<?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-34953754</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:33:29.802-06:00</updated><category term='Military'/><category term='redneck'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Atheist'/><category term='baby'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>Cachinnates</title><subtitle type='html'>"Cachinnate" derives from the Latin verb "cachinnare," meaning "to laugh loudly," and was probably coined in imitation of a loud laugh. "Cachinnare" is much like the Old English "ceahhetan," the Old High German "kachazzen," and the Greek "kachazein" —all words of imitative origin that essentially meant "to laugh loudly." "Cackle" has a different ancestor (Middle English "cakelen"), but is also believed to have been modeled after the sound of laughter.

Simply put, this blog is full of laughs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-8839089993673240826</id><published>2008-07-08T12:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:44:49.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Thoughts On Cat Baths</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4EZvYjvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ru3KfHSgqQo/s1600-h/cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4EZvYjvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ru3KfHSgqQo/s320/cat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718778821152498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you said you loved me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4EjduMxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f7iDzSAKDAI/s1600-h/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4EjduMxI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f7iDzSAKDAI/s320/cat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718781431427858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will pay, as God as my witness, you will pay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4FA_EoBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FwCeVfR6DeY/s1600-h/cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4FA_EoBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FwCeVfR6DeY/s320/cat3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718789355937810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call this water warm?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4GMqg3BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SS26RYDd5BE/s1600-h/cat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4GMqg3BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/SS26RYDd5BE/s320/cat4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718809670802450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I like you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Ga2c4aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GbVsU_G81TU/s1600-h/cat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Ga2c4aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GbVsU_G81TU/s320/cat5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718813478969762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lied!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Y6tk7gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uXoyVieJwQI/s1600-h/cat6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Y6tk7gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uXoyVieJwQI/s320/cat6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220719131269328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E.T. Phone Home... quick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4ZSotYJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hvyVloamBh0/s1600-h/cat7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4ZSotYJI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hvyVloamBh0/s320/cat7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220719137691361426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; your 'good little kitty' anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Zw7gfMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kHwn6NY3uEI/s1600-h/cat8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4Zw7gfMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kHwn6NY3uEI/s320/cat8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220719145823272130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Traction... I'm losing traction!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4ZxNZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uryy77ZNAzw/s1600-h/cat9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4ZxNZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uryy77ZNAzw/s320/cat9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220719145898342018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want my Mommmmyyyyyyy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4aXSUK2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/o0DLTaxoYa8/s1600-h/cat10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4aXSUK2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/o0DLTaxoYa8/s320/cat10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220719156119481186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no, no... NOOOOO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-8839089993673240826?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/8839089993673240826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=8839089993673240826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8839089993673240826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8839089993673240826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-thoughts-on-cat-baths.html' title='A Few Thoughts On Cat Baths'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2lERV4NaWRQ/SHO4EZvYjvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ru3KfHSgqQo/s72-c/cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-8105235167783836511</id><published>2008-07-07T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:31:11.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>1.  If you're choking on an ice cube, simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Avoid arguments with the females about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For high blood pressure sufferers - simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure on your veins.  Remember to use a timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives.  Then you'll be afraid to cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct tape.  If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40.  If it shouldn't move and does, use the Duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-8105235167783836511?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/8105235167783836511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=8105235167783836511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8105235167783836511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8105235167783836511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-home-remedies.html' title='Amazing Home Remedies'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-1681149187760367480</id><published>2008-01-24T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:43:48.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Money</title><content type='html'>A police officer had a perfect hiding place for catching speeders. But one day, when everyone was under the speed limit, the officer found the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 10-year-old boy was standing on the side of the road with a huge hand-painted sign that said "RADAR TRAP AHEAD." A little more investigative work led the officer to the boy's accomplice, another chap, about 100 yards beyond the radar trap, holding a sign that read "TIPS." There was a bucket of change at his feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-1681149187760367480?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/1681149187760367480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=1681149187760367480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1681149187760367480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1681149187760367480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2008/01/makin-money.html' title='Makin&apos; Money'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-5953511027545976249</id><published>2008-01-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:54:45.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Warning!</title><content type='html'>On a cardboard windshield sun shade: Do not drive with sun shield in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an infant's bathtub: Do not throw baby out with bath water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Magic 8 Ball: Not advised for use as a home pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roll of Life Savers: Not for use as a flotation device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a disposable razor: Do not use this product during an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a handgun: Not recommended for use as a nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On pantyhose: Not to be used in the commission of a felony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a piano: Harmful or fatal if swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a can of Fix-a-Flat: Not to be used for breast augmentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On work gloves: For best results, do not leave at crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a palm sander: Not to be used to sand palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Odor Eaters: Do not eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a blender: Not for use as an aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On syrup of ipecac: Caution: May cause vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a microscope: Objects are smaller and less alarming than they appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On children's alphabet blocks: Letters may be used to construct words, phrases and sentences that may be deemed offensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-5953511027545976249?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/5953511027545976249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=5953511027545976249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/5953511027545976249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/5953511027545976249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2008/01/warning-warning.html' title='Warning! Warning!'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-2822861136822650163</id><published>2008-01-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:58:55.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled Parrot</title><content type='html'>A magician worked on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. The audience was different each week, so the magician allowed himself to do the same tricks over and over again. There was only one problem: the captain's parrot saw the shows each week and began to&lt;br /&gt;understand how the magician did every trick. Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show: "Look, it's not the same hat!" "Look, he's hiding the flowers under the table." "Hey, why are all the cards the Ace of Spades?" The magician was furious but couldn't do anything. It was, after all, the captain's parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the ship had an accident and sank. The magician found himself on a piece of wood in the middle of the sea with, as fate would have it, the parrot. They stared at each other with hatred but did not utter a word. This went on for a day and then&lt;br /&gt;another.  On the third day, the parrot could not hold back:  "OK, I give up. Where's the boat?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-2822861136822650163?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/2822861136822650163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=2822861136822650163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/2822861136822650163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/2822861136822650163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2008/01/puzzled-parrot.html' title='Puzzled Parrot'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-4940405014627993891</id><published>2007-05-02T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:33:08.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Smart Are You?</title><content type='html'>elow are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly.  You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately . OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! Try not to screw up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question:&lt;br /&gt;If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:&lt;br /&gt;Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only! Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you'll get the last question right... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course it isn't. Her name is Mary. Read the question again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.  Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask.&lt;br /&gt;It's really very simple.... Like you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-4940405014627993891?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/4940405014627993891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=4940405014627993891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/4940405014627993891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/4940405014627993891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-smart-are-you.html' title='How Smart Are You?'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-8387594409102471186</id><published>2007-02-18T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:25:38.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Suggestion</title><content type='html'>According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed.  The bands use to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey (abbreviate Wash. Biol. Surv.), until the agency received the following letter from a camper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Sirs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While camping last week I shot one of your birds.  I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands are now marked Fish and Wildlife Service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-8387594409102471186?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/8387594409102471186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=8387594409102471186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8387594409102471186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/8387594409102471186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2007/02/serving-suggestion.html' title='Serving Suggestion'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-7461203680932219102</id><published>2007-02-16T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:47:45.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>The Purina Diet</title><content type='html'>I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina for my dogs and was in line to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog --- duh! I was feeling a bit crabby, so on impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn’t because I’d ended up in the hospital last time, but that I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care unit with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV’s in both arms. Her eyes about bugged out of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on and on with the bogus diet story and she was totally buying it. I told her that it was an easy, inexpensive diet and that the way it works is to load your pockets or purse with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The package said the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy behind the woman. Horrified, she asked if something in the dog food had poisoned me and that was why I ended up in the hospital. I said no. I’d been sitting in the street licking my butt when a car hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the tall guy was going to have to be carried out the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-7461203680932219102?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/7461203680932219102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=7461203680932219102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/7461203680932219102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/7461203680932219102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2007/02/purina-diet.html' title='The Purina Diet'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-2028278061850819602</id><published>2007-02-08T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:42:56.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You See Is Not What You Get</title><content type='html'>A man was flying from Seattle to San Francisco and the plane had a layover in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant explained that there would be a delay, and if the passengers wanted to get off the aircraft, the plane would re-board in one hour.  Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another man noticed him as he walked by and could tell that the gentleman was blind because his Seeing Eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him.  He could also tell that he had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached him and calling him by name, said, "Keith, we're in Sacramento for an hour, would you like to get off and stretch your legs?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The blind man replied, "No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to stretch his legs."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now picture this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All the people in the gate area came to a complete standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a Seeing Eye dog.  The pilot was even wearing sunglasses.  People scattered.  They not only tried to change planes, but they were trying to change airlines!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;True story.  Have a great day and remember ... things aren't always as they appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-2028278061850819602?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/2028278061850819602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=2028278061850819602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/2028278061850819602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/2028278061850819602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-you-see-is-not-what-you-get.html' title='What You See Is Not What You Get'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-1563319589495299252</id><published>2007-01-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:42:57.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>He Sent Me</title><content type='html'>A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was a vowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his Chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What the hell is the matter with you? Why did you do that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting America's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid shit and act like an asshole. So, He sent me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-1563319589495299252?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/1563319589495299252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=1563319589495299252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1563319589495299252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1563319589495299252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-sent-me.html' title='He Sent Me'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-1696399231091271620</id><published>2006-12-08T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:05:51.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Backwood's Birth</title><content type='html'>Deep in the backwoods, a woman went into labor in the middle of the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery. Since there was no electricity, the doctor handed the father-to-be a lantern and said, "Here, you hold this high so I can see what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. "Whoa there," said the doctor. "Don't be in a rush to put the lantern down...I think there's another onecoming."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"No, no, don't be in a great hurry to be putting down that lantern...it seems there's yet another one in there!" cried the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The father scratched his head in bewilderment and asked the doctor, "Do you think it's the light that's attractin' 'em?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-1696399231091271620?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/1696399231091271620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=1696399231091271620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1696399231091271620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/1696399231091271620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/12/backwoods-birth.html' title='Backwood&apos;s Birth'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116415507529446611</id><published>2006-11-22T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:07:10.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving In Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>For  most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on what we've been given and savor the scents of crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's a little more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school.  She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We learned that boys are different from girls," she chirped.  Looking into the rear view mirror, I could just see the top of her head.  My  teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't, she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yes they do..." I said cautiously.  I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment.  Then she piped up again.  That's how girls know that boys are boys," she said.  "They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentally calculated the distance home.  Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?"  My palms were beginning to sweat.  "Um... well..."  I was still searching for something new to say in order to change the subject when she asked, "Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know what to say.  I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that question at least once?  "Oh, well... um..." I stammered.  She didn't wait for my answer.  She had her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that's when they know they are boys and that's when they like them.  Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her too.  And then they get married.  And then they get cooked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I drew a picture," she said.  "Do you want to see?"  I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway.  I had to sit down.  There, all puffed up, so to speak, looking might attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey.  His snood, the thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent.  His tail feathers were standing tall and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried.  But when I told her I loved it - and I did - she got over her pique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of that, for her anyway.  But I'm not so lucky.  Every year I remember that conversation.  And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116415507529446611?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116415507529446611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116415507529446611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116415507529446611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116415507529446611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-in-kindergarten.html' title='Thanksgiving In Kindergarten'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116414822474276435</id><published>2006-11-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:40:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/1600/705824/ATT00011111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/298935/ATT00011111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a  href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/1600/186693/ATT00014222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img   src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/920113/ATT00014222.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/640/19074/ATT00017333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/724416/ATT00017333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/640/304206/ATT00020444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/537936/ATT00020444.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/640/216533/ATT00023555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/976236/ATT00023555.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/640/139674/ATT00026666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5939/2356/320/244850/ATT00026666.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116414822474276435?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116414822474276435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116414822474276435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116414822474276435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116414822474276435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-giggles.html' title='Turkey Giggles'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116403435479584523</id><published>2006-11-20T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:52:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The $2 Bill</title><content type='html'>I think we need to quit saving our $2 bills and bring them out in public.  The younger generation doesn't know they exist.  Everyone should start carrying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from work, I stopped at Taco Bell at my local mall for a quick bite to eat.  In my billfold are a $50 bill and a $2 bill.  I figure that with a $2 bill, I can get something to eat and not have to worry about anyone getting irritated at me for trying to break a $50 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi, I'd like one seven-layer burrito please, to go."&lt;br /&gt;Server: "That'll be $1.04.  Eat in?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, it's to go."  At this point, I open my billfold and hand him the $2 bill.  He looks at it kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Uh, hang on a sec, I'll be right back."  He goes to talk to his manager, who is still within my earshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following conversation occurs between the two of them:&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Hey, you ever see a $2 bill?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "No.  A what?"&lt;br /&gt;Server: "A $2 bill.  This guy just gave it to me."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Ask for something else.  There's no such thing as a $2 bill."&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Yeah, thought so."  He comes back to me and says, "We don't take these.  Do you have anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Just this fifty.  You don't take $2 bills?  Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Server: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "See here where it says legal tender?"&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, why won't you take it?"&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Well, hang on a sec."  He goes back to his manager, who has been watching me like I'm a shoplifter, and says to him, "He says I have to take it."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Doesn't he have anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;Server: "Yeah, a fifty.  I'll get it and you can open the safe and get change "&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "I'm not opening the safe with him in here."&lt;br /&gt;Server: "What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Tell him to come back later when he has real money."&lt;br /&gt;Server: "I can't tell him that!  You tell him."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Just tell him."&lt;br /&gt;Server: "No way!  This is weird.  I'm going in back."&lt;br /&gt;The manager approaches me and says, "I'm sorry, but we don't take big bills this time of night."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's only seven o'clock!  Well then, here's a two dollar bill."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "We don't take those, either."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "I think you know why."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No really, tell me why."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Please leave before I call mall security."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Please leave before I call mall security."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What on earth for?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Please, sir."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, go ahead, call them."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Would you please just leave?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Fine -- have it your way then."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, that's Burger King, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;At this point, he backs away from me and calls mall security on the phone around the corner. I have two people staring at me from the dining area, and I begin laughing out loud, just for effect.  A few minutes later this 45-year-oldish guy comes in.&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Yeah, Mike, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager (whispering): "This guy is trying to give me some (pause) funny money."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "No kidding!  What?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Get this... A two dollar bill."&lt;br /&gt;Guard (incredulous): "Why would a guy fake a two dollar bill?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "I don't know.  He's kinda weird.  He says the only other thing he has is a fifty."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Oh, so the fifty's fake!"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "No, the two dollar bill is."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Why would he fake a two dollar bill?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "I don't know!  Can you talk to him, and get him out of here?"&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security Guard walks over to me and...&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Mike here tells me you have some fake bills you're trying to use."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, no."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Lemme see 'em."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Do you want me to get the cops in here?"&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am ready to say, "Sure, please!" but I want to eat, so I say "I'm just trying to buy a burrito and pay for it with this two dollar bill.  I put the bill up near his face, and he flinches like I'm taking a swing at him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the bill, turns it over a few times in his hands, and says, "Hey, Mike, what's wrong with this bill?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "It's fake."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "It doesn't look fake to me."&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "But it's a two dollar bill."&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "Well, there's no such thing, is there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard and I both look at him like he's an idiot, and it dawns on the guy that he has no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it turns out that my burrito was free, and he threw in a small drink and some of those cinnamon thingies, too.  Made me want to get a whole stack of two dollar bills just to see what happens when I try to buy stuff. If I got the right group of people, I could probably end up in jail. You get free food there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E. Pete Tofanelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116403435479584523?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116403435479584523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116403435479584523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116403435479584523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116403435479584523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-bill.html' title='The $2 Bill'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116388354326633957</id><published>2006-11-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:59:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Stewart Will Not Be Dining With Us This Year</title><content type='html'>Dear Guests at My Thanksgiving Table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this this Thanksgiving.  I'm telling you in advance, so don't act surprised.  Since Ms. Stewart won't be coming, I've made a few small changes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries.  After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make.  Instead, I've gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard.  The mud was their idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets.  If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork.  Since this IS thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised.  Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper.  The artist assures me it is a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be dining fashionably late.  The children will entertain you while you wait.  I'm sure they will be happy to share every nice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hotline.  Please remember that most of these comments were made by me at 5:00 am. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As accompaniment to the children's recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming.  If the children should mention that I don't own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them.  They are lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast.  In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method.  We've also decided against a formal seating arrangement.  When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like.  In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table.  In a separate room.  Next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers.  This will not be happening at our dinner.  For sanity safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony.  I stress "private", meaning: Do not, under any circumstances, enter the kitchen to laugh at me.  Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress.  I have an electric knife.  The turkey is unarmed.  It stands to reason that I will eventually win.  When I do, we will eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners (and any males present) that "passing the rolls" is not a football play.  Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread.  Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce.  If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, there is one last change.  Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious homemade desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream, small fingerprints, and broken crust.  You will still have a choice; you may take it or leave it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this Thanksgiving.  She probably won't come next year either.  I am thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116388354326633957?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116388354326633957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116388354326633957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116388354326633957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116388354326633957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/martha-stewart-will-not-be-dining-with.html' title='Martha Stewart Will Not Be Dining With Us This Year'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116329985402933075</id><published>2006-11-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:50:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Minds Of Children</title><content type='html'>The following were answers provided by children during tests.  Watch the spelling! Some of the best humour is in the misspelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ancient Egypt was inhabited by mummies and they all wrote in hydraulics. They lived in the Sarah Dessert. The climate of the Sarah is  such that all the inhabitants have to live elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea where they made unleavened  bread, which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Solomon had three hundred wives and seven hundred porcupines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had myths. A myth is a female moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving people advice.  They killed him.  Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock.  After his death, his career suffered a dramatic decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul.  The Ides of March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made  king. Dying, he gasped out: "Tee hee, Brutus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Joan of Arc was burnt to a steak and was canonized by Bernard Shaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen". As a queen she was a success.  When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted "hurrah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented  removable type and the Bible. Another important invention was the  circulation of blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100-foot clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare.  He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made  much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies,  comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter.  Romeo and  Juliet are an example of a heroic couple. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Miguel Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress.  Thomas Jefferson, a Virgin, and Benjamin Franklin were two singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backward and declared, "A horse divided against itself  cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. Lincoln 's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation.  On the night of April 14, 1865, Lincoln went to the theatre and got shot in his seat by one of the actors in a moving picture show. They believe the assinator was John Wilkes Booth, a supposingly insane actor. This ruined Booth's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large  number of children. In between, he practiced on an old spinster which he  kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present.  Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel.  Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English. He was very large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The nineteenth century was a time of a great many thoughts and inventions. People stopped reproducing by hand and started reproducing by machine. The invention of the steamboat caused a network of rivers to spring up. Cyrus McCormick invented the McCormick raper, which did the  work of a hundred men. Louis Pasteur discovered a cure for rabbits.  Charles Darwin was a naturalist who wrote the Organ of the Species.  Madman Curie discovered the radio.  Karl Marx became one of the Marx Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116329985402933075?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116329985402933075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116329985402933075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116329985402933075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116329985402933075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/minds-of-children.html' title='The Minds Of Children'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116317186996028423</id><published>2006-11-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T08:48:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plight Of King Arthur</title><content type='html'>Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the price would be high, as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot pondered the predicament.  During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would YOU do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... what is the moral to this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't let a woman have her own way....&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to get ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116317186996028423?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116317186996028423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116317186996028423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116317186996028423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116317186996028423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/11/plight-of-king-arthur.html' title='The Plight Of King Arthur'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116230359808541473</id><published>2006-10-31T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:06:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Riddle #5</title><content type='html'>Why wasn't there any food left after the monster party? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Because everyone was a goblin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116230359808541473?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116230359808541473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116230359808541473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230359808541473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230359808541473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-riddle-5.html' title='Halloween Riddle #5'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116230315341171675</id><published>2006-10-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:59:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Joke #4</title><content type='html'>FUN THINGS TO DO ON HALLOWEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When selecting treats to pass out at the homestead, avoid non-nutritious candies and gums. Instead offer celery and blue cheese sauce platters. While the neighborhood rugrats may loathe you, you'll undoubtedly be a hit with the local dental hygienist (Note: House windows should be securely boarded before attempting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care to choose a Halloween personae that lends itself to self-defense. A wicked witch with the trademark broom has a vast combative edge over an wand-wielding fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When trying to choose an appropriate costume, be sure to select the darkest colors available. Go for black ninja suits or other non-reflective garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume accessories can really make the difference. Avoid using plastic props. Opt for real cutlery to stand out in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for little tikes, don't garb them in a white bed sheet that's bound to get tarnished! To cut Halloween budget corners, use white kitchen garbage bags. The costume also doubles as a large goodie bag, in the event that the feelings of asphyxiation simply become too unbearable for the youngster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out collecting candy, visit houses in out-of-the-way dimly lit areas. Especially look for houses without *any* lights on. These are the enthusiasts trying to make Halloween especially authentic and eerie for little ghoulies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no unlit houses can be found in your area, you will be forced to approach the well-lighted houses. But don't knock on the door! Instead, sneak around an knock on windows or rustle around in crawl-spaces. The resident family will appreciate your sense of originality and will likely reward you handsomely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also look for organized community events to entertain teens. Who can forget playing "Disintegrate The Mailbox," "Pumpkin Toss," "Teacher Toilet Paper Party," "Plastic Pumpkin Pillage," and "Pummel The Ghoulies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bobbing for apples at your local Halloween carnival, fill your mouth brimming full with ketchup. When underwater, discharge the goo, then frantically jerk your head up out of the water screaming, "Razor! Razor!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116230315341171675?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116230315341171675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116230315341171675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230315341171675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230315341171675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-joke-4.html' title='Halloween Joke #4'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116230249633598469</id><published>2006-10-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:48:16.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Riddle #4</title><content type='html'>What did the ghost buy for his Haunted House?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Home Moaners Insurance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116230249633598469?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116230249633598469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116230249633598469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230249633598469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230249633598469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-riddle-4.html' title='Halloween Riddle #4'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116230302034366818</id><published>2006-10-28T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:57:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Joke #3</title><content type='html'>HALLOWEEN RULES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it appears that you have killed the monster, *never* check to see if it's really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not search the basement, especially if the power has just gone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not know, or if they speak to you using a voice which is other than their own, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. NOTE: It will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have the benefit of numbers, *never* pair off and go it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stand in, on, above, below, beside, or anywhere near a grave, tomb, crypt, mausoleum, or other house of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're searching for something which caused a noise and find out that it's just the cat, leave the room immediately if you value your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If appliances start operating by themselves, move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take *anything* from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find a town which looks deserted, it's probably for a reason. Take the hint and stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fool with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure you know what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're running from the monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, more if you are of the female persuasion. Also note that, despite the fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along, it's still moving fast enough to catch up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes, increasing hairiness, and so on, get away from them as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Nilbog (you're in trouble if you recognize this one), the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your car runs out of gas at night, do not go to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of strangers bearing tools such as chainsaws, staple guns, hedge trimmers, electric carving knives, combines, lawnmowers, butane torches, soldering irons, band saws, or any device made from deceased companions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116230302034366818?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116230302034366818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116230302034366818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230302034366818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116230302034366818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-joke-3.html' title='Halloween Joke #3'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116196048203585547</id><published>2006-10-27T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:48:02.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Riddle #3</title><content type='html'>What has webbed feet, feathers, fangs and goes quack-quack?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Count Duckula!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116196048203585547?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116196048203585547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116196048203585547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116196048203585547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116196048203585547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-riddle-3.html' title='Halloween Riddle #3'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116186980892059226</id><published>2006-10-26T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:44:22.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Joke #2</title><content type='html'>Two men were walking home after a night in the tavern and decided to take a shortcut&lt;br /&gt;through the cemetery to get to their homes quicker. In the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows. Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel,chipping away at one of the headstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good gracious, Sir," one of them said after catching his breath, "You scared us half to death -- we thought you were a ghost! What are you doing working here so late at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those fools!" the old man grumbled. "They misspelled my name!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116186980892059226?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116186980892059226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116186980892059226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116186980892059226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116186980892059226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-joke-2.html' title='Halloween Joke #2'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116178385636661285</id><published>2006-10-25T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:44:16.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Joke #1</title><content type='html'>The orthopedic surgeon I work for was moving to a new&lt;br /&gt;office, and his staff was helping transport many of the&lt;br /&gt;items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat the display skeleton in the front of my car, his bony&lt;br /&gt;arm across the back of my seat. I hadn't considered the&lt;br /&gt;drive across town. At one traffic light, the stares of the&lt;br /&gt;people in the car beside me became obvious, and I looked&lt;br /&gt;across and explained, "I'm delivering him to my doctor's&lt;br /&gt;office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other driver leaned out of his window. "I hate to tell&lt;br /&gt;you, lady," he said, "but I think it's too late!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116178385636661285?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116178385636661285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116178385636661285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116178385636661285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116178385636661285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-joke-1.html' title='Halloween Joke #1'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116172483567094734</id><published>2006-10-24T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:20:35.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Riddle #2</title><content type='html'>What do you call a fat Jack-O-Lantern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;   A Plumpkin   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116172483567094734?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116172483567094734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116172483567094734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116172483567094734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116172483567094734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-riddle-2.html' title='Halloween Riddle #2'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116161577182388186</id><published>2006-10-23T09:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:02:51.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Riddle #1</title><content type='html'>When is it bad luck to meet a black cat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;When you're a mouse!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116161577182388186?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116161577182388186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116161577182388186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116161577182388186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116161577182388186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-riddle-1.html' title='Halloween Riddle #1'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116103086046350721</id><published>2006-10-16T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:34:20.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't think this is an exact quote, but as I understand it, this is one of Bill Cosby's routines.  At any rate, it always brings a smile to my face every time I read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to God's kids. After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. And the first thing He said to them was: "Don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't what?" Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forbidden fruit? We got forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve...we got Forbidden Fruit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat that fruit!" said God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm your Father and I said so!" said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making the elephants. A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and was angry. "Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the First Parent asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh," Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno," Eve answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She started it!" Adam said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DID so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DID NOT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed. But there is a reassurance in this story. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give your children wisdom and they haven't taken it, don't be hard on yourself. If God had trouble handling children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116103086046350721?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116103086046350721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116103086046350721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116103086046350721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116103086046350721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/adam-and-eve.html' title='Adam and Eve'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116058934050187591</id><published>2006-10-11T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:55:40.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara's Favorite Joke</title><content type='html'>This is Sara's favorite joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the skeleton buy at the store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilite for the answer ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Spare Ribs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- Hilite for the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116058934050187591?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116058934050187591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116058934050187591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116058934050187591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116058934050187591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/saras-favorite-joke_116058934050187591.html' title='Sara&apos;s Favorite Joke'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-116014677196953152</id><published>2006-10-06T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:59:31.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Hygiene</title><content type='html'>Please forward to cat lovers everywhere who, like myself, are very concerned about kitty hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thoroughly clean the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water, and have both lids lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Obtain the cat and soothe him while you carry him to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid. (You may need to stand on the lid so he can not escape.) CAUTION: Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his paws will be reaching for anything they can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power wash and rinse" which I have found to be quite effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as much as you can and quickly lift both lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The now-clean cat will rocket out of the toilet and run outside, where he will dry himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-116014677196953152?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/116014677196953152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=116014677196953152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116014677196953152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/116014677196953152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/kitty-hygiene.html' title='Kitty Hygiene'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115997507199645402</id><published>2006-10-04T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:17:52.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery Service</title><content type='html'>One day a cat dies of natural causes and goes to heaven. Greeting him the Lord says, "You've lived a good life. If there is any way I can make your stay in Heaven more comfortable, please let Me know." The cat thinks for a minute and says "Well, all my life I lived with a poor family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor..." The Lord stops the cat and says "Say no more!" Just then a wonderful fluffy pillow appears and the cat contentedly wanders off to find a good place to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later six mice killed in a tragic farming accident go to Heaven. The Lord is there to greet them with the same offer. The mice answer: "All of our lives we've been chased. We've had to run from cats, from tractors, even from that farmer's wife with her broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're tired of running..." "Say no more!" The Lord replies. In a flash, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful new pair of roller skates, and they skate happily off to explore the Heavenly landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later The Lord stops by to see the cat and finds him snoozing away. He gently wakes the cat and asks, "How are things since you got here?" The cat stretches, yawns, and replies "Oh, it is wonderful here. I get a lot of great sleep on this pillow, and those Meals On Wheels you've been sending are the BEST!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115997507199645402?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115997507199645402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115997507199645402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115997507199645402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115997507199645402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/delivery-service.html' title='Delivery Service'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115972126376167365</id><published>2006-10-01T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:47:43.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Pen</title><content type='html'>A busy doctor, working at a hospital, stops to review a patient's chart.  Needing to jot down a few notes, he reaches into his pocket for a pen but discovers that all he has is a thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm," he ponders, "I wonder what asshole has my pen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115972126376167365?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115972126376167365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115972126376167365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115972126376167365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115972126376167365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-pen.html' title='The Missing Pen'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115963994955533428</id><published>2006-09-30T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:13:29.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I'm Not Blonde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLONDE MALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irishman, a Mexican and a blonde guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building. They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch I'm going to jump off this building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde opened his lunch and said, "Bologna again. If I get a baloney sandwich one more time I'm jumping too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the Irishman opens his lunch box, sees corned beef and cabbage and jumps to his death. The Mexican opens his lunch, sees a burrito and jumps too. The blonde opens his lunch, sees the baloney and jumps to his death also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral The Irishman's wife is weeping. She says, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage I never would have given it to him again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican's wife also weeps and says, "I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned and stared at the blonde guy's wife. "Hey, don't look at me" she said. "He makes his own lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLONDE FEMALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bartender is sitting behind the bar on a typical day when the door bursts open and in come four exuberant blondes. They come up to the bar, order five bottles of champagne and ten glasses, take their order over and sit down at a large table. The corks are popped, the glasses are filled and they begin toasting and chanting, "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, three more blondes arrive, take up their drinks and the chanting grows. "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!" Two more blondes show up and soon their voices are joined in raising the roof. "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the tenth blonde comes in with a picture under her arm. She walks over to the table, sets the picture in the middle and the table erupts. Up jump the others, they begin dancing around the table, exchanging high-fives, all the while chanting "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender can't contain his curiosity any longer, so he walks over to the table. There in the center is a beautifully framed child's puzzle of Cookie Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the frenzy dies down a little bit, the bartender asks one of the blondes, "What's all the chanting and celebration about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde who brought in the picture pipes up, "Everyone thinks that blondes are dumb and they make fun of us, so we decided to set the record straight. Ten of us got together, bought that puzzle and put it together. The side of the box said 2-4 years, but we put it together in 51 days!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115963994955533428?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115963994955533428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115963994955533428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115963994955533428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115963994955533428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-least-im-not-blonde.html' title='At Least I&apos;m Not Blonde...'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115951682882548654</id><published>2006-09-29T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:00:28.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repairman</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Davidson's dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told him, "I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you the check. By the way, don't worry about my Doberman. He won't bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT under ANY circumstances talk to my parrot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the repairman arrived at Mrs. Davidson's apartment the next day, he discovered the biggest and meanest looking Doberman he had ever seen. But just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet, watching the repairman go about his business. However, the parrot drove him nuts with his incessant yelling, cursing, and name-calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled, "Shut up, you stupid ugly bird!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the parrot replied, "Get him, Spike!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115951682882548654?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115951682882548654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115951682882548654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115951682882548654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115951682882548654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/repairman.html' title='The Repairman'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115937457362748153</id><published>2006-09-27T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:29:33.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poopie List</title><content type='html'>Years ago, I came across 'The Poopie List.'  Like all good things, it is still making its way around the internet.  In honor of my post at &lt;a href="http://sunny-daze.blogspot.com"&gt;SunnyDaze&lt;/a&gt;, here is a list of the many different kind of poopies in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POOPIE LIST &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghost Poopie (ghostus poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clean Poopie (cleanius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wet Poopie (drainiuges poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with a stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Second Wave Poopie (startulus secondus poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead Poopie (killus veinius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gassy Poopie (gassius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - It's so noisy, everyone within earshot is giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drinker Poopie (drunkius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking.  Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lincoln Log Poopie (presidentis poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind of poopie that is so huge, you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush. Also see DEAD DROP POOPIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Corn Poopie (cornius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - Self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-Poopie Poopie (gee I wish I could poopius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spinal Tap Poopie (screamus loudusly poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wet Cheeks Poopie (splashius assius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liquid Poopie (waterius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mexican Poopie (foreignius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - A party poopie!  This poopie explodes like a pinata, and it smells so bad your nose burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dead Drop Poopie (zombies poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - The biggest poopie of them all!  A poopie so huge, it takes at least a dozen flushes, some jabbing, and praying to get it down.  Referred to as the big brother of the Lincoln Log Poopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nut Poopie (nutius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - One of the most painful poopies in the whole history of poopie-ing occurs when one has too much fiber and/or does not chew food finely enough.  It can cause rectum cuts and 'Burn Trails.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shotgun Poopie (12-gaugius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - A poopie that is thought to be a fart while on the toilet, but it explodes violently with a loud gunlike fart and at least 12 poopie pellets shoot out. Anything in the toilet is brutally mauled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Surprise Poopie (shitius on thyselfius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - You're not even at the toilet because you are are sure you're about to fart, but oops!  A poopie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dangling Poopie (klingonius poopius)&lt;/span&gt; - This poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done poopie-ing it.  You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115937457362748153?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115937457362748153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115937457362748153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115937457362748153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115937457362748153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/poopie-list_115937457362748153.html' title='The Poopie List'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115936987538201059</id><published>2006-09-27T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:11:15.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Bears</title><content type='html'>Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the big table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!", he squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!," he roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "How many times do we have to go through this? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away,it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the table, it was Momma Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-butts downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time . . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I HAVEN'T MADE THE PORRIDGE YET!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115936987538201059?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115936987538201059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115936987538201059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115936987538201059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115936987538201059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-bears.html' title='The Three Bears'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115931087398714503</id><published>2006-09-26T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:47:53.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/2356/1600/CID_PA%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/2356/320/CID_PA%7E1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a particularly funny picture to our family, because the dogs resemble my brother Timothy's dogs, Sasha (the light one) and Scooter (the dark one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115931087398714503?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115931087398714503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115931087398714503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115931087398714503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115931087398714503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/hot-dogs.html' title='Hot Dogs!'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115929976378495845</id><published>2006-09-26T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:42:43.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Hear A Southerner Say...</title><content type='html'>Here are the top 39 things you would NEVER hear a Southerner say ever, no matter how much they've had to drink, no matter how far from the South they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I'll take Shakespeare for 1000, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;38. Duct tape won't fix that.&lt;br /&gt;37. Lisa Marie Presley was lucky to catch Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;36. Come to think of it, I'll have a Heineken.&lt;br /&gt;35. We don't keep firearms in this house.&lt;br /&gt;34. Has anybody seen the sideburns trimmer?&lt;br /&gt;33. You can't feed that to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;32. I thought Graceland was tacky.&lt;br /&gt;31. No kids in the back of the pick-up, it's not safe.&lt;br /&gt;30. Wrestling's fake.&lt;br /&gt;29. Honey, did you mail that donation to Greenpeace?&lt;br /&gt;28. We're vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you think my hair is too big?&lt;br /&gt;26. I'll have grapefruit instead of biscuits and gravy.&lt;br /&gt;25. Honey, do these bonsai trees need watering?&lt;br /&gt;24. Who's Richard Petty?&lt;br /&gt;23. Give me the small bag of pork rinds.&lt;br /&gt;22. Deer heads detract from the decor.&lt;br /&gt;21. Spitting is such a nasty habit.&lt;br /&gt;20. I just couldn't find a thing at Wal-Mart today.&lt;br /&gt;19. Trim the fat off that steak.&lt;br /&gt;18. Cappuccino tastes better than espresso.&lt;br /&gt;17. The tires on that truck are too big.&lt;br /&gt;16. I'll have the arugula and radicchio salad.&lt;br /&gt;15. I've got it all on a floppy disk.&lt;br /&gt;14. Unsweetened tea tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you like your fish poached or broiled?&lt;br /&gt;12. My fiancee, Paula Jo, is registered at Tiffany's.&lt;br /&gt;11. I've got two cases of Zima for the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;10. Little Debbie snack cakes have too many fat grams.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Checkmate.&lt;br /&gt;8.   She's too old to be wearing a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;7.   Does the salad bar have bean sprouts?&lt;br /&gt;6.   Hey, here's an episode of 'Hee Haw' that we haven't seen.&lt;br /&gt;5.   I don't have a favorite college team.&lt;br /&gt;4.   Be sure to bring my salad dressing on the side.&lt;br /&gt;3.   I believe you cooked those green beans too long.&lt;br /&gt;2.   Those shorts ought to be a little longer, Darla.&lt;br /&gt;1.   Elvis who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115929976378495845?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115929976378495845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115929976378495845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115929976378495845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115929976378495845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/youll-never-hear-southerner-say.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Hear A Southerner Say...'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115916610391671327</id><published>2006-09-25T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:39:35.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theories</title><content type='html'>A contest was held for people to submit their theories on ANY subject. Below are the winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th RUNNER-UP (Subject: Probability Theory)&lt;br /&gt;If an infinite number of rednecks riding in an infinite number of pickup trucks fire an infinite number of shotgun rounds at an infinite number of highway signs, they will eventually produce all the world's great literary works in Braille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd RUNNER-UP (Subject: Bio-Mechanics)&lt;br /&gt;Why Yawning Is Contagious: You yawn to equalize the pressure on your eardrums.  This pressure change outside your eardrums unbalances other people's ear pressures, so they then yawn to even it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd RUNNER-UP (Subject: Symbolic Logic)&lt;br /&gt;Communist China is technologically underdeveloped because they have no alphabet and therefore cannot use acronyms to communicate technical ideas at a faster rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st RUNNER-UP (Subject: Newtonian Mechanics)&lt;br /&gt;The earth may spin faster on its axis due to deforestation. Just as a figure skater's rate of spin increases when the arms are brought in close to the body, the cutting of all trees may cause our planet to spin dangerously fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONORABLE MENTION (Subject: Linguistics)&lt;br /&gt;The quantity of consonants in the English language is constant. If omitted in one place, they turn up in another.  When a Bostonian "pahks his cah," the lost R's migrate southwest, causing a Texan to "warsh"  his car and invest in "erl" wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND PRIZE WINNER (Subject: Perpetual Motion)&lt;br /&gt;When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands buttered side down. It was proposed to strap giant slabs of hot buttered toast to the back of a hundred tethered cats; the two opposing forces will cause the cats to hover, spinning inches above the ground. Using the giant buttered toast/cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115916610391671327?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115916610391671327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115916610391671327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115916610391671327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115916610391671327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/theories.html' title='Theories'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115912132383558112</id><published>2006-09-24T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:08:43.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CTR</title><content type='html'>A man was being tailgated by a woman on Foothill Boulevard in Salt Lake City. Suddenly, the light turned yellow.  The gentleman did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The tailgating woman slammed on the brakes and leaned on the horn. She opened her window, stuck her hand out and made a gesture, all the while screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection with him. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping the guy off in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose The Right' license plate holder, the 'Families are Forever' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Angel Moroni emblem on the trunk...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115912132383558112?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115912132383558112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115912132383558112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115912132383558112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115912132383558112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/ctr.html' title='CTR'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34953754.post-115911747214864727</id><published>2006-09-24T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:10:21.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cachinnates!</title><content type='html'>I freely admit it, I stole the idea of a joke blog from &lt;a href="http://dubbybf.blogspot.com"&gt;Dubby&lt;/a&gt;.  Of course, she wasn't the first one to come up with the idea either, but it was she who inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34953754-115911747214864727?l=cachinnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/feeds/115911747214864727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34953754&amp;postID=115911747214864727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115911747214864727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34953754/posts/default/115911747214864727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cachinnates.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-to-cachinnates.html' title='Welcome to Cachinnates!'/><author><name>Queen Karana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05619717837063114732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7523/karen3ln5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
