<?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-8702006</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:11:25.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmmm</title><subtitle type='html'>He he he got bored and thought feck it if Lucy has a blog why can't I so here it is way hey!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702006.post-110113391608085493</id><published>2004-11-22T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:31:56.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One liners</title><content type='html'>Two fish swim into a concrete wall. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One turns to the other and says "dam" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two peanuts walk into a bar &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One was asalted. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A jump-lead walks into a bar. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The barman says "I'll serve you, but don't start anything." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A sandwich walks into a bar. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The barman says, "Sorry we don't serve food in here." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A dyslexic man walks into a bra. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A man walks into a bar with a slab of tarmac under his arm and says: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "A beer please, and one for the road." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two aerials meet on a roof, fall in love get married. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The ceremony wasn't much but the reception was brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********* &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two cannibals are eating a clown. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Doc, I can't stop singing 'The green, green grass of home'." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Is it common?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "It's not unusual." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two cows standing next to each other in a field, Daisy says to Dolly &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I was artificially inseminated this morning." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I don't believe you," said Dolly. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "It's true, no bull!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One says, "I've lost my electron." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Are you sure?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The first replies, "Yes, I'm positive..." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet and says, &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "My dog's cross-eyed, is there anything you can do for him? " &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Well," says the vet, "let's have a look at him" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Finally, he says "I'm going to have to put him down." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "What? Because he's cross-eyed?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "No, because he's really heavy" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; couldn't find any. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I went to the butchers the other day and I bet him 50 quid &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; that he couldn't reach the meat off the top shelf. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; And he said, 'no, the steaks are too high.' &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; My friend drowned in a bowl of muesli. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; He was pulled in by a strong currant. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********* &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Our ice cream man was found lying on the floor of his van &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; covered with nuts &amp; hundreds and thousands. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Police say that he topped himself. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********** &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; What do you call a fish with no eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A fsh &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ********* &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Two fish are in a tank &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One says to the other "I'll man the guns, you drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110113391608085493?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110113391608085493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110113391608085493' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113391608085493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113391608085493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-liners.html' title='One liners'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8702006.post-110113387203303015</id><published>2004-11-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:31:12.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airlines</title><content type='html'>Take a minute to read this. It's hilarious.. At  Qantas Airlines, after&lt;br /&gt;every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe  sheet, which conveys&lt;br /&gt;to the mechanics problems encountered with  the aircraft during the flight&lt;br /&gt;that need repair or correction. The  mechanics read and correct the&lt;br /&gt;problem, and then respond in writing on the  lower half of the form what&lt;br /&gt;remedial action was taken, and the  pilot reviews the gripe sheets before&lt;br /&gt;the next flight. Never let it be  said that ground crews and engineers lack&lt;br /&gt;a sense of humour. Here are  some actual logged  maintenance complaints and&lt;br /&gt;problems  as submitted by Qantas pilots and the solution recorded by&lt;br /&gt;maintenance  engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that&lt;br /&gt;has never  had an accident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P = The problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br /&gt;(S = The solution and action  taken by the mechanics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs  replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire&lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not  installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in  cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on  back-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per  minute descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence  removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more  believable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S:  That's what they're there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect  you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right  wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned  to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S:  Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat  installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a  midget&lt;br /&gt;pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110113387203303015?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110113387203303015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110113387203303015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113387203303015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113387203303015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/airlines.html' title='Airlines'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-110113380797865652</id><published>2004-11-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:30:07.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Joke</title><content type='html'>A man, an ostrich &amp; a cat &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;walk into a bar and..... &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; The bartender says, "What would you &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;like Sir?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; The man says, "I'll have a pint of &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;beer." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; He looks at the ostrich and says, &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;"What will you have?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "I'll have a pint of beer" says the &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;ostrich. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; He looks at the cat, "What will you &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;have?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "Half a pint of beer - but I'm not &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;paying." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "That will be £12.65" says the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;So the man reaches &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;into &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;his &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; pocket and pulls out exactly £12.65. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; The next day after work the man goes &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;into the same bar. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;"What'll it &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;be &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; today?" says the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "Double whisky on the rocks" says &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;the man. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; He looks at the ostrich and says, &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;"What will you have?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "I'll join him in a double whisky" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;says the ostrich. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; He looks at the cat, "What will you &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;have?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "Half a pint of beer-but I'm not &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;paying" says the cat. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "That will be £21.95" says the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;So the man reaches &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;into &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;his &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; pocket and pulls out exactly £21.95. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; The next day after work the man goes &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;into the same bar. "Excuse &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;me" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; bartender, says, "I was just wondering &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;why, no matter what the &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;price, &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;you &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; always have the exact change in your &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;pocket?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "Well" says the man, "when my grandmother &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;died she left me &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;everything &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;in &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; her house and inside there was a &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;lamp. So I rubbed it and out &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;popped a &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; genie. It granted me three wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;So I asked that every time I &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;wanted &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;to &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; buy something I would have the exact &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;change in my pocket". &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; "That's brilliant" says the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;"You'll never ever run &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;out &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;money. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; What else did you ask for?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; The man sighs and says, "A bird with &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;long legs and a tight &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;pussy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110113380797865652?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110113380797865652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110113380797865652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113380797865652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113380797865652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/bar-joke.html' title='Bar Joke'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-110113356952531446</id><published>2004-11-22T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:26:09.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at work?</title><content type='html'>THIS IS ONE OF THE STRANGEST THINGS YOU'LL HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT BRAIN VS. RIGHT BRAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE SITTING AT YOUR DESK, LIFT YOUR RIGHT FOOT OFF THE FLOOR AND MAKE CLOCKWISE CIRCLES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, WHILE DOING THIS, DRAW THE NUMBER "6" IN THE AIR WITH YOUR RIGHT HAND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FOOT WILL CHANGE DIRECTIONS AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WILL DRIVE YOU CRAZY BUT IT'S PRETTY FUNNY TO WATCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110113356952531446?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110113356952531446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110113356952531446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113356952531446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110113356952531446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/bored-at-work.html' title='Bored at work?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-110071052159036853</id><published>2004-11-17T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:55:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters&lt;br /&gt;(With no letters left over and using each letter only once):&lt;br /&gt;TO COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110071052159036853?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110071052159036853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110071052159036853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110071052159036853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110071052159036853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/dormitory-when-you-rearrange-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-110071017785594955</id><published>2004-11-17T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:49:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy Bird!!!</title><content type='html'>A vacationing penguin is driving through Arizona and sees that his car's oil-pressure light is on. He gets out looking and sees oil dripping out of the motor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives slowly and carefully to the nearest town and stops at the first gas station. After dropping the car off, the penguin goes for a walk around town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees an ice cream shop, and being a penguin in Arizona, decides that something cold would really hit the spot. He gets a big dish of vanilla ice cream and sits down to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no hands, he makes a real mess trying to eat with his little flippers. After finishing his ice cream, he goes back to the gas station and asks the mechanic if he's found the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic looks up from the engine and says, "It looks like you've blown a seal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no," the penguin replies, wiping his mouth, "it's just ice cream." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-110071017785594955?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/110071017785594955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=110071017785594955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110071017785594955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/110071017785594955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/11/classy-bird.html' title='Classy Bird!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-109766620964223667</id><published>2004-10-13T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T04:19:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tús mo shaol Blog</title><content type='html'>Piosa beag le haghaidh mo mhuintir -is aisteach an rud é! Seo é mo bhlog nua nach bhfuil sé go hiontach? Agus mé tar éis teacht ar blog Lucy thosaigh mé ag smaoineamh mas ta ceann aici ba choir go mbeadh ceann agam fresin mar thoradh seo é a leanas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-109766620964223667?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/109766620964223667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=109766620964223667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/109766620964223667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/109766620964223667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/10/ts-mo-shaol-blog.html' title='Tús mo shaol Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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-8702006.post-109766472999507994</id><published>2004-10-13T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T03:52:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of My Blog Life</title><content type='html'>I've got a blog so feck ya Lucy (mind you don't have gmail yet gotta work on that one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8702006-109766472999507994?l=feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/feeds/109766472999507994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8702006&amp;postID=109766472999507994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/109766472999507994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8702006/posts/default/109766472999507994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feckyalucyiveablog.blogspot.com/2004/10/start-of-my-blog-life.html' title='The Start of My Blog Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876740020856807671</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
