<?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-27232618</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:35:10.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Realy Humor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-115410617501322230</id><published>2006-07-28T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:02:55.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The John Travolta diet</title><content type='html'>Print this photo and look at it anytime you feel hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/john_travolta_diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/john_travolta_diet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John Travolta takes a bite between takes of the skinny-dipping scene from his film Wild Hogs, shooting in New Mexico." Via &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/"&gt;US Magazine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-115410617501322230?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cityrag.blogs.com/main/2006/07/the_john_travol.html' title='The John Travolta diet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/115410617501322230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=115410617501322230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115410617501322230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115410617501322230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/07/john-travolta-diet.html' title='The John Travolta diet'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-115038116833447549</id><published>2006-06-15T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:19:28.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>toatly found this on ebaums world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First-grade class in Brooklyn comes in from recess. Teacher asks Sarah: "What did you do at recess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says, "I played in the sand box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "That's good. Go to the blackboard, and if you can write 'sand' correctly, I'll give you a fresh-baked cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does and gets a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks Morris what he did at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris says, "I played with Sarah in the sand box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Good. If you write 'box' correctly on the blackboard, I'll give you a fresh baked cookie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris does, and gets a cookie. Teacher then asks Mustaffa Abdul Machmoud what he did at recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I tried to play with Sarah and Morris, but they threw rocks at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Threw rocks at you? That sounds like blatant racial discrimination. If you can go the blackboard and write 'blatant racial discrimination' I'll give you a cookie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-115038116833447549?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/115038116833447549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=115038116833447549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038116833447549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038116833447549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/06/toatly-found-this-on-ebaums-world.html' title='toatly found this on ebaums world'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-115038113394152398</id><published>2006-06-15T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:18:53.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>true story....</title><content type='html'>the other day at breakfast my little brother came up to me and said "guess what guess what" so i say "what?" and he says "yesterday in CCD (religios education classes) i learned to golden rule!" so i am like "ok so whats the golden rule then?" and he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"god wants you to always give the first part of your pay check to the catholic church!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-115038113394152398?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/115038113394152398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=115038113394152398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038113394152398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038113394152398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/06/true-story.html' title='true story....'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-115038099375856425</id><published>2006-06-15T16:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:16:33.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE MONKEYS</title><content type='html'>The pet store was selling them for five cents apiece.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that odd since they were normally a couple&lt;br /&gt;thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in&lt;br /&gt;the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let&lt;br /&gt;one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In&lt;br /&gt;fact, none of them were really bright. They kept&lt;br /&gt;punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then&lt;br /&gt;they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very&lt;br /&gt;well to their new environment. They would screech,&lt;br /&gt;hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and&lt;br /&gt;slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the&lt;br /&gt;spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third&lt;br /&gt;hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were&lt;br /&gt;so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when&lt;br /&gt;you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn&lt;br /&gt;cheap monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys&lt;br /&gt;lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser,&lt;br /&gt;hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200&lt;br /&gt;throw rugs&lt;br /&gt;I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199&lt;br /&gt;dead, dry monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried pretending that they were just stuffed&lt;br /&gt;animals. That worked for awhile, that is, until they&lt;br /&gt;began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pee, but there was a dead monkey in the&lt;br /&gt;toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing&lt;br /&gt;them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two&lt;br /&gt;monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30&lt;br /&gt;seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer&lt;br /&gt;so it didn't all go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was&lt;br /&gt;flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two&lt;br /&gt;dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer. and 197 dead,&lt;br /&gt;charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't&lt;br /&gt;improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my&lt;br /&gt;monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one&lt;br /&gt;of my monkeys. It felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said&lt;br /&gt;that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred&lt;br /&gt;primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't&lt;br /&gt;take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the&lt;br /&gt;frozen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to&lt;br /&gt;say. They pretended that they liked them but I could&lt;br /&gt;tell they were lying. Ingrates! So I punched them in&lt;br /&gt;the genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-115038099375856425?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/115038099375856425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=115038099375856425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038099375856425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/115038099375856425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-monkeys.html' title='LIKE MONKEYS'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-114625870862954480</id><published>2006-04-28T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:11:48.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Priest Sipping Vodka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. if I start to get nervous, I take a sip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his return to his office after mass, he found the following note on the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sip the Vodka, don't gulp.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are 10 commandments, not 12.&lt;br /&gt;3. There are 12 disciples, not 10.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.&lt;br /&gt;6. We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J. C.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the Spook.&lt;br /&gt;8. David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;9. When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey,don't say he was stoned off his ass.&lt;br /&gt;10. We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."&lt;br /&gt;11. When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he said, "Take this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say "Eat me"&lt;br /&gt;12. The Virgin Mary is not called "Mary with the Cherry,"&lt;br /&gt;13. The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, yeah God.&lt;br /&gt;14. Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St. Peter's, not a Peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-114625870862954480?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thejokeyard.com/religious_jokes/priest_sipping_vodka.html' title='Priest Sipping Vodka'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/114625870862954480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=114625870862954480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/114625870862954480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/114625870862954480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/04/priest-sipping-vodka.html' title='Priest Sipping Vodka'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27232618.post-114625805000690895</id><published>2006-04-28T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:00:50.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the dead baby cross the road?</title><content type='html'>because it was stapled to the chicken ))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27232618-114625805000690895?l=abben.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/feeds/114625805000690895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27232618&amp;postID=114625805000690895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/114625805000690895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27232618/posts/default/114625805000690895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abben.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-did-dead-baby-cross-road.html' title='Why did the dead baby cross the road?'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062335781167192234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
