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		<title>A GUT-WRENCHING FART STORY</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 09:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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A man woke up every morning and passed gas. After about eight or nine years of marriage, his wife finally said, if you fart any more, you&#8217;ll fart your guts out. Being a butcher, the wife decided to put pig scraps in his pants so he would wake up, and not do it anymore. She [...]]]></description>
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<p>A man woke up every morning and passed gas. After about eight or nine years of marriage, his wife finally said, if you fart any more, you&#8217;ll fart your guts out. Being a butcher, the wife decided to put pig scraps in his pants so he would wake up, and not do it anymore. She put the scraps in his pants that night.
<p> He woke up in the morning and went across the hall to the bathroom. Two long hours later, he came out and stated, honey, you were right about me farting my guts out BUT WITH THE GRACE OF THE DEAR LORD AND THESE TWO FINGERS. I GOT THEM BACK IN THERE.</p>
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		<title>Bulgy Protrudy Is What They Call Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 09:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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This middle-aged guy wakes up one morning and notices that his eyes are bulging and his ears are protruding. He becomes very concerned. So he goes to his doctor and asks him what is wrong with him. The doctor told him that he has a rare disease that will require him to take this medication [...]]]></description>
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<p>This middle-aged guy wakes up one morning and notices that his eyes are bulging and his ears are protruding. He becomes very concerned. So he goes to his doctor and asks him what is wrong with him. The doctor told him that he has a rare disease that will require him to take this medication for several months to clear up the disease, however the medication will make his hair fall out permanently.
<p> Several months later the guy&#8217;s eyes are still bulging and his ears are still protruding &#8211; more so now that his hair is gone. So this time he goes to a different doctor who informs him that he has a prostate problem and that they will have to remove his testicles. So the guy has the surgery only to find out months later, his eyes are still bulging and his ears are still protruding.
<p> Determined to find out what is wrong with him he goes to another doctor who tells him that the nerves in his hands are pinching the nerve endings in his ears and his eyes and the only way to resolve the problem is to have his hands amputated. Sadly, the guy lets his hands be amputated.
<p> On a follow-up visit to this doctor the doctor informs him that while they were doing the surgery on his hands, they found that the man has a terminal cancer and that he only has months to live. The guy is hysterical at this point and resolves that if he only has months to live he is going to live it up. So he goes out to buy a brand new sports car, new furniture, and a new wardrobe. However, when he went to order some custom shirts, the tailor told him he took a 17-inch neck.
<p> &#8220;No, I&#8217;ve always taken a 15-inch neck.&#8221;
<p> &#8220;But sir, you have a 17-inch neck.&#8221;
<p> &#8220;Listen &#8211; I&#8217;m 45 years old, and for the past 30 years I&#8217;ve taken a 15-inch neck.&#8221;
<p> &#8220;Okay, I&#8217;ll do it. But you do know what happens when the neck is too small?&#8221;
<p> &#8220;What?&#8221;
<p> &#8220;It makes your eyes bulge and your ears protrude.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>HMO in Heaven</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 09:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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An eye doctor, a heart surgeon and an HMO executive die and are in heaven. God asks the eye doctor why he should be let into heaven, and the doctor explains to God that he helped people save or regain their sight. God says, &#8221;Welcome to heaven, my son.&#8221;
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<p>An eye doctor, a heart surgeon and an HMO executive die and are in heaven. God asks the eye doctor why he should be let into heaven, and the doctor explains to God that he helped people save or regain their sight. God says, &#8221;Welcome to heaven, my son.&#8221;
<p> God then asks the heart surgeon what he had done in life that should allow him into heaven. &#8221;I saved people from death from heart attacks and heart disease,&#8221; the doctor replies. &#8221;Welcome to heaven, my son,&#8221; God says.
<p> God then turns to the HMO executive. God asked him what he was, and the man replied that he worked for an HMO. &#8221;Welcome to heaven, my son,&#8221; says God, &#8221;but you have to leave in two days.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Shot To The Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 08:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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Aging Mildred was a 93 year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband Earl.
 She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death. 
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<p>Aging Mildred was a 93 year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband Earl.
<p> She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death. </p>
<p>Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out Earl&#8217;s old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart since it was so badly broken in the first place.
<p> Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and burden to someone, she called her doctor to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be.</p>
<p> &quot;On a woman,&quot; the doctor said, &quot;your heart would be just below your left breast.&quot;
<p> Later that night, Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee. </p>
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		<title>Carrots</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 08:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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How do you know that carrots are good for your eyesight? Have YOU ever seen a rabbit with glasses?
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<p>How do you know that carrots are good for your eyesight?<br /> Have YOU ever seen a rabbit with glasses?</p>
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		<title>Assembly Required</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 08:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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A gynecologist tired of his profession, and wanting less responsibility, decided a career change was in order. After some serious thought, he decided that being an engine mechanic, something he had once enjoyed prior to college, would be a good choice. However, it had been a long time since he had tinkered with an engine [...]]]></description>
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<p>A gynecologist tired of his profession, and wanting less responsibility, decided a career change was in order. After some serious thought, he decided that being an engine mechanic, something he had once enjoyed prior to college, would be a good choice. However, it had been a long time since he had tinkered with an engine and he knew that in order to compete with the younger workforce, he would have to go to school.
<p> He enrolled in a technical institute that specialized in teaching auto mechanics. He aced the course, but the final exam required each student to completely strip and reassemble an engine. It was with some trepidation that he took the test. At completion, he turned the engine over to his instructors for evaluation and awaited his final grade.
<p> When they were handed out, he did a double take at the 150% grade he received. Rather confused, he asked his instructors how it was possible to have a grade like this. &#8220;It is really quite simple,&#8221; they said. &#8220;We gave you 50% for correctly disassembling the engine, 50% for correctly reassembling it, and an additional 50% for doing it all through the muffler.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Stewed Tomatoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 08:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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A guy is going on an ocean cruise, and he tells his doctor that he&#8217;s worry about getting seasick.
 The doctor suggests, &#8221;Eat two pounds of stewed tomatoes before you leave the dock.&#8221;
 The guy replies, &#8221;Would that keep me from getting sick, Doc?&#8221;
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<p>A guy is going on an ocean cruise, and he tells his doctor that he&#8217;s worry about getting seasick.
<p> The doctor suggests, &#8221;Eat two pounds of stewed tomatoes before you leave the dock.&#8221;
<p> The guy replies, &#8221;Would that keep me from getting sick, Doc?&#8221;
<p> The doctor says, &#8221;No, but it&#8217;ll look real pretty in the water.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Those Conceited Bastard Doctors</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 08:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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Q: What is the difference between a brain surgeon and God?
 A: God doesn&#8217;t think he&#8217;s a brain surgeon!
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<p>Q: What is the difference between a brain surgeon and God?
<p> A: God doesn&#8217;t think he&#8217;s a brain surgeon!</p>
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		<title>Big Boss Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 08:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.
 The brain said, &#8220;I should be boss because I control the whole body&#8217;s responses and functions.&#8221;
 The feet said, &#8220;We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.&#8221;
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<p>When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.
<p> The brain said, &#8220;I should be boss because I control the whole body&#8217;s responses and functions.&#8221;
<p> The feet said, &#8220;We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.&#8221;
<p> The hands said, &#8220;We should be the boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.&#8221;
<p> And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs, and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.
<p> Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the boss just sat and passed out the shit!
<p> Moral of the story: You don&#8217;t need brains to be a boss &#8211; any asshole will do.</p>
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		<title>The Blue Eye</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 08:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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One day, a man had an accident at work, which resulted in him getting his eye gouged out. He was rushed to hospital, and, after awaking from an emergency operation, was told by the doctor that he&#8217;d been given a glass eye. The man looked in the mirror to see the result, and was shocked [...]]]></description>
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<p>One day, a man had an accident at work, which resulted in him getting his eye gouged out. He was rushed to hospital, and, after awaking from an emergency operation, was told by the doctor that he&#8217;d been given a glass eye. The man looked in the mirror to see the result, and was shocked to see that, whereas his original eye colour was blue, his new glass eye was brown. The man was outraged. &#8221;I can&#8217;t walk around like this!!&#8221;
<p> &#8220;Sir,&#8221; the doctor said, &#8220;there is a severe shortage on blue eyes. We had to give you a brown one. If somehow you can get hold of a blue eye, and bring it here to the hospital, we will happily fit it for you.&#8221;
<p> A few weeks later, the man was driving home from work late one night during a big storm. Suddenly, the car in front of him lost control and skidded off the road before finally hitting a tree. The man screeched to a halt, and ran down the embankment to see if he could help. He found the driver of the car sprawled out over the wreckage, dead as a doornail&#8230;with a blue glass eye! As it was so late at night and during such a big storm, noone was about. So the man proceeded to get a screwdriver and removed one of the deceased man&#8217;s blue eyes, replacing it with his brown glass eye. He raced down to the local hospital to have the replacement blue eye fitted. A few days later, the man was driving along the same stretch of road when he saw the police examining the crash scene and towing the car wreck away. Concerned to find out if the police were on to him, the man decided to go over to try and see if the police had any leads.
<p> &#8221;Excuse me, sir,&#8221; said the policeman. &#8220;Do you know anything about this at all?&#8221;
<p> &#8221;No, constable&#8221;, said the man.
<p> &#8221;Well, we can&#8217;t figure this out. Somehow, this bloke managed to drive 40 miles with two glass eyes!&#8221;</p>
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