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    <description>Close Encounters of the Funny Kind.PG18 recommended,for those with a lack of a sense of humour</description>
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      <title>Have a good laugh</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:02:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>  Anne's fine figure had been poured into a beautiful form-fitting gown   and she made a point of calling her date's attention to it over and   over again throughout the evening. Finally, over a nightcap in his   apartment he said, &quot;You've been talking about that dress all evening   long. You called my attention to it first when we met for cocktails,   mentioned it again at dinner, and still again at the theatre. Now that   we're here alone in my apartment, what do you say we drop the subject?&quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  The voluptuous redhead was walking down a dimly lit street when a man   jumped out of the bushes. &quot;Give me your money,&quot; he demanded. &quot;I d-   don't have any,&quot; she managed to reply. &quot;Give me your money or I'll   search you!&quot; he threatened. She repeated that she didn't have any,   then gasped as he made a tentative search. &quot;You'd better give me your  money now,&quot; he said menacingly, &quot;or I'm going to rally search you!&quot;   &quot;But I don't have any!&quot; she protested, almost in tears. So he really   searched her. &quot;I guess you were on the level,&quot; he finally muttered   angrily. &quot;You don't have any money on you.&quot; &quot;For heaven's sake,&quot; she   wailed, &quot;don't stop now. I'll write you a check.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, 'How   long have you been bedridden?' After a look of complete confusion, she   answered...' Why, not for about twenty years -- when my husband was  alive.'   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Men who take Viagr* for a couple of years, have a problem-their wives begin taking their har*-ons for granite.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While on a date in a dark movie theatre, Mary Jane's date slipped his   hand down her br*. Mary Jane just laughed and laughed. She knew she   kept her money hidden in her shoe.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some people are music lovers. Other can love without it.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Two well-dressed, matronly women entered the business office and   approached an executive. &quot;Sir,&quot; said one, &quot;we are soliciting funds for   the welfare and rehabilitation of wayward women. Would you care to   donate?&quot; &quot;Sorry,&quot; replied the exec, &quot;but I contribute directly.&quot;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F533.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Laugh merrily</title>
      <link>http://thezoomerang.blogdrive.com/archive/532.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:47:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Bargirl job interviews: They give you a br* and say: &quot;Here, fill this &lt;br&gt;out.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A little girl raised her hand during a biology lesson and asked if her &lt;br&gt;grandmother could have a baby. The teacher was a bit surprised at the &lt;br&gt;question but answered that the grandmother was too old to have babies. &lt;br&gt;&quot;So what about my mother?&quot; asked the girl. The teacher said that it &lt;br&gt;was possible, but that her mother was probably getting too old to be &lt;br&gt;having babies as well. &quot;Well, then could I have a baby?&quot; she wanted to &lt;br&gt;know. &quot;Goodness no!&quot; said the teacher, &quot;you are much too young.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&quot;See!&quot; said a voice from the back of the classroom, &quot;I told YOU you &lt;br&gt;didn't have anything to worry about.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny was visiting a cousin of his in New York during the &lt;br&gt;winter. He and his cousin went outside to play in the snow. After &lt;br&gt;about an hour, his aunt called them back inside and had them remove&lt;br&gt;their galoshes and gloves. Little Johnny's aunt was a tall voluptuous, &lt;br&gt;woman who would warm her son's hands by putting them between her &lt;br&gt;thighs. So as usual, when her son came in from playing in the snow, &lt;br&gt;she asked if his hands were cold, to which he replied &quot;yes&quot;. She then &lt;br&gt;put them together and stuck them between her warm thighs. After a few &lt;br&gt;minutes, she asked &quot;are they warm yet?&quot; and the little boy said &quot;yes&quot;. &lt;br&gt;Little Johnny watched his friend and waited his turn. His aunt then &lt;br&gt;asked him if his hands were cold, to which he replied, &quot;yes&quot;. So she &lt;br&gt;took his hands, put them together and stuck them between her thighs.&lt;br&gt;After a few minutes she asked if his hands were &quot;warm yet&quot; and he said &lt;br&gt;&quot;yes&quot;. So she took them out. Little Johnny continued to stand there &lt;br&gt;with a sly grin on his face. When his aunt asked &quot;well what is it now, &lt;br&gt;Johnny? What's wrong? Johnny looked up at her and replied &quot;my peter is &lt;br&gt;frozen stiff!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The lesb*ans next door asked me what I would like for my birthday. I &lt;br&gt;was quite surprised when they gave me a Rolex It was very nice of &lt;br&gt;them, but I think they misunderstood me when I said, &quot;I wanna watch.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time,keep smiling.:)&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F532.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Fun Times</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:43:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> College is like a woman You work so hard to get in, and nine months &lt;br&gt;later you wish you'd never come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the middle of harvesting, one of the farmhands had to obey the call&lt;br&gt;of nature. He went to the edge of the field and started to pee. Most &lt;br&gt;unfortunately, he was stung by a bee right on the tip of his p*nis. &lt;br&gt;The pain was unbearable, but he remembered a piece of good advice. He &lt;br&gt;went to the farmer's house and put his p*nis in buttermilk. At that &lt;br&gt;moment, the farmer's daughter walked in. Her face red, she stood &lt;br&gt;perfectly still looking at him. &quot;Have you never seen one of these &lt;br&gt;before?&quot; the farmhand asked. To which the girl replied, &quot;Yes, but this &lt;br&gt;is the first time I've seen one being reloaded!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While out one morning in the park, a jogger found a brand new tennis &lt;br&gt;ball, and seeing no one around it might belong to, he slipped it into &lt;br&gt;the pocket of his shorts. Later, on his way home, he stopped at the &lt;br&gt;pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change. A blonde &lt;br&gt;standing next to him eyed the large bulge in his shorts. &quot;What's &lt;br&gt;that?&quot; she asked, her eyes gleaming with lust. &quot;Tennis ball,&quot; came the &lt;br&gt;breathless reply. &quot;Oh,&quot; said the blonde sympathetically, &quot;that must be &lt;br&gt;painful, I had tennis elbow once.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A guy walked into the doctor's office wanting a an appointment for &lt;br&gt;some surgery. &quot;Would you like to tell me your problem?&quot; the pretty &lt;br&gt;receptionist asked. &quot;I'll need the information for the doctor.&quot; &quot;It's &lt;br&gt;rather embarrassing,&quot; the guy stammered. &quot;You see, I have a large and &lt;br&gt;almost constant er*ction.&quot; &quot;Well, the doctor is very busy today,&quot; the &lt;br&gt;receptionist cooed, &quot;but maybe I can squeeze you in.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time, keep LOLling.&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F531.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Smile Pliss</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 07:39:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> A salesman knocks at the door and a young boy answers. The little boy says, &quot;Please be quiet, sir. My mother is a pr*stitute and works all night. She sleeps during the day.&quot; The salesman scratches his head and says, &quot;Well, I'll be a son of a b*tch&quot; The little boy replies, &quot;I'm a bast*rd myself, but I don't go around ringing people's doorbells and &lt;br&gt;telling them about it.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One Friday afternoon, two secretaries were hanging around the water cooler at the office. &quot;Veronica, I just don't know what to do,&quot; Gloria said to her friend at work. &quot;That good-looking Alex in accounting asked me out on a date for Saturday night. Should I go?&quot; &quot;Oh, my God!&quot;&lt;br&gt;her friend exclaimed. &quot;He'll wine you, dine you, and then use any ruse to get you up to his apartment. Then he'll rip off your dress and you'll have fantastic s*x!&quot; &quot;What should I do?&quot; asked Gloria. Her friend quickly replied, &quot;Wear an old dress.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time, keep LOLling.&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F530.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Funny  Times</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 08:08:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The difference between a counterfeit dollar and an anorexic prostit*te &lt;br&gt;is that a fake dollar is a phony buck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A woman strode angrily into the large drug-store/general-store, &lt;br&gt;slapped a package on the counter, and loudly expressed her &lt;br&gt;dissatisfaction. The clerk asked, &quot;What's the problem? Wouldn't your &lt;br&gt;cat eat them?&quot; The woman's eyes got very large, and she whispered, &quot;Do &lt;br&gt;you mean to tell me that 'Pus*y Treats' are meant for 'cats'?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once upon a time, there was a sperm named George who lived inside a&lt;br&gt;famous movie actor. George was a very healthy sperm. He'd do push ups &lt;br&gt;and somersaults and limber himself up all the time, while the other &lt;br&gt;sperm just lazed around doing nothing. One day, one of the sperm &lt;br&gt;questioned George and asked why he exercised all day. George &lt;br&gt;explained, &quot;Look pal, only one sperm gets a woman pregnant, and when &lt;br&gt;the right time comes, I'm gonna be that one sperm!&quot; A few days later, &lt;br&gt;all the sperm could feel themselves getting hotter and hotter. They &lt;br&gt;knew the big swim was imminent. Moments later, they were released &lt;br&gt;abruptly and, sure enough, George was swimming far ahead of all the &lt;br&gt;others. Suddenly, George stopped in his tracks, turned around, and &lt;br&gt;began to swim back with all his might. &quot;Go back! Go back!&quot; he &lt;br&gt;hollered, &quot;It's a blow job!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old couple were sitting in their rocking chairs on the verandah and&lt;br&gt;the old guy leaned over and said to the woman &quot;Fuck you&quot;. She rocked&lt;br&gt;back and forth for a bit then leaned to him and said &quot;Fuck you too&quot;. &lt;br&gt;They rocked on in silence and some 10 minutes later she leaned over &lt;br&gt;and said &quot;I don't think much of this oral sex, do you?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The typical male's idea of foreplay is a half hour of begging.&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F529.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Funny Times</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 16:02:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>   The first woman recruit in the Army reported for duty and was told   that although her quarters would be in a separate building, she was to   mess with the men. It wasn't until four weeks later that someone   finally told her that meant to eat her meals with them.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  A woman came screaming into the local police station shouting, &quot;I've   been graped! I've been graped!&quot; The policeman on duty stared and   said, &quot;Madam, do you mean you've been rap*d?&quot; &quot;No,&quot; she said, &quot;there   was a bunch of them!&quot;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The young novice nun soon realized that the absence of s*x in the   convent was a problem. She confessed to Mother Superior that it was   unhealthy and she was restless. &quot;Comfort yourself with a candle,&quot; she   was advised. &quot;I've tried that,&quot; she said, &quot;But you get tired of the   same thing wick in and wick out.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man is doing yard work and his wife is about to take a shower. The   man realizes that he can't find the rake. He yells up to his wife,   &quot;Where is the rake?&quot; She can't hear him and shouts back, &quot;What?&quot; The   man first points to his eye, then points to his knee and finally makes   a raking motion. The wife is not sure and says, &quot;What?&quot; and the man   repeats his gestures &quot;EYE-KNEE-THE RAKE&quot;. The wife replies that she   understands and signals back - she first points to her eye, next she   points to her left breast, then she points to her butt, and finally to   her crotch. Well, there is no way the man can even come close on that  one. Exasperated, he goes upstairs and asks her &quot;What the heck was   that?&quot; She replies, &quot;EYE - LEFT TIT - BEHIND - THE BUSH.&quot;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Till next time,keep LOLling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F528.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Have a good laugh</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 17:24:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>One Friday evening, he struck up a conversation with one of his very attractive female co-workers in a bar. One thing led to another and they wound up back at her apartment making passion*te love. Through it all, she kept screaming, &quot;Etay! Etay!&quot; The man thought this must mean &quot;great&quot; or &quot;excellent&quot; or something similar. The next morning, he went out to play a round of golf with his new friend who was also one of his co-workers. They were on the 9th hole where the friend scored a hole in one. Excited for his friend, the man decided to employ the one Japanese word he had learned the previous night. &quot;Etay! Etay!&quot; he shouted as he jumped up and down. Puzzled, his friend asked, &quot;What do you mean 'wrong hole'?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting. I wasn't sure just what I wanted to do with it. I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better. I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it. But I decided to put ketchup on my burger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnnie's father has to come to school to talk to the teacher. Teacher: &quot;Sir, I'm sorry, but your son does absolutely nothing at school, he fails every subject!!&quot; Dad: &quot;Except for drawing, he's a very good drawer.&quot; Teacher: &quot;That's correct, last week he drew a tiger on the chalk board and the kids were so frightened I couldn't get them to enter the classroom!&quot; Dad: &quot;That's nothing, last month when he drew a pus*y on the stove, I burned my di*k three times!!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time, keep LOLling.&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F527.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Have a good laugh</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:36:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> A young boy of four was going into the hospital to have his tonsils removed. He told his playmate, &quot;I'll be gone for awhile, I have to have surgery.&quot; On the day he was admitted his mother asked the doctor, &quot;Could you please circumc*se him while he is asleep?&quot; The doctor agreed. The boy woke up and was very sore down there for several days. After about a week he got to see his playmate again. The playmate informed him that he was also going to have to have his tonsils out &lt;br&gt;soon. He asked him to tell him about the surgery. The little boy replied, &quot;All I can tell you is your tonsils ain't where you think they are.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tired of a listless s*x life, the man came right out and asked his wife during a recent lovemaking session, &quot;How come you never tell me when you have an orgas*?&quot; She glanced at him casually and replied, &quot;You're never home!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, &quot;No, I'm just looking at your nuts.&quot; My sister started to laugh hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away.&lt;br&gt;To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time, keep LOLling.&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F526.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Pun Times again</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:15:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Teacher to his student: Give me the opposite of this sentence: &lt;br&gt;&quot;Children in the dark make mistakes.&quot; Student: &quot;Mistakes in the dark make children.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was the first time that had made love. They were fondling each other intimately. She had his dong in her hand. &quot;What do you call it?&quot; she asked. &quot;Some guys call theirs Dick or Peter, John Thomas or Willie. What do you call yours?&quot; &quot;I don't have to call mine anything,&quot; &lt;br&gt;he replied &quot;It usually comes without being called.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you hear about the blonde who had two chances to get pregn*nt? She blew it both times!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A grandfather went to visit his grandson at the dorm. Grandpa was astonished to see that his grandson was living a life of sin and corruption.... as shown by the very high-heeled shoe nailed over the doorway.... &quot;In my day,&quot; Grumbled Gramps&quot; We would hang a horseshoe &lt;br&gt;over the door for good luck and then study late into the night hoping to pass our exams.&quot; &quot;But grandpa,&quot; replied the grandson. &quot;That IS a whor*'s shoe.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A college professor in an art class asked his students to sketch a picture of a na*ed man. As the professor walked around the class checking the sketches, he noticed that one of the young ladies, a striking young thing, had sketched the man with an er*ction. Slightly &lt;br&gt;flustered, the professor said, &quot;Oh, no, I wanted it the other way.&quot; She replied, &quot;What other way???&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Till next time, keep LOLling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F525.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>Puntime</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:02:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> I went to an extremely attractive female doctor today for my annual checkup. She told me that I had to quit masturbating. I asked why, she said, &quot;Because I am trying to examine you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;===&lt;br&gt;A man walks into a sp*rm bank and declares, &quot;I'm of royal blood and an I. Q. of 165, I'd like to make a donation&quot;. The nurse gives him a sealed cup and directs him to a private room. 20 minutes later the man hasn't come out, the nurse knocks on the door. &quot;Is there a problem?&quot; &lt;br&gt;&quot;I'm so embarrassed, I used my right hand. I used my left hand. I poured cold water on it and hot water on it. Could you help me?&quot; The nurse replied, &quot;I don't usually do this but you are kinda cute...&quot; She gets on her knees and begins to blow him. &quot;I really appreciate this, but I need help getting the cap off the jar!&quot;&lt;br&gt;====&lt;br&gt;A man brought his date back to his apartment, ripped both their clothes off and then said, &quot;I'd like you to meet my little friend.&quot; The woman took a look, gathered her clothes and said, &quot;Call me when he grows up.&quot;&lt;br&gt;====&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/10673/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fthezoomerang.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F524.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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