<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Official jokes thread]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Since Fargostreet is getting kinda boring, I hope everyone could contribute by posting a joke every now and then.</p>
<p dir="auto">A frustrated wife decided her sex life needed spicing up. After work, she went shopping and picked up a pair of crotchless panties. She went home and donned the new garment and selected a short skirt to go with it. She greeted her husband when he came home from work and sat across from him as they had a drink. She slowly spread her legs. She says, "Honey would you like some of this?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"Hell no, look what it's done to your underwear!"</p>
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]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/315064</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/315064</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 03:42:43 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:44:40 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">I was in a pub on Saturday night and I noticed two large girls by the bar.<br />
They both had strong accents so I said, "Hi, are you girls from Scotland?"</p>
<p dir="auto">One of them snapped, "It's Wales you bloody idiot!!"</p>
<p dir="auto">So I immediately apologized and said, "Sorry, are you two whales from Scotland?"</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314890</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314890</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:44:40 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:42:20 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">There is an Arab in a taxi....<br />
He asks the driver to turn off the radio and explains that he must not hear music as decreed by his religion for in the time of the prophet, there was no music ... no radio...<br />
So the driver turns off the radio, stops the car , leans over and opens the back door.<br />
The Arab asks him : "What are you doing?"<br />
The driver replied : "In the time of the prophet there were no taxis,<br />
so get out my car and wait for a camel ."</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314608</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314608</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 13:42:20 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:59:28 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was<br />
really pissed.</p>
<p dir="auto">She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the<br />
driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE !!"</p>
<p dir="auto">The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke<br />
up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box<br />
gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.</p>
<p dir="auto">Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought<br />
the box back in the house.</p>
<p dir="auto">She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.</p>
<p dir="auto">Bob has been missing since Friday.</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314395</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314395</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:59:28 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:58:27 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A couple was on their honeymoon, lying in bed, about ready to consummate their marriage, when the new bride says to the husband, "I have a confession to make, I'm not a virgin."</p>
<p dir="auto">The husband replies, "That's no big thing in this day and age."</p>
<p dir="auto">The wife continues, "Yeah, I've been with one guy."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Oh yeah? Who was the guy?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"Tiger Woods."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Tiger Woods, the golfer?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"Yeah."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Well, he's rich, famous and handsome. I can see why you went to bed with him."</p>
<p dir="auto">The husband and wife then make passionate love.</p>
<p dir="auto">When they are done, the husband gets up and walks to the telephone.</p>
<p dir="auto">"What are you doing?" asks the wife.</p>
<p dir="auto">The husband says, "I'm hungry, I was going to call room service and get something to eat."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Tiger wouldn't do that."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"He'd come back to bed and do it a second time."</p>
<p dir="auto">The husband puts down the phone and goes back to bed to make love a second time.</p>
<p dir="auto">When they finish, he gets up and goes over to the phone. "Now what are you doing?" she asks.</p>
<p dir="auto">The husband says, "I'm still hungry so I was going to get room service to get something to eat."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Tiger wouldn't do that."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"He'd come back to bed and do it again."</p>
<p dir="auto">The guy slams down the phone, goes back to bed, and makes love one more time.</p>
<p dir="auto">When they finish he's tired and beat. He drags himself over to the phone and starts to dial.</p>
<p dir="auto">The wife asks, "Are you calling room service?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"No! I'm calling Tiger Woods, to find out what the par is for this damn hole."</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314394</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314394</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:58:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:57:26 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.</p>
<p dir="auto">When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.</p>
<p dir="auto">At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.</p>
<p dir="auto">The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.</p>
<p dir="auto">At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee.</p>
<p dir="auto">She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.</p>
<p dir="auto">When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast, eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh squeezed orange juice.</p>
<p dir="auto">When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.</p>
<p dir="auto">As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you."</p>
<p dir="auto">He said, "Fuck him, give him a dollar."</p>
<p dir="auto">The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314393</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314393</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:57:26 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:55:14 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">On hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95 year old grandmother and comfort her.</p>
<p dir="auto">When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."</p>
<p dir="auto">Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble.</p>
<p dir="auto">"Oh no, my dear, " replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."</p>
<p dir="auto">She paused, wiped away a tear and then continued, "And if that damned ice cream truck hadn't come along, he'd still be alive today!"</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314392</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314392</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:55:14 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:54:25 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A wife decides to take her husband to a strip club for his birthday.</p>
<p dir="auto">They arrive at the club and the doorman says, "Hey, Dave! How ya doin'?"</p>
<p dir="auto">His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.<br />
"Oh, no," says Dave. "He's on my bowling team."</p>
<p dir="auto">When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.</p>
<p dir="auto">His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says,"How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"She's in the Ladies' Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them."</p>
<p dir="auto">A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Dave, and says "Hi Davey. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"</p>
<p dir="auto">Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.</p>
<p dir="auto">Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. He tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every name in the book.</p>
<p dir="auto">The cabby turns his head and says, "Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave."</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314391</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314391</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:54:25 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:52:55 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know<br />
anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"</p>
<p dir="auto">"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the<br />
prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the<br />
prisoner in the prison.</p>
<p dir="auto">And then they made love for the first time.</p>
<p dir="auto">Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.</p>
<p dir="auto">Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."</p>
<p dir="auto">Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."</p>
<p dir="auto">After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but<br />
the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him<br />
a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"</p>
<p dir="auto">The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently<br />
born foal.</p>
<p dir="auto">Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.</p>
<p dir="auto">She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."</p>
<p dir="auto">Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence,<br />
OKAY!</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314390</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314390</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:52:55 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:51:46 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed.</p>
<p dir="auto">He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:</p>
<p dir="auto">"Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."</p>
<p dir="auto">To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He wwas whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!"</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314389</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314389</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:51:46 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:50:23 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something. The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.</p>
<p dir="auto">The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, We'll never forget you!'</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314388</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314388</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:50:23 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:48:28 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A man came home from work one day to find his wife on the front porch with her bags packed.</p>
<p dir="auto">'Just where the heck do you think you're going!', said the man.</p>
<p dir="auto">'I'm going to Las Vegas', said the wife, 'I just found out I can get $400 a night for what I give you for free!</p>
<p dir="auto">'The man said, 'Wait a minute!', and then ran inside the house only to come back a few minutes later with his suitcases in hand.</p>
<p dir="auto">'Where the heck are you going?', said the wife.</p>
<p dir="auto">The man said, 'I want to see how you're gonna live on $800 a year!'</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/314387</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/314387</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:48:28 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 16 Aug 2011 02:55:26 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">I was sitting at a light today, minding my own, waiting on it to turn green.A carload of young, loud Muslims, shouting anti-American slang, stopped next to me. The light changed, they shook their fists, hit the gas &amp; darted off ahead of me. Suddenly an 18-wheeler came speeding thru the intersection &amp; ran directly over their car, crushing it completely. For several minutes I sat in my car thinking to myself, "Man, that could have been me!" So, today, I went out lookin for a job as a truck driver.</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/312545</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/312545</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 02:55:26 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Sun, 03 Jul 2011 21:52:21 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous.</p>
<p dir="auto">They are always getting into trouble and their parents know if any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.</p>
<p dir="auto">The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.</p>
<p dir="auto">The mother sent the 8 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son?"</p>
<p dir="auto">The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.<br />
So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?! Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE is GOD?!"</p>
<p dir="auto">The boy screamed &amp; bolted from the room, ran directly home &amp; dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened?"</p>
<p dir="auto">The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time!" "GOD is missing, and they think WE did it!"</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/311896</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/311896</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[capitlj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 21:52:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Tue, 07 Jun 2011 01:48:17 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">The Pope had just finished a tour of the East Coast and was taking a limousine to the airport. Having never driven a limo, he asked the chauffeur if he could drive for awhile. Well, the chauffeur didn't have much of a choice, so he climbs in the back of the limo and the Pope takes the wheel.</p>
<p dir="auto">The Pope proceeds onto HWY 95, and starts accelerating to see what the limo could do. He gets to about 90 mpg, and suddenly he sees the blue lights of the State Patrol in his mirror.</p>
<p dir="auto">He pulls over and the trooper comes to his window. The trooper, seeing who it was, says, "Just a moment please, I need to call in."</p>
<p dir="auto">The trooper calls in and asks for the chief. He tells the chief that he's got a REALLY important person pulled over, and how to handle it.</p>
<p dir="auto">"It's not Ted Kennedy again is it?" replies the chief.</p>
<p dir="auto">"No Sir!" replied the trooper, "This guy's more important."</p>
<p dir="auto">"Is it the Governor?" replied the chief.</p>
<p dir="auto">"No! Even more important!" replies the trooper.</p>
<p dir="auto">"Is it the PRESIDENT??? replied the chief.</p>
<p dir="auto">"No! Even more important!" replies the trooper.</p>
<p dir="auto">"Well WHO IN THE HECK is it?" screams the chief.</p>
<p dir="auto">"I don't know Sir." replies the trooper, "but the Pope is his chauffeur."</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/311481</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/311481</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[capitlj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 01:48:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Sat, 18 Dec 2010 04:21:34 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Why is asprin white?</p>
<p dir="auto">because it WORKS!</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/306021</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/306021</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[JN210]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 04:21:34 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:19:04 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A Real Woman</p>
<p dir="auto">A real woman is a man's best friend. She will   never stand him up and never let him down.  She will reassure him when he feels insecure  and comfort him after a bad day.<br />
She will inspire him to do things he never<br />
thought he could do; to live without fear<br />
and forget regret. She will enable him to<br />
express his deepest emotions and give in to his most intimate desires. She will make sure he always feels as though he's the most  handsome man in the room and will enable him to be the most confident, sexy,<br />
seductive and invincible...</p>
<p dir="auto">No wait... Sorry.<br />
I'm thinking of whiskey.<br />
It’s whiskey that does all that shit.<br />
Never mind.</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/306012</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/306012</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:19:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Sat, 21 Aug 2010 12:45:01 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">A friend of mine just started his own business, making landmines that look like prayer mats.  It’s doing well.  He says Prophets are going through the roof.</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/303330</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/303330</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Trafik Jamz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 12:45:01 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Thu, 15 Jul 2010 18:47:41 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">The cardiologist was there waiting for the service manager to come take a look at his car when the mechanic shouted across the garage “Hey Doc, want to take a look at this?”</p>
<p dir="auto">The cardiologist, a bit surprised, walked over to where the mechanic was working on the SRT.</p>
<p dir="auto">The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, “So Doc, look at this engine. I open its heart, take the valves out, repair any damage, and then put them back in and, when I finish it works just like new.”</p>
<p dir="auto">“So how is it I make only $39,000 a year, a pretty small salary, and you get the really big bucks, $1.6 million, when you and I are doing basically the same work?”</p>
<p dir="auto">The cardiologist paused, smiled and leaned over, then whispered to the mechanic…</p>
<p dir="auto">“Try doing it with the engine running.”</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/302053</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/302053</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[thurmanmerman]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 18:47:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Wed, 23 Jun 2010 21:30:30 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">2009 Tax Code</p>
<p dir="auto">The only thing that the IRS has not taxed yet is the male penis.<br />
This is due to the fact that 69% of the time it is hanging around<br />
unemployed, 10% of the time it is hard up, 20% of the time it is<br />
pissed off and 1% of the time it is in the hole. On top of that, it has<br />
two dependents and they are both nuts!</p>
<p dir="auto">HOWEVER, effective January 1st, 2009, the penis will now be taxed<br />
according to size:</p>
<p dir="auto">The brackets are as follows:</p>
<p dir="auto">10 - 12" Luxury Tax $300.00<br />
8 - 10" Pole Tax $250.00<br />
6 - 8" Privilege Tax $150.00<br />
4 - 6" Nuisance Tax $30.00</p>
<p dir="auto">Males exceeding 12" must file capital gains.</p>
<p dir="auto">Anyone under 4" is eligible for a tax refund.</p>
<p dir="auto">PLEASE DO NOT ASK FOR AN EXTENSION</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/300969</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/300969</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Bookem]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 21:30:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Thu, 20 May 2010 15:25:15 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">Next time you think your hotel bill is too high, you might want to consider this:<br />
My wife and I are travelling by car from Victoria to Prince George .  After almost eleven hours on the road, we were too tired to continue, and decide to take a room. But, we only planned to  sleep for four hours and then get back on the road. When we checked out four hours later, the desk clerk hands us a bill for $350.00.</p>
<p dir="auto">I explode and demand to know why the charge is so high.I tell the clerk although it's a nice hotel; the rooms certainly aren't worth $350.00.  Then the clerk tells me that $350.00 is the 'standard rate'.  I insisted on speaking to the Manager.</p>
<p dir="auto">The Manager appears, listens to me, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference centre that were available for us to use.'But we didn't use them.''Well, they are here, and you could have,' explains the Manager.</p>
<p dir="auto">He goes on to explain we could  also have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is  famous. 'We have the best entertainers from New York ,  Hollywood , and Las Vegas perform here,' the Manager says.</p>
<p dir="auto">'But we didn't go to any of those shows.’ 'Well, we have them, and you could have,' the Manager replies.</p>
<p dir="auto">No matter what amenity the Manager mentions, I reply, 'But we didn't use it!'</p>
<p dir="auto">The Manager is unmoved, and eventually I gave up and agreed to pay.</p>
<p dir="auto">I write a cheque and give it to the Manager.</p>
<p dir="auto">The  Manager is surprised when he looks at the cheque. 'But sir, this cheque is only made out for $50.00.''That's correct, as I charged you $300.00 for sleeping with my wife.'</p>
<p dir="auto">'But I didn't!' exclaims the Manager.</p>
<p dir="auto">'Well, too bad, she was here, and you could have.'</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/298469</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/298469</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Bookem]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 15:25:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:08:38 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Puns  for the  Mind and Body</p>
<ol>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got   married. The<br />
ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was  excellent..</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender  says, "I'll  serve you,<br />
but don't start anything."</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two peanuts walk into  a bar,  and one was a salted.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A dyslexic man walked into a bra.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A  man walks into a bar with a slab of  asphalt under his  arm, and<br />
says: "A beer please, and one for the road."</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two  cannibals  are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this<br />
taste funny to  you?"</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">"Doc, I can't stop singing The Green, Green Grass of  Home." The  doc<br />
replies, "That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome." The worried  patient<br />
says, " Is it common?" The doc smiles, " Well, It's Not Unusual."</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two cows   are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to<br />
Dolly, "I  was  artificially inseminated this morning." Dolly replies, "I<br />
don't  believe you."   "It's true; no bull!" exclaims Daisy.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were  nothing to<br />
look at either.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Deja Moo: The feeling that  you've heard  this bull before.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">I went to buy some camouflage trousers the  other  day, but I couldn't<br />
find any.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A man woke up in a hospital  after a  serious accident.  He shouted,<br />
"Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my  legs!"  The doctor replied, "I know, I<br />
amputated your arms!"</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">I  went to a  seafood disco last week... and pulled a mussel.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">What do you  call a  fish with no eyes? A fsh.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two fish swim into a concrete wall.  The one  turns to the other and<br />
says, "Dam!"</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Two Eskimos sitting in  a kayak  were chilly, so they lit a fire in<br />
the craft. Not surprisingly it  sank,  proving once again that you can't<br />
have your kayak and heat it too.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing<br />
in  the  lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about<br />
an  hour, the  manager came out of the office, and asked them to disperse.<br />
"But  why," they  asked, as they moved off. "Because," he said. "I can't<br />
stand  chess-nuts  boasting in an open foyer."</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A woman has twins, and gives them  up for  adoption. One of them goes<br />
to a family in Egypt , and is named  "Ahmal." The  other goes to a family<br />
in Spain  ; they name him "Juan." Years  later, Juan sends a picture of<br />
himself  to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her<br />
husband  that  she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband<br />
responds,  "They're  twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">Mahatma  Gandhi, as  you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which<br />
produced an  impressive set  of calluses on his feet. He also ate very<br />
little, which made him  rather frail  and with his odd diet, he suffered<br />
from bad breath. This made him (oh, man,  this is so bad, it's good) ...<br />
a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed  by  halitosis.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">A dwarf, who was a mystic, escaped from jail. The  call  went out that<br />
there was a small medium at large.</p>
</li>
<li>
<p dir="auto">And  finally,  there was the person who sent ten different puns to his<br />
friends, with  the  hope that at least one of the puns would make them<br />
laugh. No pun in  ten  did.[/SIZE][/FONT]</p>
</li>
</ol>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/291885</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/291885</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[weshole]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:08:38 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:07:52 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">I was so depressed last night thinking bout Health Care Plans, the economy, the wars, lost jobs, Savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc . . .</p>
<p dir="auto">I called lifeline and got a call center in Pakistan.<br />
I told them I was suicidal.<br />
They all got excited and asked if I could drive a truck...</p>
]]></description><link>https://fargostreet.com/post/291884</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://fargostreet.com/post/291884</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[weshole]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:07:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reply to Official jokes thread on Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:11:57 GMT]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p dir="auto">I hate going to weddings. There's always old people nudging you and saying "your next". So now, I go to funerals and do the same thing to them.</p>
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