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 <title>Joke: Beware of the Parrot</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 12:58 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2008-11/spike?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
Maureen's dishwasher stopped working so she called a repairman. 
</p>
<p>
Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, &quot;I'll 
leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the 
side, and I'll send you a cheque.&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Oh, by the way don't worry about my bulldog Spike. He won't bother
you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to
my parrot!&quot; &quot;I REPEAT, DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!&quot;
</p>
<p>
When the repairman arrived at the house the following day, he
discovered the biggest, meanest looking bulldog he has ever seen.
But, just as Maureen had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet
watching the repairman go about his work.
</p>
<p>
The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant
yelling, cursing and name calling.  Finally the repairman couldn't contain
himself any longer and yelled, &quot;Shut up, you stupid, ugly bird!&quot;
</p>
<p>
To which the parrot replied ...
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;Get him, Spike!&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Make mine a double</title>
 <pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 13:06 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2008-09/double?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A woman walks into a bar and says &quot;Can I have a double entendre please?&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
So the barman gave her one!
</p>
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 <title>Joke: The first rule of fight club...</title>
 <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 12:03 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2007-01/fight-club?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A Jelly Baby walks into a bar and starts talking to a smartie. After a
few beers the Smartie says &quot;Ere, a bunch of us are heading to that new
club, fancy tagging along?&quot;
</p>
<p>
The Jelly Baby says &quot;No mate, I'm a soft centre, I always end up
getting my head kicked in.&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;So?&quot;, Smartie says. &quot;Don't worry about it, I'm a bit of a hard case,
I'll look after you.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Jelly Baby thinks about it for a minute and says &quot;Fair enough, as long
as you'll look after me.&quot;, and off they go.
</p>
<p>
After a few more beers in the club, three Lockets walk in.
</p>
<p>
As soon as he sees them, Smartie hides under the table.
</p>
<p>
The Lockets take one look at Jelly Baby and start kicking him,
breaking cola bottles over his little jelly head, lamping him with
little sugary chairs, and generally having a laugh. After a while they
get bored and walk out.
</p>
<p>
Jelly Baby pulls his battered Jelly Baby body over to the table and
wipes up his Jelly Baby blood. He turns to Smartie and says &quot;I thought
you were going to look after me!&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;I was!&quot; says Smartie, &quot;But them Lockets are bloody menthol&quot;.
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Tickle Your Fancy</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 10:45 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-10/elmo?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me
Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.
</p>
<p>
Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for
her first day promptly at 8:00 AM.
</p>
<p>
The next day at 8:45 AM there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's
door.  The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the
new employee.
</p>
<p>
He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing
up, putting the entire production line behind schedule. The Personnel
Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march
down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed
up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and
they're really beginning to Pile up.
</p>
<p>
At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle
Me Elmo's. She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small
marbles.
</p>
<p>
The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric,
wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little
package between Elmo's legs. The Personnel Manager bursts into
laughter.
</p>
<p>
After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and
approaches Lena. &quot;I'm sorry,&quot; he says to her, barely able to
keep a straight face, &quot;but I think you misunderstood the
instructions I gave you yesterday...
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles.
</p>
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 <title>Joke: The shepherd</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2006 17:17 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-05/shepherd?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a
brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a
young man in a Broni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL
tie, leans out of the window and asks the shepherd, 
</p>
<p>
&quot;If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock,
will you give me one?&quot;
</p>
<p>
The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his
peacefully grazing flock and calmly answers, &quot;Sure, Why
not?&quot; 
</p>
<p>
The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, and
connects it to his AT&amp;T cell phone. He surfs to a NASA page on the
internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get
an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA
satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The
young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports
it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within
seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has
been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database
through an ODBC-connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex
formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry
and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out
a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet
printer and finally turns to the shepherd and says, &quot;You have
exactly 1586 sheep.&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep.&quot;
says the shepherd.
</p>
<p>
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused
as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.  Then the
shepherd says to the young man, 
</p>
<p>
&quot;Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you
give me back my sheep?&quot; The young man thinks about it for a
second and then says, &quot;Okay, why not?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;You're a consultant.&quot; says the shepherd.
</p>
<p>
&quot;Wow! That's correct,&quot; says the yuppie, &quot;but how did
you guess that?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;No guessing required.&quot; answered the shepherd. &quot;You
showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for
an answer I already knew; to a question I never asked; and you don't
know anything about my business.&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;Now give me back my dog.&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Older but not Wiser</title>
 <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-04/older-not-wiser?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spend
£15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she
stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to
the clerk, &quot;I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you
think I am?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;About 32,&quot; is the reply.
</p>
<p>
&quot;Nope! I'm exactly 50,&quot; the woman says happily.
</p>
<p>
A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter
girl the very same question.
</p>
<p>
The girl replies, &quot;I'd guess about 29.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The woman replies with a big smile, &quot;Nope, I'm 50.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store
on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some
mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
</p>
<p>
The clerk responds, &quot;Oh, I'd say 30.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Again she proudly responds, &quot;I'm 50, but thank you!&quot;
</p>
<p>
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next
to her the same question.
</p>
<p>
He replies, &quot;Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although,
when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman
was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my
hands under your bra.  Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how
old you are.&quot;
</p>
<p>
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the
best of her. She finally blurts out, &quot;What the hell, go
ahead.&quot;
</p>
<p>
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around
very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast then he
pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
</p>
<p>
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, &quot;Okay, okay...How
old am I?&quot;
</p>
<p>
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and
says, &quot;Madam, you are 50.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, &quot;That was incredible, how
could you tell?&quot;
</p>
<p>
The old man says, &quot;Promise you won't get mad?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;I promise I won't.&quot; she says.
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;I was behind you in line at McDonald's.&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Things can only get better</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 11:34 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-03/there-are-worse-things?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed
nicely made up and everything neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad' With the
worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with
trembling hands:
</p>
<p>
Dear Dad,
</p>
<p>
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.  I had to
elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with
you and Mom.
</p>
<p>
I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice.  I knew
you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos,her
tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am
but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.
</p>
<p>
Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in
the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We
share a dream of having many more children.
</p>
<p>
Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in
the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.  In the meantime,
we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get
better; she sure deserves it!
</p>
<p>
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself.  Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to
know your grandchildren.
</p>
<p>
Your son,
</p>
<p>
Chad
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
p.s. Dad, none of the above is true.  I'm over at Tommy's house. I
just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the
report card that's in my desk drawer. Call when it is safe for me to
come home.
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Pieces of Eight</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 20:48 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-03/parrot?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, &quot;Father, I have a
problem. I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one
thing.&quot;
</p>
<p>
What do they say?&quot; the priest inquired.
</p>
<p>
They say, &quot;Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;That's obscene!&quot; the priest exclaimed; then he thought for a moment.
</p>
<p>
&quot;You know,&quot; he said, &quot;I may have a solution to your problem. I have
two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the
Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in
the cage with Paul and Jacob. My parrots can teach your parrots to
pray and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase
in no time.&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Thank you,&quot; the woman responded, &quot;this may very well be the
solution.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As
he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their
cage, holding rosary beads and praying.
</p>
<p>
Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After
a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison:
</p>
<p>
&quot;Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?&quot;
</p>
<p>
There was stunned silence. Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the
other male parrot and exclaimed...
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;Put the beads away, Paul, our prayers have been answered.&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: I'll have the same</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 10:43 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-03/ostrich?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.
The waitress asks for their orders.  The man says, &quot;A hamburger, fries
and a coke,&quot; and turns to the ostrich, &quot;What's yours?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;I'll have the same,&quot; says the ostrich.
</p>
<p>
A short time later the waitress returns with the order.
</p>
<p>
&quot;That will be £9.40 please,&quot; she says and the man reaches into his
pocket and pulls out the exact amount for payment.
</p>
<p>
The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, &quot;A
hamburger, fries, and a coke.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The ostrich says, &quot;I'll have the same.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact amount.
</p>
<p>
For a while this becomes routine until the two enter again later in
the week.  &quot;The usual?&quot; asks the waitress.
</p>
<p>
&quot;No, this time it's a treat, so I will have a steak, baked potato, and
salad,&quot; says the man.
</p>
<p>
&quot;Yep! Same,&quot; says the ostrich.
</p>
<p>
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, &quot;That will be £32.62.&quot; 
Once again the man pulls the exact amount out of his pocket and places
it on the table.
</p>
<p>
The waitress can't hold back her curiosity any longer.  &quot;Excuse me,
sir.
</p>
<p>
How do you manage to always come up with the exact money from your
pocket every time?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Well&quot;, says the man, &quot;several years ago I was clearing the attic and
found an old lamp.  When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me
two wishes.
</p>
<p>
My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just
put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be
there.&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;That's brilliant!&quot; says the waitress.  &quot;Most people would wish for a
couple of million pounds or something, but you'll always be as rich as
you want for as long as you live!&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;That's right.  Whether it's a pint of milk or a Rolls Royce, the
exact money is always there,&quot; says the man.
</p>
<p>
The waitress asks, &quot;But, sir, what's with the ostrich?&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
The man sighs, pauses, and replies, &quot;My second wish was for a tall
bird with a big arse and long legs who agrees with everything I say.&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: If a Bear Roars in the Forest</title>
 <pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:17 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-03/bird-flu?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A bear, a lion and a chicken are involved in a game of
one-upmanship...
</p>
<p>
The bear says: &quot;If I roar in the forest, the entire forest is shivering
with fear.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The lion says: &quot;If I roar in the desert, the entire desert is afraid of
me.&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
The chicken says: &quot;Big deal, I only have to cough, and the entire
planet s***'s itself.&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Is this seat taken? </title>
 <pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 21:46 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-02/fa-cup?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A man had two great tickets for the FA Cup final. As he sits down,
another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next
to him.
</p>
<p>
&quot;No&quot;, he says, &quot;the seat is empty&quot;.
</p>
<p>
&quot;This is incredible!&quot; said the man, &quot;who in their right mind would
have a seat like this for the FA cup final, the biggest sporting event
in the year, and not use it?&quot;
</p>
<p>
He says, &quot;Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. My wife was supposed
to come with me, but she passed away. This is the first Cup Final we
haven't been together since we got married&quot;.
</p>
<p>
&quot;Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. I guess you couldn't
find someone else, a friend or relative or even a neighbour to take
the seat?&quot;  
</p>
<p>
The man shakes his head...
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;No. They're all at the funeral&quot;.
</p>
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 <title>Joke: A snip at £20</title>
 <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 13:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-02/a-snip-at-twenty-quid?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A little old lady is walking down the street, dragging two plastic bin
bags with her, one in each hand. There's a hole in one of the bags and
every once in a while a £20 note is flying out of it onto the
pavement.
</p>
<p>
Noticing this, a policeman stops her....&quot;Ma'am, there are £20 notes
falling out of that bag...&quot; &quot;Damn!&quot; says the little old lady.....&quot;I'd
better go back and see if I can still find some.  Thanks for the
warning!&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Well, now, not so fast,&quot; says the cop.  &quot;How did you get all that
money?&quot; &quot;Did you steal it?&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Oh, no&quot;, says the little old lady.  &quot;You see, my back yard backs up
to the car park of the football stadium. Each time there's a game, a
lot of fans come and pee in the bushes, right into my flower beds!&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;So, I go and stand behind the bushes with a big hedge clipper, and
each time someone sticks his little thingie through the bushes, I say:
£20 or off it comes!&quot;
</p>
<p>
&quot;Hey, not a bad idea!&quot; laughs the cop.  &quot;OK, good luck!  By the way,
what's in the other bag?&quot;
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
&quot;Well&quot;, says the little old lady, &quot;not all of them pay up!&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Let's go to the Zoo</title>
 <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 12:47 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-02/zoo?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A man goes to the zoo, for the day out.
</p>
<p>
He visits the lion's cage, but it's empty - not a lion to be seen. 
</p>
<p>
So, he walks around a bit and ends up by the elephants. Not a nelly in
the place. 
</p>
<p>
Hmm, he thinks. I shall try the zebras. Every zoo has zebras. Nope,
not one. Completely zebra-less. 
</p>
<p>
Eventually, he finds one cage with one small, pathetic looking dog in
it.
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
It's a shitzu.
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Assassin Interview</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 15:06 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-01/fbi?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background
checks, interviews and testing were done there were 3 finalists.  Two
men and a woman.  For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the
men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
</p>
<p>
&quot;We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the
circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a
chair.  Kill Her!!!&quot; 
</p>
<p>
The man said, &quot;You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The agent said, &quot;Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your
wife and go home.&quot;
</p>
<p>
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and
went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. 
</p>
<p>
The man came out with tears in his eyes, &quot;I tried, but I can't
kill my wife.&quot;.
</p>
<p>
The agent said, &quot;You don't have what it
takes. Take your wife and go home.&quot;
</p>
<p>
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions,
to kill her husband.  She took the gun and went into the room.  Shots
were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging
on the walls.  After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened
slowly and there stood the woman, she wiped the sweat from her brow.
</p>
<p>
&quot;This gun is loaded with blanks&quot; she said. 
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<p>
&quot;I had to beat him to death with the chair.&quot;
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 <title>Joke: Look into my eyes, not around the eyes...</title>
 <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 18:55 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-01/senior?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
It was entertainment night at the retirement home and
the Amazing Claude was topping the bill. People came
from miles around to see the famed hypnotist do his
stuff. As Claude went to the front of the meeting
room, he announced, "Unlike most hypnotists
who invite two or three people up here to be put into
a trance, I intend to hypnotize each and every member
of the audience."
</p>
<p>
The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew
a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat. "I
want you each to keep your eye on this antique watch.
It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for
six generations.
</p>
<p>
He began to swing the watch gently back and forth
while quietly chanting, "Watch the watch, watch the
watch, watch the watch..."
</p>
<p>
The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back
and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch,
until suddenly, it slipped from the hypnotist's
fingers and fell to the floor, breaking into a hundred
pieces.
</p>
<p>
"Shit!" said the Hypnotist...
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<p>
It took three days to clean up the retirement home.
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 <title>Joke: Blind to Blondes</title>
 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 11:57 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-01/blonde?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A blind man enters a Ladies Bar by mistake. He finds his way to a bar
stool and orders a drink. After sitting there for a while, he yells to
the bartender, &quot;Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?&quot;
</p>
<p>
The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.
</p>
<p>
In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says, &quot;Before you
tell that joke, sir, I think it is just fair - given that you are
blind that you should know five things:
</p><ol>
<li>The bartender is a blonde girl.</li>
<li>The bouncer is a blonde girl.</li>
<li>I'm a 6 foot tall, 220 lb. blonde woman with a black belt in karate.</li>
<li>The woman sitting next to me is blonde and is a professional weight lifter.</li>
<li>The lady to your right is a blonde and is a professional wrestler.</li>
</ol><p>
Now think about it seriously, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?
</p>
<p>
The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and declares...
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</p>
<p>
&quot;Nah. Not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times....&quot;
</p>
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 <title>Joke: Wayne's World</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 16:32 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-01/girl?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
A girl goes to the council to register for child benefit.  
</p>
<p>
"How many children?" Asks the council worker, "10" replies the girl.
"10???" says the council worker. "What are their names?"  "Wayne,
Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne and Wayne."
"Doesn't that get confusing?"  "Naah..." says the Essex girl "its
great because if they are out playing in the street I just have to
shout "WAAYNE, YER DINNER'S READY" or "WAAYNE GO TO BED NOW" and they
all do it..."  "What if you want to speak to one individually?" says
the perturbed council worker.  "That's easy," says the girl... 
</p>
<p>
<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>
</p>
<p>
"I just use their surnames"
</p>
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 <title>Joke: One number to another</title>
 <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 16:30 GMT</pubDate>
 <link>http://www.perldog.com/2006-01/zero-eight?rss</link>
 <description><![CDATA[
 <p>
What did the 0 say to the 8? 
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<p>
Nice belt!
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