<?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-25600017</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:33:02.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>undisclosed-re</title><subtitle type='html'>Humor, jokes, funny stuff, videos, vegan, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undisclosed-re.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25600017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undisclosed-re.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952163767312578816</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25600017.post-115556024036338731</id><published>2006-08-14T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:58:43.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Italians Help Family No Matter What</title><content type='html'>An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. &lt;br /&gt;Love Dad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later he received a letter from his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad, &lt;br /&gt;Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.&lt;br /&gt;Love Vinnie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day the old man received another letter from his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad, &lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;Love Vinnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class='adsense' style='text-align:center; padding: 0px 3px 0.5em 3px;'&gt;
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I can see your point, but I  still think you're full of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;2. I don't know what your problem  is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;3. How about never? Is never good  for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;4. I see you've set aside this  special time to humiliate yourself in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;5. I'm really easy to get along  with once you people learn to see it my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;6. I'll try being nicer if you'll  try being smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;7. I'm out of my mind, but feel  free to leave a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;8. I don't work here. I'm a  consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;9. It sounds like English, but I  can't understand a damn word you're saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;10. Ahhh...I see the screw-up  fairy has visited us again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;11. I like you. You remind me of  myself when I was young and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;12. You are validating my  inherent mistrust of strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;13. I have plenty of talent and  vision; I just don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;14. I'm already visualizing the  duct tape over your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;15. I will always cherish the  initial misconceptions I had about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;16 Thank you. We're all refreshed  and challenged by your unique point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;17 The fact that no one  understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;18. Any connection between your  reality and mine is purely coincidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;19. What am I? Flypaper for  freaks!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;20. I'm not being rude. You're  just insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;21. And your crybaby whiny-assed  opinion would be...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;22. Do I look like a people  person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;23. This isn't an office. It's  Hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;24. I started out with nothing  &amp;still have most of it left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;25. Sarcasm is just one more  service we offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;26. If I throw a stick, will you  leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;27. Errors have been made. Others  will be blamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;28. Whatever kind of look you  were going for, you missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;29. I'm trying to imagine you  with a personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;30. A cubicle is just a padded  cell without a door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;31. Can I trade this job for  what's behind door #1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;32. Too many freaks, not enough  circuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;33. Nice perfume. Must you  marinate in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;34. Chaos, panic,&amp;amp;  disorder-my work here is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;35. How do I set a laser printer  to stun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;36. I thought I wanted a career;  turns out I just wanted a salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;37. Oh I get it ... like humor  ... but different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;38. "Jesus loves you--but  everyone else thinks you're .........an asshole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class='adsense' style='text-align:center; padding: 0px 3px 0.5em 3px;'&gt;
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There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: he's mowing my lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Stop messing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your butt and it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual, you're just high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too darned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait, they're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&amp;M. If I'm extra hungry for M&amp;amp;Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. 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You are surprised when &lt;br /&gt;one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have &lt;br /&gt;downsized and are reducing expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Your stock goes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH CORPORATION    You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike because you want three cows.  &lt;br /&gt;You go to lunch and drink wine.  &lt;br /&gt;Life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE CORPORATION    You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce &lt;br /&gt;twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.  &lt;br /&gt;Most are at the top of their class at cow school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMAN CORPORATION    You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent &lt;br /&gt;quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.  &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALIAN CORPORATION    You have two cows but you don't know where they are.  &lt;br /&gt;While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN CORPORATION    You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have some vodka.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.  &lt;br /&gt;You have some more vodka.  &lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. &lt;br /&gt;The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALIBAN CORPORATION    You have all the cows in Afghanistan , which are two.  &lt;br /&gt;You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature' s private parts.  &lt;br /&gt;You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk &lt;br /&gt;production but use the money to buy weapons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRAQI CORPORATION    You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;They go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;They send radio tapes of their mooing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELGIAN CORPORATION     You have one cow.&lt;br /&gt;The cow is schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.  &lt;br /&gt;The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.&lt;br /&gt;The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.  &lt;br /&gt;The cow asks permission to be cut in half.  &lt;br /&gt;The cow dies happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORIDA CORPORATION     You have a black cow and a brown cow.  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone votes for the best looking one.  &lt;br /&gt;Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for &lt;br /&gt;the black one.  &lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for both.  &lt;br /&gt;Some people vote for neither.  &lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the &lt;br /&gt;best-looking cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA CORPORATION    You have millions of cows.&lt;br /&gt;They  make real California cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Only five speak English.&lt;br /&gt;Most are illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class='adsense' style='text-align:center; padding: 0px 3px 0.5em 3px;'&gt;
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And at the&lt;br /&gt;     annual dinner of The Gridiron Club, Obama took the spotlight to poke&lt;br /&gt;    fun  at the Bush administration, lampoon Vice President Dick Cheney's&lt;br /&gt;    hunting  mishap and even take a few pokes at himself and his own&lt;br /&gt;    party. He rolled  it all out with extraordinary ease and unloosed a&lt;br /&gt;    song to boot, sung to  the tune of "If I Only Had a Brain,'' with the&lt;br /&gt;    punch-line landing on John  McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Obama,opened with a show of pleasure for the  "extravaganza'' of the&lt;br /&gt;    evening, attended by Bush, Cheney, half the  Cabinet, Chief Justice&lt;br /&gt;    John Roberts Jr., the chairman of the joint chiefs  of staff and a&lt;br /&gt;    cast of media stars. "Men in tails. Women in gowns,''  Obama&lt;br /&gt;    marveled. "An orchestra playing, as folks reminisce about the  good&lt;br /&gt;    old days. Kind of like dinner at the Kerrys'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Nice  to see you, Mr. President and Mrs. Bush,'' Obama said to the&lt;br /&gt;    president  seated to his right and first lady to his left. "I think&lt;br /&gt;    it takes a great  spirit for the president, who we all know is an&lt;br /&gt;    early riser, to sit here  until midnight and hear himself lampooned,&lt;br /&gt;    when he could be back at the  White House enjoying a quiet, peaceful&lt;br /&gt;    night, watching TV and approving  secret wiretaps.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The truth is, I'm terrified to be here,'' he  said. "Not because&lt;br /&gt;    you're such a tough audience, but because they're  serving drinks.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm standing about 30 yards from the vice president, and  I'm a&lt;br /&gt;    lawyer. The only thing that could make this more dangerous is if  he&lt;br /&gt;    considered me a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Mr. Vice President, I know you  came here expecting to be a target,&lt;br /&gt;    which, it turns out, may prove easier  for you than shooting at&lt;br /&gt;    one,'' said Obama. "But I do want to thank you.  For years, we&lt;br /&gt;    Democrats have succeeded in doing little more than  shooting&lt;br /&gt;    ourselves in the foot. You've taught us a valuable lesson,''  Obama&lt;br /&gt;    told Cheney. "Aim higher.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "There's probably only  one person more sick of these jokes than you,&lt;br /&gt;    and that's your wife,''  Obama continued. "It's an honor to share&lt;br /&gt;    this stage with Lynne Cheney - a  great personage in her own right.&lt;br /&gt;    Scholar. Author. A few years ago, she  wrote a book called, Telling&lt;br /&gt;    the Truth, or as they call it in the vice  president's office,&lt;br /&gt;    Telling the truth - 24 hours later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Obama noted the absence of Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice: "You&lt;br /&gt;     know, the president promised a muscular foreign policy. And anyone&lt;br /&gt;    who's  seen the Condi Rice workout tapes knows he means business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "This  appearance is really the capstone of an incredible 18&lt;br /&gt;    months,'' Obama  said, turning to his own brief career in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Senate. "I've been very blessed. Keynote speaker at the Democratic&lt;br /&gt;     convention. The cover of Newsweek. My book made the best-seller&lt;br /&gt;    list. I  just won a Grammy for reading it on tape. And I've had the&lt;br /&gt;    chance to  speak not once but twice before the Gridiron Club.&lt;br /&gt;    "Really, what else is  there to do?'' he asked. "Well, I guess I&lt;br /&gt;    could pass a law or  something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "About that book, some folks thought it was a little  presumptuous to&lt;br /&gt;    write an autobiography at the age of 33,'' the senator  said. "But&lt;br /&gt;    people seemed to like it. So now I'm working on volume two -  the&lt;br /&gt;    Senate months. My remarkable journey from 99th in seniority to  98th.&lt;br /&gt;    "Believe me, when you're the last guy to ask questions at  every&lt;br /&gt;    committee hearing, you have plenty of time to collect your&lt;br /&gt;     thoughts,'' he said. "Especially when Joe Biden's on the  committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'll tell you, my recent Grammy was a big surprise. I  thought, for&lt;br /&gt;    sure Jack Abramoff would win for his rendition of 'It's Hard  Out&lt;br /&gt;    Here for a Pimp.' This whole ethics thing has been an  adventure,''&lt;br /&gt;    said Obama, cast by his party to help seek ethical reforms  in the&lt;br /&gt;    aftermath of the Abramoff scandal. "I was really excited when  they&lt;br /&gt;    asked me to be the lead Democratic spokesman. But I don't  know.&lt;br /&gt;    Turns out, it's a little like being given the Kryptonite  concession&lt;br /&gt;    at a Superman convention. I mean, how did I know it was a  freshman&lt;br /&gt;    hazing? Maybe I can explain it this way:''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And  with that introduction, the band struck up a familiar refrain&lt;br /&gt;    from The  Wizard of Oz, and Obama proceeded to sing from the podium,&lt;br /&gt;    with a steady,  unflinching, and even in-tune delivery of a song&lt;br /&gt;    about the senator from  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; with  whom Obama recently shared a&lt;br /&gt;    rough-edged exchange of  letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm aspiring to greatness, but somehow I feel  weightless. A&lt;br /&gt;    freshman's sad refrain. I could be a great uniter, making  ethics&lt;br /&gt;    rules much tighter, If I only had McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I could  bring us all together, no storm we couldn't weather. We'd&lt;br /&gt;    feel each  other's pain. Red and blue wouldn't matter, party&lt;br /&gt;    differences would  shatter, If I only had McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh why is it so hard, for honest  men of good will to agree. If we&lt;br /&gt;    ever found a way to strike a deal, would  we survive. politically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "When a wide-eyed young idealist  confronts a seasoned realist,&lt;br /&gt;    there's bound to be some strain. With the  game barely started, I'd&lt;br /&gt;    be feeling less downhearted, If I only had  McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Still I hope for the better, though I may rewrite my  letter, cause&lt;br /&gt;    I gotta have McCain.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Obama offered an  unnecessary apology for his solo performance:&lt;br /&gt;    "Needless to say, my Grammy  was in the spoken word category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I should say that I really do  get along well with Sen. McCain,''&lt;br /&gt;    Obama told the hotel ballroom. "But as  you know, not everyone in&lt;br /&gt;    politics does. Because of his superstar status,  his virtuous image,&lt;br /&gt;    the kind of hero worship treatment he gets from all  of 'you, some of&lt;br /&gt;    my colleagues call John a prima dona. Me? I call him a  role model.&lt;br /&gt;    Think of it as affirmative action. Why should the white guys  be the&lt;br /&gt;    only ones who are over-hyped?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "By the way, before  I forget,'' Obama prodded the media rich&lt;br /&gt;    audience. "Raise your hand if  Karl Rove didn't tell you about&lt;br /&gt;    Valerie Plame. Some folks say you've lost  your investigative&lt;br /&gt;    intensity. You were a little slow to question the  weapons of mass&lt;br /&gt;    destruction. Maybe got a little used on that whole  Valerie Plame&lt;br /&gt;    thing. But, by God, you brought Dick Cheney to justice, and  the&lt;br /&gt;    world's better off for it. Or, at least Gridiron speakers and&lt;br /&gt;     late-night comedians were better off for it.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Turning on his  party, Obama said: "You know, the Gridiron Club is an&lt;br /&gt;    aging institution  with a long, proud history, known today primarily&lt;br /&gt;    for providing a forum  for jokes. To some,'' he said, "that may sound&lt;br /&gt;    like the Democratic  Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "You hear this constant refrain from our critics that  Democrats&lt;br /&gt;    don't stand for anything. That's really unfair,'' he said. "We  do&lt;br /&gt;    stand for anything. Some folks say the answer for the  Democratic&lt;br /&gt;    Party is to stop being so calculating and start standing up  for&lt;br /&gt;    principle,'' he said. "In fact (Senate Minority Leader) Harry  Reed's&lt;br /&gt;    appointed a task force to study this option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The  Republicans have been poking fun at Democrats for not being&lt;br /&gt;    united behind  a single voice in our party,'' Obama said. "I think&lt;br /&gt;    that's unfair, and it  smacks a little of sexism. And just because&lt;br /&gt;    the leading voice in our  party is a strong-willed, outspoken liberal&lt;br /&gt;    woman with a famous husband  does not mean the Democrats are adrift..&lt;br /&gt;    And I, for one, want to thank  Barbra Streisand for her great leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm sick of people  attacking Democrats as being out of touch,&lt;br /&gt;    saying we lose elections  because we're all a bunch of snobby&lt;br /&gt;    intellectuals who can't speak the  common man's language,'' he said.&lt;br /&gt;    "I mean, what kind of a supercilious  argument is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Take John Edwards. He's leading a new war on  poverty - from his&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chapel Hill&lt;/st1:place&gt; estate.  And he's educating us. I had no idea there was&lt;br /&gt;    so much poverty in  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New  Hampshire&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Speaking of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Hampshire&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, a lot of  speculation that that 2008&lt;br /&gt;    campaign could come down to Sen. McCain and  Hillary Clinton. The&lt;br /&gt;    thing I don't think people realize is how much John  and Hillary have&lt;br /&gt;    in common. They're both very smart. Both very  hard-working. And&lt;br /&gt;    they're both hated by Republicans.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I  mean, wow, it really has been a rough period for you, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;    President,''  Obama said. "I missed the Oscars, so when I picked up&lt;br /&gt;    the paper the next  morning and saw Crash in the headlines, I just&lt;br /&gt;    assumed it was another  Bush poll story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "And how about that ports deal?'' he added, with  a reference to the&lt;br /&gt;    attempted takeover of several &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; port  operations by an Arab firm&lt;br /&gt;    and a shot at Bush's experience with the  aftermath of Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;    Katrina.. "I feel for you, sir. It's tough getting  trapped in a&lt;br /&gt;    storm, when no one comes to help.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "And then  there's the flap about global warming,'' Obama said. "You&lt;br /&gt;    know, the Bush  administration's been a little skeptical about the&lt;br /&gt;    whole concept of  global warming. It's actually not the warming part&lt;br /&gt;    they question. It's  the globe.. The president was so excited about&lt;br /&gt;    Tom Friedman's book, The  World is Flat. As soon as he saw the title,&lt;br /&gt;    he said, 'You see? I was  right.'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "But when people say the administration is hostile to  science,&lt;br /&gt;    that's really a bad rap. Just last week, they asked for a  hundred&lt;br /&gt;    million dollars for the NIH to fund new research into leech  therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I was told that this dinner is off the record,'' Obama  said, moving&lt;br /&gt;    on to the National Security Agency's warrantless  domestic&lt;br /&gt;    eavesdropping in search for terrorists. "No taping or recording  of&lt;br /&gt;    this event, unless, of course, secretly authorized by the  president.&lt;br /&gt;    I completely trust the president with that authority, by the  way.&lt;br /&gt;    But just out of an abundance of caution, and not implying  anything,&lt;br /&gt;    I've asked my staff to conduct all phone conversations in the  Kenyan&lt;br /&gt;    dialect of Luo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Truth is, this domestic spying has  all kinds of useful applications&lt;br /&gt;    for homeland security,'' he said. "And I  have a suggestion in this&lt;br /&gt;    regard, Mr. President: you can spy on the  Weather Channel, and find&lt;br /&gt;    out when big storms are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "You all watch the winter Olympics?'' he asked. "I'm sure a lot of&lt;br /&gt;    us in  politics were following that figure skating, because we can&lt;br /&gt;    identify with  performers who spin wildly and sometimes fall on their&lt;br /&gt;    butts. I also  enjoyed that biathlon, where they ski and shoot at the&lt;br /&gt;    same time.Probably  not your sport, Mr. Vice President.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Obama closed with thanks  for all the celebrity he has found during&lt;br /&gt;    his brief tenure. "Most of all,  I want to thank you for all the&lt;br /&gt;    generous advance coverage you've given me  in anticipation of a&lt;br /&gt;    successful career,'' he said. "When I actually do  something, we'll&lt;br /&gt;    let you know.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class='adsense' style='text-align:center; padding: 0px 3px 0.5em 3px;'&gt;
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