<?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-5672732949153308098</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:40:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rib Cracking Jokes And Riddles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672732949153308098.post-5292925868286278746</id><published>2007-01-07T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:39:57.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man slow witted man walked into a pattent office.</title><content type='html'>A man slow witted man walked into a pattent office. He walked up to the patent officer and said, "Hey, I've got a new idea for a mouse trap." (Draw a box on the blackboard.) &lt;br /&gt;"Here's the box." (Draw a hole in the box.) "Here's the hole." (Draw a circle in the bottom of the hole) "Here's the cheese." (Draw a line across the hole in the box.) "Here's the blade. The mouse sticks his head in the holeto get the cheese, the blade drops on his neck and kills him." &lt;br /&gt;The patent officer looks at the diagram. He understands that the man is a little slow so he wants to be kind. He explains to the man that he does not think the design is ready to be patented yet. He tells the man, "Please, work on it some more. Perhaps I will be able to patent it another time." The slow witted man says thank you and leaves the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later the slow witted man shows up again. (Draw the exact same example on the board in exactly the same way.) The slow witted man says, "This is the box, this is the hole, this is the cheese and this is the wire. The mouse sticks his head in the hole to get the cheese, the wire wraps around his neck and kills him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patent officer, still trying to be kind, makes the same excuse as before. The slow witted man leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later the slow witted man returns. He approaches the same pattent officer and says, (The exact same things) &lt;br /&gt;"Here's the box. Here's the hole. (This time he draws a zig-zag line across the hole and he does not draw a circle for the cheese.) After completing the zig-zag line, the slow witted man proclaims, "and here's the saw blade." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patent officer notices the design and the fact that that ther is no cheese. He asks the slow witted man, "Where's the cheese." "Ah-ha," says the slow witted man. &lt;br /&gt;"That's the point. The mouse sticks his head in the hole &lt;br /&gt;and says," "Where did you put the cheese." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When the mouse speeks you must act like the mouse. Stick your head out as if looking into the trap and swing it back and forth as if looking for the cheese.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implication is that the mouse will saw off his own head while looking for the cheese. Remember the saw blade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-5292925868286278746?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5292925868286278746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=5292925868286278746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/5292925868286278746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/5292925868286278746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-slow-witted-man-walked-into-pattent.html' title='A man slow witted man walked into a pattent office.'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-8338276284270789326</id><published>2007-01-07T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:38:39.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man goes out of prison after twenty years</title><content type='html'>A man goes out of prison after twenty years. He decides to go back to the neighbourhood where he lived. When he gets there he cannot recognize the place. Everything has changed a lot. The places he used to visit have all disappeared. Even the pub has disappeared.He is very tired and would like to have something to eat. He goes into a small café and has a coffee and a sandwich.When he takes out his wallet he finds a shoemaker ticket in it. He then remembers that the last thing he had done before being arrested was to take a pair of shoes to the shoemaker's. He decides to go there and try. What a wondeful thing! The shoemaker is still at the same place. He gets into the shop and tells the shoemaker that about twenty years before he had left him a pair of shoes to have them repaired. The shoemaker has a look at the ticket and says: "O.K. Come back tomorrow. They will be ready then." Some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-8338276284270789326?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8338276284270789326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=8338276284270789326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/8338276284270789326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/8338276284270789326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-goes-out-of-prison-after-twenty.html' title='A man goes out of prison after twenty years'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-2021189759915087641</id><published>2007-01-07T20:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:38:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A preacher was told by his doctor that he had only a few weeks left to live.</title><content type='html'>A preacher was told by his doctor that he had only a few weeks left to live. &lt;br /&gt;He went home feeling very sad, and when his wife heard the sad news she said to him, "Honey, if there's anything I can do to make you happy, tell me." &lt;br /&gt;The preacher answered, "You know, dear, there's that box in the kitchen cabinet with what you always called "your little secret" in it and you said you never would want me to open it as long as you lived. Now that I'm about to go home to be with the Lord, why don't you show me what's in that secret box of yours?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher's wife got out the box and opened the lid. It contained $100,000 and three eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are those eggs doing in the box?" the preacher asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Honey," she replied, "every time your sermon was really bad I put an egg in the box." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the preacher had been preaching for over forty years, and seeing only three eggs in that old shoe box, he started to feel very proud about himself and it warmed his soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about that $100.000?"" he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you see," she whispered softly, "every time there were a dozen eggs in the box, I ..sold them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-2021189759915087641?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2021189759915087641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=2021189759915087641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/2021189759915087641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/2021189759915087641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/preacher-was-told-by-his-doctor-that-he.html' title='A preacher was told by his doctor that he had only a few weeks left to live.'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-3702870605282171440</id><published>2007-01-07T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:36:54.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's dog has a problem so he takes him to the vet's</title><content type='html'>A man's dog has a problem so he takes him to the vet's. The vet looks at the dog and says that he'll have to take him to the examining room. In the examining room, he takes a cat out of a cage and lets the cat walk all over the dog, but the dog doesn't do anything. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor say "Your dog is dead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man goes out to the receptionist and asks for his bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That'll be $325" says the receptionist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! $325? How's that possible?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's $25 for the consultation, and $300 for the Cat scan."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-3702870605282171440?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3702870605282171440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=3702870605282171440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/3702870605282171440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/3702870605282171440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/mans-dog-has-problem-so-he-takes-him-to.html' title='A man&apos;s dog has a problem so he takes him to the vet&apos;s'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-3705132216689621922</id><published>2007-01-07T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:36:06.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A duck walks into a bar and goes up to the bartender.</title><content type='html'>A duck walks into a bar and goes up to the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;The bartender says "What can I get you?" &lt;br /&gt;Duck: Umm. Do you have any grapes? &lt;br /&gt;Bartender (looking surprised and finding the question odd): &lt;br /&gt;No, I'm afraid we don't. &lt;br /&gt;And the duck waddles slowly out of the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at the same time, the duck waddles into the bar, hops up on a bar stool. &lt;br /&gt;Bartender: Hi. What can I get for you? &lt;br /&gt;Duck: Umm. Do you have any grapes? &lt;br /&gt;Bartender (a little annoyed): Hey! Weren't you in here yesterday. Look buddy, we don't have any grapes. OK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck hops off the stool and waddles out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, at the same time, the bartender is cleaning some glasses when he hears a familiar voice &lt;br /&gt;Duck: Umm.. Do you have any grapes? &lt;br /&gt;The bartender is really ticked off. &lt;br /&gt;Bartender: Look. What's your problem? You came in here yesterday asking for grapes, I TOLD you, WE DON'T HAVE ANY GRAPES!! Next time I see your little ducktail waddle in here I'm going to nail those little webbed feet of yours to the floor. GOT me pal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the duck hops off the bar stool and waddles out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEXT day at the same time, the duck waddles into the bar, walks up to the bartender and the bartender says, &lt;br /&gt;"What the heck do YOU want?" &lt;br /&gt;Umm. do you have any nails? &lt;br /&gt;What!? OF course not. &lt;br /&gt;Oh. Well, do you have any grapes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-3705132216689621922?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3705132216689621922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=3705132216689621922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/3705132216689621922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/3705132216689621922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/duck-walks-into-bar-and-goes-up-to.html' title='A duck walks into a bar and goes up to the bartender.'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-9183481659662599386</id><published>2007-01-07T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:34:23.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This worked fine with my level 200a on up.</title><content type='html'>A man got a parrot which could already talk. It had belonged to a sailor and had a big vocabulary. However, the man soon discovered that the parrot mostly know bad words. At first he thought it was funny, but then it became tiresome, and finally, when the man had important guests, the bird's bad words embarrassed him very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the guests left, the man angrily shouted at the parrot,"That language must stop!". But the bird answered him with curses. He shook the bird and shouted again, "Don't use those ugly words!" Again the bird cursed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the man was really angry. He grabbed the parrot and threw him into the refrigerator. But it had no effect. From inside the refrigerator,the parrot was still swearing. He opened the door and took him out, and again the bird spoke in dirty words and curses. This time, the man opened the door of the freezer , threw the bird into it, and closed the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time there was silence. After two minutes, the man opened the door and removed the very cold parrot. Slowly the shivering parrot walked up the man's arm, sat on his shoulder and spoke into his ear, sounding very frightened: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be good, I promise...Those chickens in there.. what did they say?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-9183481659662599386?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9183481659662599386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=9183481659662599386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/9183481659662599386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/9183481659662599386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-worked-fine-with-my-level-200a-on.html' title='This worked fine with my level 200a on up.'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-2056158488918020605</id><published>2007-01-07T20:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:33:01.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman got on a bus, holding a baby.</title><content type='html'>A woman got on a bus, holding a baby. &lt;br /&gt;The bus driver said, "That's the ugliest baby I've ever seen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a huff, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle &lt;br /&gt;seat near the rear of the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what &lt;br /&gt;was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus driver insulted me," she fumed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sympathized and said, "Why, he's a public servant and shouldn't say &lt;br /&gt;things to insult passengers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right," she said. "I think I'll go back up there and give him a piece of my mind." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good idea," the man said. "Here, let me hold your monkey."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-2056158488918020605?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2056158488918020605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=2056158488918020605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/2056158488918020605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/2056158488918020605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/woman-got-on-bus-holding-baby.html' title='A woman got on a bus, holding a baby.'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5672732949153308098.post-4207449094260667485</id><published>2007-01-07T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:32:29.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day a student was taking a very difficult essay exam</title><content type='html'>One day a student was taking a very difficult essay exam. At the end of the test, the prof asked all the students to put their pencils down and immediately hand in their tests. The young man kept writing furioulsy, although he was warned that if he did not stop immediately he would be disqualified. He ignored the warning, finished the test 10 &lt;br /&gt;minutes later, and went to hand the test to his instructor. The instructor told him he would not take the test. &lt;br /&gt;The student asked, "Do you know who I am?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prof said, "No and I don't care." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student asked again, "Are you sure you don't know who I am?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prof again said no. So the student walked over to the pile of tests, placed his in &lt;br /&gt;the middle, then threw the papers in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good" the student said, and walked out. He passed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-4207449094260667485?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4207449094260667485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=4207449094260667485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/4207449094260667485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/4207449094260667485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-day-student-was-taking-very.html' title='One day a student was taking a very difficult essay exam'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-1364214651878309949</id><published>2007-01-07T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:31:51.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lorry driver is driving 200 penguins</title><content type='html'>A lorry driver is driving 200 penguins to London Zoo when his lorry breaks down on the motorway. The driver gets out of the cab and is looking at the engine when a second lorry driver stops in front of him and asks if he needs help. The penguins' driver explains that he is taking the penguins to the zoo and asks if the other man would &lt;br /&gt;take the penguins there. He agrees. &lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, the 2nd lorry driver drives past the first one, who is still waiting on the motorway. The penguins are still on the lorry, and look happy. &lt;br /&gt;"I thought I asked you to take those penguins to the zoo," shouted the first driver. &lt;br /&gt;The second replied, "I did, but I had some money left, so we're going to the cinema now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-1364214651878309949?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1364214651878309949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=1364214651878309949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/1364214651878309949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/1364214651878309949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/lorry-driver-is-driving-200-penguins.html' title='A lorry driver is driving 200 penguins'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-8225584960550614671</id><published>2007-01-07T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:31:07.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There were three restauraunts on the same block</title><content type='html'>There were three restauraunts on the same block. One day one of them put up a sign which said "The Best Restaurant in the City." &lt;br /&gt;The next day, the largest restaurant on the block put up a larger sign which said "The Best Restaurant in the World." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, the smallest restaurant put up a small sign which said "The Best Restaurant on this Block."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-8225584960550614671?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8225584960550614671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=8225584960550614671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/8225584960550614671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/8225584960550614671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-were-three-restauraunts-on-same.html' title='There were three restauraunts on the same block'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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-5672732949153308098.post-5634515511070201919</id><published>2007-01-07T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:30:26.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A man walks into a shop and sees a cute little dog</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a shop and sees a cute little dog. He asks the shopkeeper, "Does your dog bite?" &lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper says, "No, my dog does not bite." &lt;br /&gt;The man tries to pet the dog and the dog bites him. &lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" He says, "I thought you said your dog does not bite!" &lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper replies, "That is not my dog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5672732949153308098-5634515511070201919?l=ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5634515511070201919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5672732949153308098&amp;postID=5634515511070201919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/5634515511070201919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5672732949153308098/posts/default/5634515511070201919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricbcrackingjokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-walks-into-shop-and-sees-cute.html' title='A man walks into a shop and sees a cute little dog'/><author><name>LKI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04102886238583746184</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>
