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	<title>Comments on: Funny Bones, 1949 (2)</title>
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		<title>By: bfwebster</title>
		<link>http://www.keepapitchinin.org/2010/01/01/funny-bones-1949-2/comment-page-1/#comment-18469</link>
		<dc:creator>bfwebster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 18:57:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Great jokes, and some with a bit of a bite. 

True story, brought up by the &quot;young woman stalled&quot; joke. Some decades ago, my mom (head nurse at a rest home and probably around 50 years old) was driving to work early one morning (we lived in a slightly rural suburban area). She stopped at a stop sign, signaled a left turn, but waited because a car was coming in the opposite direction (there was no corresponding stop sign for traffic coming in that direction). A driver who had pulled up behind her obviously felt that she had time to make the left turn, because he honked his horn. 

My mom turned her car off, got out, walked back, and knocked on his window. When the startled man rolled down his window, my mom leaned over and asked, &quot;Was there something you wanted?&quot; The man sputtered a few words of apology; my mom walked back to her car, got in, started it, turned left, and drove on to work. ..bruce..]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great jokes, and some with a bit of a bite. </p>
<p>True story, brought up by the &#8220;young woman stalled&#8221; joke. Some decades ago, my mom (head nurse at a rest home and probably around 50 years old) was driving to work early one morning (we lived in a slightly rural suburban area). She stopped at a stop sign, signaled a left turn, but waited because a car was coming in the opposite direction (there was no corresponding stop sign for traffic coming in that direction). A driver who had pulled up behind her obviously felt that she had time to make the left turn, because he honked his horn. </p>
<p>My mom turned her car off, got out, walked back, and knocked on his window. When the startled man rolled down his window, my mom leaned over and asked, &#8220;Was there something you wanted?&#8221; The man sputtered a few words of apology; my mom walked back to her car, got in, started it, turned left, and drove on to work. ..bruce..</p>
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		<title>By: Maurine</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maurine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:23:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I loved the first joke about &quot;Goodbye God,&quot; and the one about the lady whose car stalled at the traffic light.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved the first joke about &#8220;Goodbye God,&#8221; and the one about the lady whose car stalled at the traffic light.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Brown</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mark Brown</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:09:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[sigh = sign

Sigh.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>sigh = sign</p>
<p>Sigh.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Brown</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mark Brown</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:08:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That last joke reminds me of an energetic and playful Labrador Retriever I know quite well.  Right over his water bowl is a sigh which says &quot;Hello, my name is No No Bad Dog!  What&#039;s yours?&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That last joke reminds me of an energetic and playful Labrador Retriever I know quite well.  Right over his water bowl is a sigh which says &#8220;Hello, my name is No No Bad Dog!  What&#8217;s yours?&#8221;</p>
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