<?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-37373044</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:58:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY,JOKES,VIDEOS,PICTURE</title><subtitle type='html'>eatures funny, strange,weird and bizarre news,games,videos,cartoons, pictures and jokes from around the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37373044.post-116699252750606008</id><published>2006-12-24T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:51:17.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid musician</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; Paolo Esperanza, bass-trombonist with the Simphonica Mayor de Uruguay, in a misplaced moment of inspiration decided to make his own contribution to the cannon shots fired as part of the orchestra's performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture at an outdoor children's concert. In complete seriousness he placed a large, ignited firecracker, which was equivalent in strength to a quarter stick of dynamite, into his aluminum straight mute and then stuck the mute into the bell of his quite new Yamaha in-line double-valve bass trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, from his hospital bed he explained to a reporter through bandages on his mouth, "I thought that the bell of my trombone would shield me from the explosion and, instead, would focus the energy of the blast outward and away from me, propelling the mute high above the orchestra, like a rocket." However, Paolo was not up on his propulsion physics nor qualified to use high-powered artillery and in his haste to get the horn up before the firecracker went off, he failed to raise the bell of the horn high enough so as to give the mute enough arc to clear the orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened should serve as a lesson to us all during those delirious moments of divine inspiration. First, because he failed to sufficiently elevate the bell of his horn, the blast propelled the mute between rows of players in the woodwind and viola sections of the orchestra, missing the players and straight into the stomach of the conductor, driving him off the podium and directly into the front row of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the audience were sitting in folding chairs and thus they were protected from serious injury, for the chairs collapsed under them passing the energy of the impact of the flying conductor backwards into row of people sitting behind them, who in turn were driven back into the people in the row behind and so on, like a row of dominos. The sound of collapsing wooden chairs and grunts of people falling on their behinds increased logarithmically, adding to the overall sound of brass cannons and brass playing as constitutes the closing measures of the Overture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, all of this unplanned choreography not withstanding, back on stage Paolo's Waterloo was still unfolding. According to Paolo, "Just as I heard the sound of the blast, time seemed to stand still. Everything moved in slow motion. Just before I felt searing pain in my mouth, I could swear I heard a voice with a Austrian accent say, "Fur every akshon zer iz un eekvul un opposeet reakshon!" Well, this should come as no surprise, for Paolo had set himself up for a textbook demonstration of this fundamental law of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having failed to plug the lead pipe of his trombone, he allowed the energy of the blast to send a superheated jet of gas backwards through the mouth pipe of the trombone, which exited the mouthpiece, burning his lips and face. The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny Yamaha right down the middle, turning it inside out while at the same time propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. And for the grand finale, as Paolo fell backwards he lost his grip on the slide of the trombone allowing the pressure of the hot gases coursing through the horn to propel the trombone's slide like a double golden spear into the head of the 3rd clarinetist, knocking him unconscious and fracturing his skull. I would think the moral of this story is, Beware the next time you hear someone in the trombone section yell out, "Hey, y'all, watch this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3381/sexy-hahn-beer-ad.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Sexy Hahn Beer Ad&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3381/sexy-hahn-beer-ad.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061211-sexy-hahn-beer-ad-video-1.jpg" alt="061211-sexy-hahn-beer-ad" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699252750606008?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699252750606008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699252750606008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699252750606008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699252750606008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-musician.html' title='stupid musician'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37373044.post-116699244456348256</id><published>2006-12-24T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:34:14.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he following is supposedly a true story. To be included, besides being true, the story is most likely strange, weird, surprising, or funny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Company Gives Something for Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ann,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can top the person who wrote complaining about the idiocy of the phone company.  Talk about garbage in, garbage out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When AT&amp;T split with Bell, we had three phones in our house. The equipment belonged to Ma Bell and the service belonged to AT&amp;amp;T. After we returned all the phone equipment to Ma Bell, we received a bill for $0.00. A few weeks later, we received a check for $5 and a note thanking us. Several months later, we received another computerized bill for $0.00. We called again, got nowhere, so we sent another check for $0.00. A few weeks later we received another $5 refund with the same thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on every three months for two years. Now we are down to once a year and have given up trying to straighten this out. We just cash the $5 and forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699244456348256?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699244456348256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699244456348256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699244456348256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699244456348256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116699231078112522</id><published>2006-12-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:02:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A family of three tomatoes were walking downtown one day when the little baby tomato started lagging behind. The big father tomato walks back to the baby tomato, stomps on her, squashing her into a red paste, and says, "Ketchup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3352/banned-family-guy-clip.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Banned Family Guy Clip&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3352/banned-family-guy-clip.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061205-banned-family-guy-clip-video-1.jpg" alt="061205-banned-family-guy-clip" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699231078112522?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699231078112522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699231078112522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699231078112522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699231078112522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/family_24.html' title='A family'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116699225174217999</id><published>2006-12-24T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:42:12.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;There were three Aggies; one crane operator, one pole climber, one guide. The guide tied the crane to the end of a pole. The crane operator would then pick the pole up on end. The climber climbed to the top and dropped a tape measure which the guide promptly read and noted the measurement. The crane operator then lowered the pole to the ground and repsitioned to pick up another pole. This went on several times when the foreman came over and asked why they couldn't measure the poles while they were laying on the ground? The Aggies replied, "we need to know how tall the poles are, not how long".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3407/soccer-fights.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Soccer Fights&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3407/soccer-fights.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061217-soccer-fights-video-1.jpg" alt="061217-soccer-fights" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699225174217999?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699225174217999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699225174217999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699225174217999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699225174217999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/job.html' title='the job'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116699208884761269</id><published>2006-12-24T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:28:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A blind man was describing his favorite sport, parachuting. When asked how this was accomplished, he said that things were all done for him: "I am placed in the door with my seeing eye dog and told when to jump. My hand is placed on my release ring for me and out I go with the dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how do you know when you are going to land?" he was asked. "I have a very keen sense of smell, and I can smell the trees and grass when I am 300 feet from the ground" he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how do you know when to lift your legs for the final arrival on the ground?" he was again asked. He quickly answered: "Oh, the dog's leash goes slack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699208884761269?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699208884761269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699208884761269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699208884761269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699208884761269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/skydiving.html' title='Skydiving'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116699201947679593</id><published>2006-12-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:47:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A military cargo plane, flying over a populated area, suddenly loses power and starts to nose down. The pilot tries to pull up, but with all their cargo, the plane is too heavy. So he yells to the soldiers in back to throw things out to make the plane lighter. They throw out a pistol. "Throw out more!" shouts the pilot. So they throw out a rifle. "More!" he cries again. They heave out a missile, and the pilot regains control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out of the dive and lands safely at an airport. They get into a jeep and drive off. Pretty soon they meet a boy on the side of the road who's crying. They ask him why he's crying and he says "A pistol hit me on the head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drive more and meet another boy who's crying even harder. Again they ask why and the boy says, "A rifle hit me on the head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They apologize and keep driving. They meet a boy on the sidewalk who's laughing hysterically. They ask him, "Kid, what's so funny?" The boy replies, "I sneezed and a house blew up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3382/the-only-thing-men-want.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Only Thing Men Want&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3382/the-only-thing-men-want.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061212-the-only-thing-men-want-video-1.jpg" alt="061212-the-only-thing-men-want" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699201947679593?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699201947679593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699201947679593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699201947679593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699201947679593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-happened.html' title='just happened'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116699195048815933</id><published>2006-12-24T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:26:00.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Trouble sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;The woman seated herself in the psychiatrists office. "What seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I, uh," she stammered. "I think I, uh, might be a nymphomaniac."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," he said. "I can help you, but I must advise you that my fee is $80 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not bad," she replied. "How much for all night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116699195048815933?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116699195048815933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116699195048815933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699195048815933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116699195048815933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698980770272506</id><published>2006-12-24T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:50:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;Q. Mrs. Jones, is your appearance this morning pursuant to a deposition notice&lt;br /&gt;which I sent to your attorney?&lt;br /&gt;A. No. This is how I dress when I go to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698980770272506?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698980770272506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698980770272506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698980770272506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698980770272506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698973703141570</id><published>2006-12-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:49:07.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;Your family is so poor, I flicked a booger on the door and your Mama came out&lt;br /&gt;and said: "Clap your hands, stomp your feet, praise the Lord, we got meat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698973703141570?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698973703141570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698973703141570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698973703141570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698973703141570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698933264771099</id><published>2006-12-24T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:42:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footbal</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="format"&gt;Football: A game consisting of 22 skilled players, one impartial referee, two&lt;br /&gt;eagle eyed referee's assistants and one stupid ball.&lt;br /&gt;Teammate: Another person that you have to dribble around&lt;br /&gt;Fans: Two sets of abusive referees&lt;br /&gt;Offside: The Bermuda Triangle area of the pitch where "innocent" players are&lt;br /&gt;drawn towards.&lt;br /&gt;Scoring: When 11 men spontaneously start dancing and kissing, regardless of&lt;br /&gt;any injuries, whilst 11 others droop like wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;Striker: Faultless, overpaid, box hogging lay about whom only misses the goal&lt;br /&gt;when he is fed a bad ball&lt;br /&gt;Defender: Player who's function is to commit fouls just outside of the penalty&lt;br /&gt;area&lt;br /&gt;Ball: Round object used by referees to entice players into committing fouls.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698933264771099?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698933264771099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698933264771099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698933264771099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698933264771099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/footbal.html' title='Footbal'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698918700949632</id><published>2006-12-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:39:56.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>litle joke</title><content type='html'>Classical situation. The wife in bed with a fatigue lover, husband rushes&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly. The wife shouts to the lover:&lt;br /&gt;- Dear! Prove to him that you're a real man!&lt;br /&gt;Lover:&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT?! And to him too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698918700949632?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698918700949632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698918700949632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698918700949632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698918700949632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/litle-joke.html' title='litle joke'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698900983495654</id><published>2006-12-24T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:36:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde</title><content type='html'>A Blonde was driving down the road, and spotted another&lt;br /&gt;Blonde in the middle of a hayfield rowing a boat. She stopped the car, got out &lt;br /&gt;and went to the shoulder of the road, and yelled, "You know, it's blondes like &lt;br /&gt;you that give blondes a bad name!, and if I could swim I would come out there &lt;br /&gt;and kick your ass!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698900983495654?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698900983495654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698900983495654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698900983495654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698900983495654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/blonde.html' title='A Blonde'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116698763973157865</id><published>2006-12-24T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:45:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>Actual writings on hospital charts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband&lt;br /&gt;states she was very hot in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for&lt;br /&gt;over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the second day the knee was better, and on the third&lt;br /&gt;day it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also&lt;br /&gt;appears to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me&lt;br /&gt;in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Discharge status: Alive but without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Healthy appearing decrepit 69 years old male, mentally&lt;br /&gt;alert but forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The patient refused autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The patient has no previous history of suicides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Patient has left white blood cells at another&lt;br /&gt;hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Patient's medical history has been remarkably&lt;br /&gt;insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past&lt;br /&gt;three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She is numb from her toes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The skin was moist and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Patient was alert and unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. She stated that she had been constipated for most of&lt;br /&gt;her life, until she got a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car&lt;br /&gt;for physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and&lt;br /&gt;accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus&lt;br /&gt;sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he&lt;br /&gt;took a job as a stock broker instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Skin: somewhat pale but present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Blank, who felt&lt;br /&gt;we should sit on the abdomen and I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Large brown stool ambulating in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Patient has two teenage children, but no other&lt;br /&gt;abnormalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3126/pepsi-vs-coke.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Pepsi Vs Coke&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3126/pepsi-vs-coke.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061029-pepsi-vs-coke-video-1.jpg" alt="061029-pepsi-vs-coke" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116698763973157865?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116698763973157865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116698763973157865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698763973157865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116698763973157865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/12/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116362072179085214</id><published>2006-11-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:49:14.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two boy</title><content type='html'>Two boy scouts went on a nature hike in the hills picking hickory nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, they filled their small pails and then started to fill their pockets and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;When they could hold no more nuts, they started down the country road until they came across a cemetery. The boys decided that would be a good place to stop and rest and divide out the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;The two boys sat in the shade of a large oak tree and unloaded their pockets and buckets by dumping all of the nuts in a large pile.&lt;br /&gt;In the process, two of them rolled away and rested near the road. The boys then proceeded to divide out the nuts. "One for you. One for me. One for you. One for me."&lt;br /&gt;As they were doing this, another boy was passing by and happened to hear them. He looked into the cemetery, but could not see the boys, because they were obscured by the tree. He hesitated a moment and then ran back to town.&lt;br /&gt;"Father! Father!" he yelled as he entered his house. "The cemetery. Come quick!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" his father asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No time to explain," the boy frantically panted. "Follow me!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy and his father ran up the country road and stopped when they reached the cemetery. They stopped at the side of the road and all fell silent for a few moments. Then the father asked his son what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you hear that?" he whispered. Both people listened intently and heard the Scouts. "One for me. One for you. One for me. One for you..."&lt;br /&gt;The boy then blurted out, "The devil and the Lord are dividing the souls!"&lt;br /&gt;The father was skeptical but silent -- until a few moments later as the Scouts completed dividing out the nuts and one Scout said to the other, "Now, as soon as we get those two nuts down by the road, we'll have them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3391/borat-myspace.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Borat Myspace Video&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3391/borat-myspace.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061212-borat-myspace-video-1.jpg" alt="061212-borat-myspace" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116362072179085214?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116362072179085214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116362072179085214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116362072179085214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116362072179085214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-boy.html' title='Two boy'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116335235494130402</id><published>2006-11-12T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T09:26:42.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>A little boy goes up to his mom and says "mommy can take a shower with you?" &lt;br /&gt;The mom says no, so the boys goes "please it's my birthday" "Ok" says the mom &lt;br /&gt;"just don't look up or down" "Ok I promise" says the boy. But as soon as they're &lt;br /&gt;in the shower the boy looks up and says "mommy what are those?" so the mom says &lt;br /&gt;"those are my headlights" "oh" says the boy. Then he looks down and says "mommy &lt;br /&gt;what is that?" so she says "that's my bush" "oh" said the boy. &lt;br /&gt;So later the boy goes up to his dad and says "daddy can take a shower with &lt;br /&gt;you?" and the dad says "no". "Please it's my birthday" "ok" said the dad "just &lt;br /&gt;don't look down" "ok I promise" said the boy. &lt;br /&gt;But as soon as they're in the shower the boy looks down and says "daddy what's &lt;br /&gt;that?" so the dad says "that's my snake" "oh" said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;So later that night the boy says "mommy, daddy can I get in bed with you I had &lt;br /&gt;a bad dream" "no" say his parents. "Please it's my birthday" "Ok" said his &lt;br /&gt;parents "just don't look under the covers" "ok I promise" said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as he's in the bed he looks under the covers and screams "mom turn &lt;br /&gt;your head lights there's a snake in your bush!"      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/2960/elisha-cuthbert-maxim.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Elisha Cuthbert Hot&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/2960/elisha-cuthbert-maxim.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/060920-elisha-cuthbert-maxim-video-1.jpg" border="1" alt="060920-elisha-cuthbert-maxim"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;H6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/H6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116335235494130402?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116335235494130402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116335235494130402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116335235494130402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116335235494130402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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-37373044.post-116319614383993753</id><published>2006-11-10T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:02:59.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotch &amp; Water</title><content type='html'>An old woman is in the bar of a cruise ship and she asks the bartender for a &lt;br /&gt;scotch and two drops of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bartender gives her a drink she says, "It's my birthday today and &lt;br /&gt;I'm on the cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "Well, since it's your birthday I'll buy you a drink. &lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll take care of this one for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the woman finishes her drink a woman to her right says, "I guess I should &lt;br /&gt;buy you a drink too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 80 year-old woman says, "Alright. Bartender I want a scotch and two drops &lt;br /&gt;of water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright" says the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she finishes her drink, the man to her left says, "Since I'm the only one &lt;br /&gt;around you that hasn't bought you a drink I guess I might as well buy you one &lt;br /&gt;too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman says, "Alright, bartender I want a scotch and two drops &lt;br /&gt;of water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comin' right up" the bartender says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he gives her the drink he says, "Ma'am I'm dying of curiosity. Why the &lt;br /&gt;scotch and only two drops of water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, "Sonny, you learn that when you're my age, you can hold &lt;br /&gt;your liquor but you sure can't hold your water!"      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3222/office-space-remix.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Office Space Re-Cut&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/videos/3222/office-space-remix.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.videovat.com/images/061107-office-space-remix-video-1.jpg" border="1" alt="061107-office-space-remix"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videovat.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;H6&gt;VIDEOVAT.COM &gt; VIDEOS FOR BLOGS AND MYSPACE&lt;/H6&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37373044-116319614383993753?l=hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/feeds/116319614383993753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37373044&amp;postID=116319614383993753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116319614383993753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37373044/posts/default/116319614383993753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahahahahahahah-fun.blogspot.com/2006/11/scotch-water.html' title='Scotch &amp; Water'/><author><name>fun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298703979903670246</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
