<?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-8169568808827025444</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:58:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 3 ANIMAL JOKES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-4148600397867614617</id><published>2010-07-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:30:00.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A bear said to a rabbit,"Do you have problems with poop sticking to your fur?" The rabbit said,"No, why?" Then the bear picked up the rabbit and wiped his butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-4148600397867614617?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4148600397867614617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/bear-said-to-rabbitdo-you-have-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/4148600397867614617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/4148600397867614617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/bear-said-to-rabbitdo-you-have-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-6406084843724005017</id><published>2010-04-03T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:16:00.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A farmer is sitting in the neighborhood bar getting soused. A&lt;br /&gt;man comes in and asks the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here&lt;br /&gt;on this beautiful day getting drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So what happened that is so horrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Well if you must know, today I was sitting by my cow&lt;br /&gt;milking her. Just as I go the bucket about full, she took her&lt;br /&gt;left leg and kicked it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: That's not so bad, what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So then what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left&lt;br /&gt;with some rope. Then I sat down and continued to milk her.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got the bucket about full she took her right leg and&lt;br /&gt;kicked it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Something's ya just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what did you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: I took her right leg and tied it to the post on the&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So then what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: I sat back down and continued to milk her, and just as I&lt;br /&gt;got the bucket just about full, the stupid cow knocks over the&lt;br /&gt;bucket with her tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Wow you must have been pretty upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Some things you just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So then what did you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer: Well I didn't have any more rope, so I took off my belt&lt;br /&gt;and tied her tail to the rafter. In that moment, my pants fell&lt;br /&gt;down and my wife walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-6406084843724005017?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6406084843724005017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/farmer-is-sitting-in-neighborhood-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6406084843724005017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6406084843724005017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/farmer-is-sitting-in-neighborhood-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-6742264869046035438</id><published>2009-12-25T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:13:00.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jimmy received a parrot for Christmas. The parrot was fully grown, with a very bad attitude and worse vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other word was an expletive; those that weren't expletives were, to say the least, rude. Jimmy tried to change the bird's attitude by constantly saying polite words, playing soft music... anything he could think of. Nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled at the bird, and the bird got worse. He shook the bird, and the bird got madder and more rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in a moment of desperation, Jimmy put the parrot in the freezer. For a few moments he heard the bird swearing, squawking, kicking and screaming and then, suddenly, there was absolute quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy was frightened that he might have actually hurt the bird, and quickly opened the freezer door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot calmly stepped out onto Jimmy's extended arm and said, "I'm sorry that I offended you with my language and my actions, and I ask your forgiveness. I will endeavor to correct my behavior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy was astounded at the changes in the bird's attitude and was about to ask what had changed him, when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the Chicken did?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-6742264869046035438?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6742264869046035438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmy-received-parrot-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6742264869046035438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6742264869046035438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmy-received-parrot-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-5267265519186396859</id><published>2009-09-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:10:00.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A bird was flying south for Winter, but he had left it too late and was frozen solid in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;He dropped down into a pasture of cows. The biggest, fattest cow was doing a crap there, and the bird landed in it. At first he was disgusted, until he realised the poo was thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;He started crying out for joy as the ice melted. A cat that was nearby heard the cries, walked over, saw the bird and ate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three morals to this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who gets you into shit is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are in shit, keep your mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-5267265519186396859?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5267265519186396859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bird-was-flying-south-for-winter-but-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5267265519186396859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5267265519186396859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bird-was-flying-south-for-winter-but-he.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-575224338778258448</id><published>2009-07-29T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:05:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;There were three drunk guys and they got in a car accident. They go to heaven and plead god for a second chance. God says, "Alright, but don't step on a duck. The drunks reply, "Why ducks?" God repeats, "Just don't step on a duck." The drunks agree and go back down to earth. A few weeks go by, and the first steps on a duck. Instantly, he's chained to the ugliest woman in the world. A month goes by and the second steps on a duck. The last of them is laughing at the others and is instantly chained to the most beautiful woman in the world. He says, "God, what did I do for this?" The girl says, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-575224338778258448?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/575224338778258448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-were-three-drunk-guys-and-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/575224338778258448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/575224338778258448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-were-three-drunk-guys-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-5300561524681524336</id><published>2009-07-22T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:03:43.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A city slicker moves to the country and decides he's going to take up farming. He heads to the local co-op and tells the man, "Give me 100 baby chickens." The co-op man complies. A week later the man returns and says, "Give me 200 baby chickens." The co-op man complies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a week later the man returns. This time he says, "Give me 500 baby chickens." "Wow!" the co-op man replies, "You must really be doing well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw," said the man with a sigh, "I'm either planting them too deep or too far apart!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-5300561524681524336?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5300561524681524336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-slicker-moves-to-country-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5300561524681524336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5300561524681524336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-slicker-moves-to-country-and.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-5351858159918707326</id><published>2009-07-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:57:19.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Late one night, a burgler broke into a house. As he tiptoed through the living room, he heard a voice say: "Jesus is watching you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened, so the burgler crept forward again. "Jesus is watching you" - said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burgler stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around. In a dark corner he spotted a bird cage with a parrot in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" said the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burgler breathed a sigh of relief, then asked the parrot, "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clarence" answered the bird. "That's a dumb name for a parrot," sneered the burgler. "What idiot named you Clarence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot's answer: "The same idiot who named the Bulldog, Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-5351858159918707326?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5351858159918707326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-one-night-burgler-broke-into-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5351858159918707326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5351858159918707326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-one-night-burgler-broke-into-house.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-2947796317221155891</id><published>2009-07-22T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:54:00.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A male frog goes to a psychic. The psychic tells him, "You are going to meet a beautiful young girl who will want to know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;The frog becomes excited, "This is great! Will I meet her at a party?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," says the psychic, "in her biology class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-2947796317221155891?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2947796317221155891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/male-frog-goes-to-psychic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/2947796317221155891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/2947796317221155891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/male-frog-goes-to-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-5810661173396947115</id><published>2009-07-14T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:27:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Two old men were sitting on a porch with a hound dog between them. The dog had its leg hiked up and was licking itself. One of the old men said to the other, "I sure do wish I could do that."&lt;br /&gt;The other old man said, "You better not, that dog will bite you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-5810661173396947115?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5810661173396947115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-old-men-were-sitting-on-porch-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5810661173396947115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/5810661173396947115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-old-men-were-sitting-on-porch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-6117394052548548685</id><published>2009-07-14T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:25:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;This farmer had an old rooster and he thought it might be time to get a new young rooster to service his hens. He got himself a new rooster and let him loose with the old rooster. The young rooster went right over to the old rooster and challenged him to a fight. The old rooster said, "Sonny, I'm too old to fight. Just follow me around, and I'll show you the place." The young rooster agreed and started to follow the old rooster around. The old rooster showed him the barn, then the hen house...then started to run. The young rooster thought the old rooster was trying to pull a quick one, so he chased after him madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, there came a loud "Bang!" and there stood the farmer, muttering "Dangit, that's the third gay rooster I've had to kill this month."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-6117394052548548685?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6117394052548548685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-farmer-had-old-rooster-and-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6117394052548548685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/6117394052548548685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-farmer-had-old-rooster-and-he.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-3217576681620788660</id><published>2009-07-14T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:18:25.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;On Monday Fred, an old country farmer, bought a mule from Luke, another old farmer, for $100. Luke promised to deliver the mule the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Luke drove up and said, "Sorry, Fred, but I have some bad news. The mule died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Well, then, just give me my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Can't do that. I went and spent it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Well, OK then. Just unload the mule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: What ya gonna do with a dead mule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: I'm going to raffle him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: You can't raffle off a dead mule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Sure I can. I just won't tell anybody he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later the two farmers meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Whatever happened with that dead mule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: I raffled him off just like I said I would. Sold 500 tickets at $2 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Didn't anyone complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred: Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-3217576681620788660?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3217576681620788660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-monday-fred-old-country-farmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/3217576681620788660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/3217576681620788660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-monday-fred-old-country-farmer.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169568808827025444.post-8709741838216502322</id><published>2009-07-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:15:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;A dog thinks: Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... They must be Gods!&lt;br /&gt;A cat thinks: Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... I must be a God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169568808827025444-8709741838216502322?l=123animaljokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8709741838216502322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-thinks-hey-these-people-i-live-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/8709741838216502322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169568808827025444/posts/default/8709741838216502322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://123animaljokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-thinks-hey-these-people-i-live-with.html' title=''/><author><name>wickedreaper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487651863738897498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
