to 9,000. The day Palin's selection was announced a city official told me that the current population is about 7,000. The official 2000 census count was 5,460. I have used about 5,000 because Palin was Mayor from 1996 to 2002, and the city was growing rapidly in the mid-90's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-4623275162029111442?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/4623275162029111442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=4623275162029111442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4623275162029111442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4623275162029111442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-u-gotta-be-kidding-me-with.html' title='Sarah Palin- u gotta be kidding me with this choice??'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5933443595805256890</id><published>2008-09-22T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:52:06.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Threesome</title><content type='html'>I ended up with an older woman at a club last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked pretty good for a 60-year-old. In fact, she wasn't too bad at all, and I found myself thinking that she probably had a really hot daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank a bit, and we had a bit of a snuggle, and she asked if I ever had a 'Sportsman's Double?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's that?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a mother and daughter threesome,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh...' I said as my mind began to embrace the idea, 'No, I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered what this daughter of hers might look like.We drank a bit more, then she says with a wink that tonight was ' my lucky night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put on the hall light and shouted upstairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mom, you still awake'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5933443595805256890?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5933443595805256890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5933443595805256890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5933443595805256890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5933443595805256890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/threesome.html' title='The Threesome'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-9125934418400080934</id><published>2008-09-19T10:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:46:26.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Gates &amp; Seinfeld getting to know the people</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBWPf1BWtkw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBWPf1BWtkw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uz6amk3P-hY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uz6amk3P-hY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is this the coolest thing Microsoft has ever done.  They spent $10 million to get Jerry to do some commercial shots with Bill.  They are both hilarious... so good, its hard to imagine it being a commercial..  But of course in typical Microsoft fashion, their PR firm pulled the TV commercial version before they played out the whole series.  See the article discussing that.  I will post the other commercials for you as well in a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tech.yahoo.com/blog/null/105631"&gt;Link to Yahoo article discussing this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-9125934418400080934?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/9125934418400080934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=9125934418400080934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/9125934418400080934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/9125934418400080934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/gates-seinfeld-getting-to-know-people.html' title='Gates &amp; Seinfeld getting to know the people'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-4160787059795738945</id><published>2008-09-18T23:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:00:45.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Burning Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6f2ru4JzI9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6f2ru4JzI9g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you not familiar with Burning Man, check this out.  I think it must be on my list of things to do once in my life.  Anyone game??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-4160787059795738945?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/4160787059795738945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=4160787059795738945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4160787059795738945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/4160787059795738945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/burning-man.html' title='Burning Man!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7234754429863863095</id><published>2008-09-18T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:36:13.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>"BUBBA'S TAKE ON OBAMA"</title><content type='html'>"Hmm, all interesting points by Bubba...anyone else conflicted on who to vote for at this point?"  Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I'VE GOTT'N THIS ALL WRONG - ME JUST&lt;br /&gt;BE'N AN OLD FARM BOY WITHOUT MUCH EDUCATION...&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, Y'ALL CHECK THIS OUT:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HIS FATHER WAS A KENYAN, A MUSLIM, AND A BLACK...&lt;br /&gt;WE SEEN ALL THOSE PICTURES OF HIS NICE AFRICAN FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS MOTHER IS KANSAN, ATHEIST AND WHITE. SO WHERE ARE ALL THOSE PICTURES OF HIS NICE WHITE MOTHER AND HIS NICE WHITE GRANDPARENTS - THE ONES WHO RAISED HIM ALL THOSE EARLY YEARS?  HIS FATHER DESERTED HIS MOTHER AND HIM WHEN HE WAS VERY YOUNG AND MOVED BACK TO LIVE WITH HIS FAMILY IN KENYA (THAT'S THE ONES IN THE PICTURES). HIS WHITE MOTHER THEN MARRIED AN INDONESIAN MUSLIM AND TOOK HIM TO THE CITY OF JAKARTA WHERE HE WAS FIRST SCHOOLEDIN A MUSLIM SCHOOL...HIS MOTHER THEN MOVED TO HAWAII AND HE WAS RAISED BY HIS WHITE MIDDLE-AMERICAN GRANDPARENTS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;UMMM...&lt;br /&gt;NOW HERE'S THE HARD PART FOR ME&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(HELP ME OUT HERE, IF YOU CAN):&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;SOMEHOW, SUDDENLY - HE WENT TO THE BEST HIGH DOLLAR PREP SCHOOLS IN AMERICA, &lt;br /&gt;AND LATER, HE GOT INTO A TOP IVY LEAGUE COLLEGE AND LATER, INTO HARVARD LAW SCHOOL  HOW? WHO SPONSORED HIM? WHO PAID FOR ALL THAT SCHOOLING? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU LOOKED AT TUITION EXPENSES TO ATTEND UNDERGRADUATE YALE LATELY? &lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT HARVARD LAW SCHOOL? &lt;br /&gt;(SOMEBODY PAID A LOT OF BUCKS FOR THIS KID'S &lt;br /&gt;IVY LEAGUE EDUCATION.......WHO?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SENATOR'S SALARY IS NOT THAT GREAT, BUT THIS YOUNG MAN AND HIS YOUNG WIFE PRESENTLY LIVE IN A $1.4 MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE THAT HE ACQUIRED THROUGH A "DEAL" WITH A WEALTHY FUNDRAISER.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SORT OF "DEAL"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT OUT OF HARVARD LAW, HE "WORKED" AS A CIVIL RIGHTS ACTIVIST IN CHICAGO.&lt;br /&gt;   HE THEN ENTERED POLITICS AT THE STATE LEVEL AND THEN MOVED TO THE NATIONAL LEVEL - WHERE HE SCRAMBLES TODAY WITH VERY MINIMAL EXPERIENCE IN ANYTHING - WHILE OTHER&lt;br /&gt; PEOPLE WRITE HIS SPEECHES FOR HIM.IN ALL HIS TIME IN THE STATE AND NATIONAL&lt;br /&gt; LEGISLATURES, HE'S NEVER LAUNCHED ANY IMPORTANT LEGISLATION WHATSOEVER - MOSTLY, HE'S BEEN OUT RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;   HE CLAIMS TO BE "PROUD OF HIS AFRICAN HERITAGE",  BUT IT SEEMS THAT HIS ONLY CONNECTION WITH AFRICA WAS THAT HIS AFRICAN FATHER GOT A WHITE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;PREGNANT AND THEN DESERTED HER.&lt;br /&gt;   UMMM....&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS THE PRIDE IN HIS WHITE HERITAGE?&lt;br /&gt; AFTER ALL, IT WAS WHITE GRANDPARENTS THAT RAISED HIM!&lt;br /&gt;   HE IS PRESENTLY A MEMBER (FOR OVER 20 YEARS!)&lt;br /&gt; OF AN "AFROCENTRIC" CHURCH IN CHICAGO THAT HATES WHITES, HATES JEWS AND BLAMES AMERICA FOR ALL THE WORLD'S FAULTS.  HE REPEATEDLY COVERED UP FOR THAT PASTOR &lt;br /&gt;AND THAT CHURCH - SAYING THAT HE CAN SEPARATE THE RELIGION FROM THE POLITICS WHEN HE HEARS A HATE-WHITEY SERMON.&lt;br /&gt;   HE CLAIMS THAT HE WAS SIMPLY UNABLE TO CONFRONT HIS PASTOR OF 20+ YEARS ABOUT THE PASTOR'S DEMONSTRATED UN-AMERICAN BIAS, &lt;br /&gt;BUT... &lt;br /&gt;HE WANTS US TO BELIEVE THAT HE CAN CONFRONT NORTH KOREA AND IRAN WHEN THE TIME ARISES&lt;br /&gt;TO TAKE AMERICA'S SIDE.   YEAH - WITH THIS BACKGROUND AND EXPERIENCE, HE&lt;br /&gt; "HOPES" THAT HE CAN BE A UNITER AND BRING US ALL TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;WE THINK THAT THE REAL "HOPE" IS..... &lt;br /&gt;THAT HE REALLY HOPES....&lt;br /&gt;THAT NO ONE WILL PUT ALL THESE PIECES&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHER....&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL AFTER THE ELECTION.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7234754429863863095?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7234754429863863095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7234754429863863095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7234754429863863095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7234754429863863095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/bubbas-take-on-obama.html' title='&quot;BUBBA&apos;S TAKE ON OBAMA&quot;'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-815512778982046616</id><published>2008-09-18T15:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:05:53.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>A Hundred and Forty-three Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Since it is hard core political time, i figured i would throw another political zinger out there.  I have to admit, i am currently siding with voting for Obama, but thought this was too good to not post."  Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You couldn't get a job at McDonalds and become district manager after &lt;br /&gt;143 days of experience. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You couldn't  become chief of surgery after 143 days of experience &lt;br /&gt;of being a surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't get a job as a teacher and be the superintendent after &lt;br /&gt;143 days of experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't join the military and become a colonel after a 143 days &lt;br /&gt;of experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't get a job as a reporter and become the nightly news &lt;br /&gt;anchor after 143 days of experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time Barack Obama was sworn in as a United State Senator, to &lt;br /&gt;the time he announced he was forming a Presidential exploratory &lt;br /&gt;committee, he logged 143 days of experience in the Senate. That's how &lt;br /&gt;many days the Senate was actually in session and working.  After 143 &lt;br /&gt;days of work experience, Obama believed he was ready to be Commander &lt;br /&gt;In Chief, Leader of the Free World, and fill the shoes of Abraham &lt;br /&gt;Lincoln, FDR, JFK and Ronald Reagan. 143 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, strangely, a large sector of the American public is okay with &lt;br /&gt;this and campaigning for him. We wouldn't accept this in our own line &lt;br /&gt;of work, yet some are okay with this for the President of the  United &lt;br /&gt;States of America?  Come on folks, we are not voting for the next &lt;br /&gt;American Idol !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-815512778982046616?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/815512778982046616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=815512778982046616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/815512778982046616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/815512778982046616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/hundred-and-forty-three-days.html' title='A Hundred and Forty-three Days'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5369744563077082481</id><published>2008-09-17T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:00:03.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Bacon Tree?</title><content type='html'>Back in the wild west, a westbound wagon train was lost and very low on food. No other people had been seen for days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, they saw an old Jewish man sitting beneath a tree. The leader rushed up to him and said, "We're lost. Is there someplace ahead where we can get food?" "Vell," the old Jewish man said, "I vould definitely NOT go over dat hill. Somevun told me you'll run into a big bacon tree."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"A bacon tree!!!!?" asked the wagon train leader. "Yah, yah ah bacon tree. Trust me. For nutting vud I lie."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The leader goes back and tells his people what the Jewish man had told him. "So why did he say not to go there?" some pioneers asked. "Oh, you know the Jewish folks - they don't eat bacon."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the wagon train goes up the hill and down the other side. About an hour later the leader of the wagon train returns to where the old Jewish man is sitting and enjoying his drink. He was disheveled and wounded. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The near-dead man starts shouting, "You fool! You sent us to our deaths! We followed your instructions, but there was no bacon tree. Just hundreds of Indians. They killed everyone but me."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Jewish man holds up his hand and says, "Oy, vait a minute, vait a minute." He gets out an English-Yiddish dictionary and begins thumbing through it. "Oh mine Gott, I made myself ah big mistake. It vuz not a bacon tree. I mant to say it vuz a ham bush!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5369744563077082481?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5369744563077082481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5369744563077082481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5369744563077082481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5369744563077082481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/bacon-tree.html' title='Bacon Tree?'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1012923744349741727</id><published>2008-09-16T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:21:44.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Military death by year and ethnicity - interesting facts</title><content type='html'>"I hate go political here, but thought this posed some very interesting facts about the war and the misconceptions we all have.  I know this surprised me!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Losses, 1980 thru 2007   Whatever your politics, however you lean, however you feel about the current  administration, this report should open some eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Military losses,1980 through 2007.  As tragic as the loss of any member of the US Armed Forces is, consider the  following statistics:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The annual fatalities of military members while actively serving in the  armed forces from 1980 through 2006:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1980 ...........2,392 (Carter Year)&lt;br /&gt;1981 .......... 2,380 (Reagan Year)&lt;br /&gt;1984 .......... 1,999 (Reagan Year)&lt;br /&gt;1988 .......... 1,819 (Reagan Year)&lt;br /&gt;1989 .......... 1,636 (George H W Year)&lt;br /&gt;1990 .......... 1,508 (George H W Year)&lt;br /&gt;1991 .......... 1,787 (George  H W Year)&lt;br /&gt;1992 .......... 1,293 (George H W Year)&lt;br /&gt;1993 .......... 1,213 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1994 .......... 1,075 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1995 .......... 2,465 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1996 .......... 2,318 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1997 ............  817 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1998 .......... 2,252 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;1999 .......... 1,984 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;2000 ...........1,983 (Clinton Year)&lt;br /&gt;2001 ............. 890 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2002 ......... 1,007 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2003 ......... 1,410 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2004 ..........1,887 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2005 ............ 919 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2006.............. 920 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;2007...............899 (George W Year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton years (1993-2000): 14,000 deaths&lt;br /&gt;George W years (2001-2006): 7,932 deaths&lt;br /&gt;If you are surprised when you look at these figures, so was I.  These figures mean that the loss from the two latest conflicts in the Middle East are LESS than the loss of military personnel during Bill Clinton's presidency; when America wasn't even involved in a war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I was even more shocked when I read that in 1980, during the reign of President (Nobel Peace Prize winner) Jimmy Carter, there were 2,392 US military fatalities!&lt;br /&gt;I think that these figures indicate that many members of our Media and our politicians will pick and choose the information on which they report. Of course we all know that they present only those 'facts which support their agenda-driven reporting. But why do so many of them march in lock-step to twist the truth? Where do so many of them get their marching-orders for their agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want further proof? Consider the latest census, of Americans. It shows the following FACTS about the distribution of American citizens, by Race:        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European descent 69.12%&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic ..............   12.5%&lt;br /&gt;Black ..................    12.3%&lt;br /&gt;Asian ....................   3.7%&lt;br /&gt;Native American ...    1.0%&lt;br /&gt;Other....................    2.6%&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now... here are the fatalities by Race; over the past three years in Iraqi Freedom:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;European descent (white) 74.31%&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic ............   10.74%&lt;br /&gt;Black ..................    9.67%&lt;br /&gt;Asian ...................   1.81%&lt;br /&gt;Native American ...   1.09%&lt;br /&gt;Other ...................    0.33%&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was surprised again... until it became clear to me that the point here is that our mainstream media continues to spin these figures (for political gain). Nothing more!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about politics and some politicians, are now famous for turning American against American for a vote. Consider Hillary Clinton's stump speech after her Super Tuesday 'victory' stating that the current administration does not listen' to anyone and continues the war costing precious American lives. Yes I might even agree with her, but she should be made to acknowledge her own husband's administration, without having an actual war, sent more soldiers to death during his presidency, and is on record of forcing the military to release Osama when we actually had him detained at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I am not suggesting that any particular political party is necessarily right, there is a lot wrong.  But, I hope that during the time between now and November, that intelligent Americans can decipher the facts from the spin and the spinners from the leaders; those who seek even more power from those that seek justice, the dividers from the uniters.&lt;br /&gt; Over the next months let's be good listeners and see and hear who really tries to divide our nation; and who wants to unite our nation. Who wants to control how our money is spent and who wants our money spent the way we would spend it. Who seeks power and who seeks justice?  Who spins the facts and who is genuine. (Very few are on both sides)&lt;br /&gt;The above statistics are published by Congressional Research Service, and they may be confirmed by anyone at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fas.org/sgp/crs/natsec/RL32492.pdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-1012923744349741727?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/1012923744349741727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=1012923744349741727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1012923744349741727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1012923744349741727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/military-death-by-year-and-ethnicity.html' title='Military death by year and ethnicity - interesting facts'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7195413893603162989</id><published>2008-09-15T12:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:04:52.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Why, Why, Why,</title><content type='html'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost dead? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they already know there is not enough money? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone &lt;br /&gt;believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, &lt;br /&gt;why are there still apes? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses &lt;br /&gt;are not on sale? &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?' &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes? &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my FAVORITE......&lt;br /&gt;The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7195413893603162989?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7195413893603162989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7195413893603162989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7195413893603162989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7195413893603162989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-why-why.html' title='Why, Why, Why,'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7750622882161428274</id><published>2008-09-15T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:40:04.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Two Operations</title><content type='html'>Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on stretchers next to each other outside the operating room the first surgeries of the day.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The first kid leans over and asks, 'What are you in here for? &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The second kid says, 'I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous.' &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The first kid says, 'You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze.'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The second kid then asks, 'What are you here for?'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The first kid says, 'A circumcision.'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;'WHOA!' the second kid replies. 'Good luck buddy. I had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7750622882161428274?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7750622882161428274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7750622882161428274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7750622882161428274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7750622882161428274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-operations.html' title='Two Operations'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3198579987861795931</id><published>2008-09-08T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:18:29.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The invention of Air Condition and Ford... a feel good story for your monday</title><content type='html'>The 3 Goldberg brothers, Norman, Hiram, and Max, invented and  developed the first automobile air-conditioner. On July 17, 1946, the temperature in Detroit was 97 degrees. The 3 brothers walked into old man Henry Ford's office and sweet-talked his secretary into telling him that 3 gentlemen were there with the most exciting innovation in the auto industry since the electric starter.&lt;br /&gt;Henry was curious and invited them into his office. They refused and instead asked that he come out to the parking lot to their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They persuaded him to get into the car which was about 130 degrees - turned on the air conditioner and cooled the car off immediately. &lt;br /&gt;The old man got very excited and invited them back to the office, where he offered them $3 million for the patent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers refused, saying they would settle for $2 million, but they wanted the recognition by having a label, "The Goldberg Air-Conditioner," on the dashboard of each car that it was i nstalled in . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now old man Ford was more than just a little anti-Semitic, and there was no way he was going to put the Goldberg's name on 2 million Fords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haggled back and forth for about 2 hours and finally agreed on $4 million, and that just their first names would be shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to this day, all Ford air conditioners show Norm, Hi and Max on the controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3198579987861795931?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3198579987861795931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3198579987861795931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3198579987861795931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3198579987861795931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/invention-of-air-condition-and-ford.html' title='The invention of Air Condition and Ford... a feel good story for your monday'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3973840093278665108</id><published>2008-09-05T14:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:01:53.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Baby Boomers</title><content type='html'>This is hilarious!!!  You have to click on this with your sound on.  To all aging boomers and children of boomers, this will provide you your laugh of the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/opinion/ny-walt-babyboomers-blurb,0,1036393.blurb"&gt;Baby Boomers click here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3973840093278665108?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3973840093278665108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3973840093278665108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3973840093278665108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3973840093278665108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-boomers.html' title='Baby Boomers'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7388806373377483199</id><published>2008-08-30T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:02:28.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>Apple’s iPod Touch  Can Act as Remote  For Music System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ptech.allthingsd.com/20080827/apples-ipod-touch-can-act-as-remote-for-music-system/"&gt;Apple’s iPod Touch  Can Act as Remote  For Music System&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7388806373377483199?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7388806373377483199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7388806373377483199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7388806373377483199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7388806373377483199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/08/apples-ipod-touch-can-act-as-remote-for.html' title='Apple’s iPod Touch  Can Act as Remote  For Music System'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-245362015529731990</id><published>2008-08-29T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:52:57.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>A 5 year olds first Job !!!! this is hysterical !!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's a truly heartwarming story I heard recently, that will make you believe that we all can make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time. It's about the bond formed between a little 5 year old girl and some construction workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot. One day, a construction crew began to build a house on the empty lot. The young family's 5 year old daughter naturally took an interest in the goings-on and spent much of each day observing the workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the construction crew, all of them 'gems-in-the-rough,' more or less, adopted her as a ki nd of project mascot. They chatted with her during coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing ten dollars. The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her ten dollars 'pay' she'd received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age. The little girl proudly replied, 'I worked last week with  a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my goodness gracious,' said the teller, 'and will you be working on the house again this week, too?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is her answer, which brought a tear to my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, 'I will, if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the fuckin' drywall ...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-245362015529731990?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/245362015529731990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=245362015529731990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/245362015529731990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/245362015529731990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-year-olds-first-job-this-is.html' title='A 5 year olds first Job !!!! this is hysterical !!!!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3531510677461072309</id><published>2008-08-21T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:59:23.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Amish in Mall for first time</title><content type='html'>An Amish boy and his father were visiting a nearby mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny silver walls that moved apart and back together again by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lad asked, "What is this, father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father, having never seen an elevator, responded, "I have no idea what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boy and his father were watching wide-eyed, an old lady in a wheelchair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched as small circles lit up above the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls opened up again and a beautiful twenty-four-year-old woman stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father looked at his son anxiously and said, "Go get your mother."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3531510677461072309?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3531510677461072309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3531510677461072309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3531510677461072309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3531510677461072309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/08/amish-in-mall-for-first-time.html' title='Amish in Mall for first time'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3949055973875024389</id><published>2008-08-21T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:49:09.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Carmen</title><content type='html'>A woman scanned the guests at a party and&lt;br /&gt;spotted an attractive man standing alone.  She approached&lt;br /&gt;him. My name is Carmen," she told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a beautiful name," he replied,&lt;br /&gt;Is it a family name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to myself.  It reflects the things&lt;br /&gt;I like most -- cars and men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name?", she asked.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "B. J. Titsengolf'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3949055973875024389?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3949055973875024389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3949055973875024389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3949055973875024389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3949055973875024389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/08/carmen.html' title='Carmen'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-108259583320721028</id><published>2008-07-17T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:44:18.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Medical Distinction between Guts &amp; Balls</title><content type='html'>We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guts - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: 'Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling  of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: 'You're next.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions. Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome since both ultimately result in death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-108259583320721028?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/108259583320721028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=108259583320721028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/108259583320721028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/108259583320721028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/medical-distinction-between-guts-balls.html' title='Medical Distinction between Guts &amp; Balls'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5795179077594413453</id><published>2008-07-16T12:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:55:12.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>And then the fight started</title><content type='html'>When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace &lt;br /&gt;expensive.... so, I took her to a gas station...... and then the fight started.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. &lt;br /&gt;She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked,' Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she &lt;br /&gt;hasn't been sober since.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...... &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the fight started.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5795179077594413453?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5795179077594413453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5795179077594413453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5795179077594413453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5795179077594413453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then-fight-started.html' title='And then the fight started'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1395147864653415143</id><published>2008-07-16T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:53:16.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MALE VS. FEMALE AT THE ATM MACHINE</title><content type='html'>A new sign in the Bank Lobby reads:  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;'Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through ATM machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;After months of careful research, MALE &amp; FEMALE Procedures have been developed. Please follow the Appropriate steps for your gender.'  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;*******************************  &lt;br /&gt;MALE PROCEDURE:  &lt;br /&gt;1. Drive up to the cash machine.   &lt;br /&gt;2. Put down your car window.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt. &lt;br /&gt;6. Put window up.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Drive off.  &lt;br /&gt;*******************************  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE PROCEDURE:  &lt;br /&gt;What is really funny is that most of this part is the Truth.!!!!      &lt;br /&gt;I have been behind this person, of course, never been an offender myself. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;1. Drive up to cash machine.   &lt;br /&gt;2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Set parking brake, put the window down.   &lt;br /&gt;4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.   &lt;br /&gt;6. Attempt to insert card into machine.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.  &lt;br /&gt;8. Insert card.  &lt;br /&gt;9. Re-insert card the right way.  &lt;br /&gt;10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.  &lt;br /&gt;11. Enter PIN.  &lt;br /&gt;12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.  &lt;br /&gt;13. Enter amount of cash required.  &lt;br /&gt;14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.  &lt;br /&gt;15. Retrieve cash and receipt.  &lt;br /&gt;16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.  &lt;br /&gt;17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.   &lt;br /&gt;18. Re-check makeup.  &lt;br /&gt;19. Drive forward 2 feet.   &lt;br /&gt;20. Re verse back to cash machine.  &lt;br /&gt;21. Retrieve card.  &lt;br /&gt;22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided!  &lt;br /&gt;23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.   &lt;br /&gt;24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.  &lt;br /&gt;25. Redial person on cell phone.  &lt;br /&gt;26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;27. Release Parking Brake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-1395147864653415143?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/1395147864653415143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=1395147864653415143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1395147864653415143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1395147864653415143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/male-vs-female-at-atm-machine.html' title='MALE VS. FEMALE AT THE ATM MACHINE'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-8855702745735520477</id><published>2008-07-15T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:50:20.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Lost Churches In New Orleans</title><content type='html'>One of the local television stations in South Louisiana aired an interview with a woman from New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The interviewee was asked if the complete devastation of the churches in the area had affected theirs lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, the woman replied, "I don't know about all those other peoples, but we haven't gone to&lt;br /&gt;churches in years. We gets our chicken from Popeye's."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The look on the interviewer's face was priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-8855702745735520477?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/8855702745735520477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=8855702745735520477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8855702745735520477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/8855702745735520477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-churches-in-new-orleans.html' title='Lost Churches In New Orleans'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3884045139617944726</id><published>2008-07-14T18:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:42:30.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>WEDDING NIGHT</title><content type='html'>Fred and Mary get married but couldn't afford a honeymoon, so they go back to Fred's Mom and Dad's house for their first night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Johnny, Fred's little brother, gets up and has his breakfast.   As he is going out of the door to go to school, he asks his mom if Fred and Mary are up yet.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She replies, 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny asks, 'Do you know what I think?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom replies, 'I don't want to hear what you think! Just go to school.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny comes home for lunch and asks his mom, &lt;br /&gt;'Are Fred and Mary up ye t?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny says, 'Do you know what I think?'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hi s mom replies, 'Never mind what you think! &lt;br /&gt;Eat your lunch and go back to school.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Johnny comes home and asks again, &lt;br /&gt;'Are Fred and Mary up yet?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom says, 'No.'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He asks, 'Do you know what I think?'   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;His mom replies,   'Ok, now tell me what you think?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: 'Last night Fred came to my room for the Vaseline and I think...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my airplane glue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3884045139617944726?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3884045139617944726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3884045139617944726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3884045139617944726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3884045139617944726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-night.html' title='WEDDING NIGHT'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-5702136746156176956</id><published>2008-07-14T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:02:01.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Visit to the vet</title><content type='html'>Three dogs were sitting in the waiting room at the vet's when they struck up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;The Yellow Lab turned to the Chocolate Lab and said, 'So, why are you here?'&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Lab replied, 'I'm a pisser. I piss on everything . . . the sofa, the curtains, the cat, the kids.  But the final straw was last night when I pissed in the middle of my owner's bed.&lt;br /&gt;The Yellow Lab said, 'So what is the vet going to do?'&lt;br /&gt;'Gonna cut my nuts off,' came the reply from the Chocolate Lab.  'They reckon it'll calm me down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The Yellow Lab then turned to the Black Lab and asked, 'Why are you here?'&lt;br /&gt;The Black Lab said, 'I'm a digger.  I dig under fences, dig up flowers and trees, I dig just for the hell of it.  When I'm inside, I dig up the carpets.  But I went over the line last night when I dug a great big hole in my owners' couch.'&lt;br /&gt;'So what are they going to do to you?' the Yellow Lab inquired.&lt;br /&gt;'Looks like I'm losing my nuts, too', the dejected Black Lab said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Black Lab then turned to the Yellow Lab and asked, 'Why are you here?'&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a humper,' the Yellow Lab said. 'I'll hump anything.  I'll hump the cat, a pillow, the table, fence posts, whatever.  I want to hump everything I see.  Yesterday, my owner had just got out of the shower and was bending down to dry her toes and I just couldn't help myself.  I hopped on her back and started hammering away'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Black and the Chocolate Labs exchanged a sad glance and said, 'So, nuts off for you too, huh?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Yellow Lab said, 'No, I'm here to get my nails clipped!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-5702136746156176956?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/5702136746156176956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=5702136746156176956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5702136746156176956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/5702136746156176956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/visit-to-vet.html' title='Visit to the vet'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-1657157222124933367</id><published>2008-07-14T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:34:09.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>White House Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Dick Cheney and George W. Bush are having breakfast at the White House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attractive young waitress asks Cheney what he would like,&lt;br /&gt;and he replies, "I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit." &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;"And what can I get for you, Mr. President?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. looks up from his menu and replies with his trademark wink and slight grin, "How about a quickie this morning?" &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;''Why, Mr. President!" the waitress exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;"How rude! You're starting to act like President Clinton," and then she storms away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers "It's pronounced&lt;br /&gt;'quiche.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-1657157222124933367?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/1657157222124933367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=1657157222124933367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1657157222124933367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/1657157222124933367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-house-breakfast.html' title='White House Breakfast'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-3562300330076546752</id><published>2008-07-14T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:57:26.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>Crazy Ethel- good clean old person home humour</title><content type='html'>Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to&lt;br /&gt;charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.  One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm&lt;br /&gt;outstretched. 'STOP!,' he shouted in a firm voice. 'Have you got a license for that thing?' Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. 'OK' he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall. As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted 'STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?' Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. As Harold nodded and said 'On your way, Ma'am.' Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, Butt- Naked, and holding his 'You-Know- What' in his hand. 'Oh, good grief,' yelled Ethel, 'Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again.!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-3562300330076546752?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/3562300330076546752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=3562300330076546752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3562300330076546752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/3562300330076546752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-ethel-good-clean-old-person-home.html' title='Crazy Ethel- good clean old person home humour'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3018453011515119982.post-7461734809239372714</id><published>2008-07-07T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:11:45.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny and dirty stuff'/><title type='text'>The Blonde &amp; The Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>A blonde gets home early from shopping and  hears strange noises coming from the bedroom.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rushes upstairs to find her husband  naked on the bed,sweating and panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's up?' she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm having a heart attack,' cries the  husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as she's dialing, her four-year-old  son comes up and says,    'Mommy! Mommy! Aunt Shirley is hiding in  your closet, and she's got No clothes on!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The blonde slams the phone down and storms  upstairs into the bedroom, right past her husband, and rips open the closet door. Sure enough, there is her sister, totally naked and cowering on the closet floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You rotten 'Bitch', she screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My husband's having a heart attack, and you're running around naked scaring the kids!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3018453011515119982-7461734809239372714?l=jefftoren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/feeds/7461734809239372714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3018453011515119982&amp;postID=7461734809239372714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7461734809239372714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3018453011515119982/posts/default/7461734809239372714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefftoren.blogspot.com/2008/07/blonde-heart-attack.html' title='The Blonde &amp; The Heart Attack'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10937598881591814153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RBb7CcOQADU/R9mDCEXAtpI/AAAAAAAAAng/DtrIfT8HkCU/S220/Jeff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
