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		<title>GRANDMA&#8217;S BOYFRIEND</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:33:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Grandma&#39;s boyfriend &#160; A&#160;5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, &#39;Grandma, how come you don&#39;t have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?&#39; Grandma replied, &#39;Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my [...]]]></description>
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	<b><font color="#8000ff" face="Comic   Sans MS" size="5"><span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-weight: bold;">A&nbsp;5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day. Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, &#39;Grandma, how come you don&#39;t have a boyfriend now that Grandpa went to heaven?&#39; </p>
<p>	Grandma replied, &#39;Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I&#39;m happy with my TV as my boyfriend.&#39; </p>
<p>	Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus.&nbsp; Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem. </p>
<p>	The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma&#39;s minister. The minister said, &#39;Hello son, is your Grandma home?&#39; </p>
<p>	The little boy replied, &#39;Yeah, she&#39;s in the bedroom bangin&#39; her boyfriend.&#39; </p>
<p>	The minister fainted. </p>
<p>	Now, that&#39;s funny&#8230; I don&#39;t care WHO you are.</span></font></b><font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"> <br />
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		<title>How Fights Start</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:43:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How Fights Start&#8230;&#8230;.&#160; &#160; &#160; One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift.. The next year, he didn&#39;t buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied, &#34;Well, you still haven&#39;t used the gift I bought you last year!&#34; And that&#39;s how the fight started&#8230;.. [...]]]></description>
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						<b><i><u><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 24pt;">How Fights Start&#8230;&#8230;.</span></u></i></b><b><i><u><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 10pt;">&nbsp;</span></u></i></b><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
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						One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot<br />
						as a Christmas gift..<br />
						The next year, he didn&#39;t buy her a gift.<br />
						When she asked him why, he replied, &quot;Well, you still haven&#39;t used the<br />
						gift I bought you last year!&quot;<br />
						And that&#39;s how the fight started&#8230;..</span></b></div>
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		I asked my wife, &#39;Where do you want to go for our anniversary?&#39;<br />
		It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.<br />
		&#39;Somewhere I haven&#39;t been in a long time!&#39; she said.<br />
		So I suggested, &#39;How about the kitchen?&#39;<br />
		And that&#39;s when the fight started&#8230;..<br />
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		<b><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 13.5pt;">My wife and I are watching <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);">Who Wants To Be A Millionaire</span> while we were<br />
		in bed. I turned to her and said, &#39;Do you want to have sex?&#39;<br />
		&#39;No,&#39; she answered.<br />
		I then said, &#39;Is that your final answer?&#39;<br />
		She didn&#39;t even look at me this time, simply saying &#39;Yes.&#39;<br />
		So I said, &#39;Then I&#39;d like to phone a friend.&#39;<br />
		And that&#39;s when the fight started&#8230;.<br />
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<p>		I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.<br />
		Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer<br />
		would make her look better at night than the cold cream.<br />
		And that&#39;s when the fight started&#8230;&#8230;<br />
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		I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first..<br />
		&#39;I&#39;ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.&#39;<br />
		He said, &#39;Aren&#39;t you worried about the mad cow?&#39;<br />
		&#39;Nah, she can order for herself.&#39;<br />
		And that&#39;s when the fight started&#8230;&#8230;</span></b></div>
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		<b><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 13.5pt;">My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping<br />
		the channels.<br />
		She asked, &#39;What&#39;s on TV?&#39;<br />
		I said, &#39;Dust.&#39;<br />
		And then the fight started&#8230;</p>
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<p>		My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming<br />
		anniversary.<br />
		She said, &#39;I want something shiny that goes from 0 to<br />
		200 in about 3 seconds.&#39;<br />
		I bought her a scale.<br />
		And then the fight started&#8230;</p>
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<p>		My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school<br />
		reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as&nbsp;<br />
		he sat alone at a nearby table.<br />
		I asked her, &#39;Do you know him?&#39;</p>
<p>		&#39;Yes,&#39; she sighed, &#39; He&#39;s my old boyfriend&#8230;<br />
		I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and<br />
		I hear he hasn&#39;t been sober since.&#39;<br />
		&#39;My God!&#39; I said, &#39;who would think a<br />
		person could go on celebrating that long?&#39;</p>
<p>		And then the fight started&#8230;</p>
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		I rear-ended a car this morning.. So, there we were<br />
		alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know<br />
		how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem<br />
		funny?<br />
		Yeah, well I couldn&#39;t believe it&#8230; he was a DWARF!!!<br />
		He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted,<br />
		&#39;I AM NOT HAPPY!&#39;<br />
		So, I looked down at him and said, &#39;Well, then which one are you?&#39;<br />
		And then the fight started&#8230;</p>
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<p>		</span></b><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 18pt;">SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST</span></b><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: 18pt;">&hellip;..</span></b><b><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-size: 13.5pt;"></p>
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		THE BROKEN LAWN MOWER</p>
<p>		When our lawn mower broke and wouldn&#39;t run, my wife<br />
		kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.<br />
		But, somehow I always had something else to take care of<br />
		first, the truck, the car, playing golf, <br />
		Always something more important to me.</p>
<p>		Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When<br />
		I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,&nbsp;<br />
		busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.<br />
		I watched silently for a short time and then went into the<br />
		house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed<br />
		her a toothbrush. I said, &#39;When you finish cutting the grass,<br />
		you might as well sweep the driveway.&#39;</p>
<p>		The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.</span></b></div>
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