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		<title>Juice</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two old Jewish men, Sid and Al, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant in Los Angeles one day. Sid asks Al, 'Do you know of any people of our faith born and raised in Mexico ?'
Al replies, 'I don't know, let's ask our waiter.'
When the waiter arrives, Al asks, 'Are there any Mexican Jews?'
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two old Jewish men, Sid and Al, are sitting in a Mexican restaurant in Los Angeles one day. Sid asks Al, 'Do you know of any people of our faith born and raised in Mexico ?'</p>
<p>Al replies, 'I don't know, let's ask our waiter.'</p>
<p>When the waiter arrives, Al asks, 'Are there any Mexican Jews?'</p>
<p>The waiter says, 'I don't know senor, I ask the cooks.' He returns from the kitchen after a few minutes and says, 'No senor, the cook say no Mexican Jews.'</p>
<p>Al isn't satisfied and asks, 'Are you absolutely sure?' </p>
<p>The waiter, realizing he is dealing with 'Gringos' replies, 'I check once again, senor,' and goes back into the kitchen.</p>
<p>While the waiter is away, Sid says, 'I find it hard to believe that there are no Jews in Mexico . Our people are scattered everywhere.'</p>
<p>The waiter returns and says, 'Senor , the head cook Tom, he say there is no Mexican Jews.'</p>
<p>'Are you certain?' Al asks again. 'I just can't believe there are no Mexican Jews!'</p>
<p>'Senor, I ask EVERYONE,' replies the exasperated waiter. 'All we have is Orange Jews, Grape Jews, Prune Jews, and Tomato Jews.' </p>
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		<title>All the senior ladies&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:43:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND
THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY.. 'THAT WAS MY PAGER,' SHE SAID. I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM. 
A FEW MINUTES LATER, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND</p>
<p>THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY.. 'THAT WAS MY PAGER,' SHE SAID. I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM. </p>
<p>A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, 'THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND.'</p>
<p>THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW -TECH. NOT TO BE OUT DONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND WENT TO</p>
<p>THE BATHROOM. SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HER  BE-HIND.</p>
<p>THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER..</p>
<p>THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID.........WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT....I'M GETTING A FAX!!</p>
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		<title>Indians</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:44:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There were three Indian squaws. One slept on a deer skin, one slept on an elk skin, and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All three became pregnant. The first two each had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys. This just goes to prove that ... [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There were three Indian squaws. One slept on a deer skin, one slept on an elk skin, and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All three became pregnant. The first two each had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys. This just goes to prove that ...  the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.</p>
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		<title>Epic Training</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the Epic Training room!  Can u handle this level of learning?

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the Epic Training room!  Can u handle this level of learning?</p>
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		<title>Two Feet of Snow</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 14:13:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Wal-Mart Greeter</title>
		<link>http://jasonbherald.com/2010/02/25/wal-mart-greeter-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:16:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Charley, a new retiree greeter at Wal-Mart, just couldn't seem to get to work on time.
Every day he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late. But he was a good worker, really tidy, clean-shaven, sharp minded and a real credit to the company and obviously demonstrating their "Older Person Friendly" policies. 
One day the boss called [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charley, a new retiree greeter at Wal-Mart, just couldn't seem to get to work on time.</p>
<p>Every day he was 5, 10, 15 minutes late. But he was a good worker, really tidy, clean-shaven, sharp minded and a real credit to the company and obviously demonstrating their "Older Person Friendly" policies. </p>
<p>One day the boss called him into the office for a talk. "Charley, I have to tell you, I like your work ethic, you do a bang up job, but your being late so often is quite bothersome."  "Yes, I know boss, and I am working on it."</p>
<p>'Well good, you are a team player. That's what I like to hear. It's odd though you're coming in late. I know you're retired from the Armed Forces. What did they say if you came in late there?"</p>
<p>'They said, 'Good morning, Admiral, can I get you coffee, sir?' </p>
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		<title>Car Cleaning Day</title>
		<link>http://jasonbherald.com/2010/02/20/car-cleaning-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 18:54:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I spent 3 hours cleaning my car this morning and the final result (Subuar FTW):

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I spent 3 hours cleaning my car this morning and the final result (Subuar FTW):</p>
<p><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-001.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-001-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 001" width="300" height="225" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-579" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-007.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-007-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 007" width="300" height="225" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-585" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-006.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-006-300x209.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 006" width="300" height="209" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-584" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-005.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-005-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 005" width="300" height="225" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-583" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-004.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-004-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 004" width="300" height="225" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-582" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-003.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-003-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 003" width="300" height="225" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-581" /></a><a href="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-002.jpg"><img src="http://jasonbherald.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Clean-Car-002-300x167.jpg" alt="" title="Clean Car 002" width="300" height="167" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-580" /></a></p>
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		<title>Cars</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 20:56:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an unusually attractive woman sitting alone at a table in a cozy little restaurant.
	So the waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, 'This is from the gentleman who is seated over there.'.... and indicated the sender with a nod of his [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A man asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an unusually attractive woman sitting alone at a table in a cozy little restaurant.<br />
	So the waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, 'This is from the gentleman who is seated over there.'.... and indicated the sender with a nod of his head.<br />
	She stared at the wine coolly for a few seconds, not looking at the man, then decided to send a reply to him by a note.<br />
	The waiter, who was lingering nearby for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. </p>
<p>	The note read: 'For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and '7' inches in your pants'.</p>
<p>	After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to deliver it to the lady. </p>
<p><strong>It read: </strong><br />
	'Just to let you know things aren't always what they appear to be, I have a Ferrari Maranello, BMW Z8, Mercedes CL600, and a Porsche Turbo in my several garages; I have beautiful homes in  Aspen and  Miami , and a 10,000 acre ranch in  Louisiana . There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account and portfolio. But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut off three inches.  Just send the wine back.. </p>
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		<title>Black Bra</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 20:49:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the perspective of a woman (sent to me by a co-worker)
I had lunch with 2 of my unmarried friends.  One is engaged, one is a
mistress, and I have been married For 20+ years.
We were chatting about our relationships and decided to amaze our men by
greeting them at the door wearing a black bra, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From the perspective of a woman (sent to me by a co-worker)</p>
<hr />I had lunch with 2 of my unmarried friends.  One is engaged, one is a<br />
mistress, and I have been married For 20+ years.</p>
<p>We were chatting about our relationships and decided to amaze our men by<br />
greeting them at the door wearing a black bra, stiletto heels and a mask<br />
over our eyes.  We agreed to meet in a few days to exchange notes.  Here's<br />
how it all went:</p>
<p><strong>My engaged friend:</strong><br />
The other night when my boyfriend came over he found me with a black leather bodice, tall stilettos and a mask.  He saw me and said, "You are the woman of my dreams.  I love you."  Then we made passionate love all night long...</p>
<p><strong>The Mistress:</strong><br />
Me too!  The other night I met my lover at his office and I was wearing a<br />
Raincoat, under it only the black bra, heels and Mask over my eyes.  When I<br />
opened the raincoat he didn't say a word, but he started to tremble and we<br />
had wild sex all Night.</p>
<p><strong>Then I had to share my Story:</strong><br />
When my husband came home I was wearing the black bra, black stockings,<br />
stilettos and a mask over my eyes.  When he came in the door and saw me he said:</p>
<p>"What's for Dinner, Batman?"</p>
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		<title>Diary of Snow Shoveler</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[December 8 - 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and
the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the
window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from
heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So
romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!
December 9
We woke to a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>December 8 - 6:00 PM<br />
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and<br />
the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the<br />
window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from<br />
heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So<br />
romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!</p>
<p>December 9<br />
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow<br />
covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic<br />
sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole<br />
world? Moving here was the best idea I've ever<br />
had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like<br />
a boy again. I did both our driveway and the<br />
sidewalks. This afternoon the snow plow came along and<br />
covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I<br />
got to shovel again. What a perfect life!</p>
<p>December 12<br />
The sun has melted all our lovely snow.. Such a<br />
disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry-<br />
we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on<br />
Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much<br />
snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow<br />
again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such<br />
a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.</p>
<p>December 14<br />
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The<br />
temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything<br />
sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed<br />
up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the<br />
life! The snow plow came back this afternoon and buried<br />
everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do<br />
quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in<br />
shape this way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so.</p>
<p>December 15<br />
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4<br />
Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2<br />
extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants<br />
a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think<br />
that's silly.<br />
We aren't in Alaska , after all.</p>
<p>December 16<br />
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my bottom on the ice in<br />
the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like<br />
hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was<br />
very cruel.</p>
<p>December 17<br />
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go<br />
anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had<br />
to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but<br />
stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I<br />
should've<br />
bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I<br />
hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing<br />
to death in my own living room.</p>
<p>December 20<br />
Electricity's back on, but had another 14 inches of the damn<br />
stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all<br />
day. The dam snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a<br />
neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy<br />
playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the<br />
only hardware store around to see about buying a snow<br />
blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in<br />
March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to<br />
shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I<br />
think he's lying.</p>
<p>December 22<br />
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches<br />
of the white stuff fell today, and it's so cold, it<br />
probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get<br />
all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had<br />
to pee. By the time I got undressed, took care of<br />
business and dressed again, I was too tired to<br />
shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck<br />
for the rest of the winter, but he says he's too<br />
busy. I think he is lying.</p>
<p>December 23<br />
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to<br />
0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the<br />
house this morning. What is she, nuts?!! Why<br />
didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she<br />
did but I think<br />
she's lying.</p>
<p>December 24<br />
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the<br />
shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I<br />
ever catch the fellow who drives that snow plow, I'll drag<br />
him through the snow and beat him to death with my broken<br />
shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for<br />
me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at<br />
a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just<br />
been! Tonight the wife wanted me to<br />
sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I<br />
was too busy watching for the snowplow.</p>
<p>December 25<br />
Merry ***** Christmas! 20 more inches of the slop<br />
tonight - Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my<br />
blood boil. God, I hate the snow! Then the<br />
snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him<br />
over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a<br />
bad attitude. I think she's a fricking idiot. If I<br />
have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm<br />
going to stuff her into the microwave.</p>
<p>December 26<br />
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move<br />
here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my<br />
nerves.</p>
<p>December 27<br />
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came<br />
after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400<br />
to replace all my pipes.</p>
<p>December 28<br />
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. My WIFE<br />
is driving me crazy!!!</p>
<p>December 29<br />
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or<br />
it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever<br />
heard. How dumb does he think I am?</p>
<p>December 30<br />
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now<br />
he is suing me for a million dollars, not only the beating I<br />
gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow<br />
shovel where it shouldn't go. The wife went home to her<br />
mother. Nine more inches predicted.</p>
<p>December 31<br />
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more<br />
shoveling.</p>
<p>January 8<br />
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they<br />
keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?</p>
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