<?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-874502040806892692</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:47:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Dirty Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-2411974287825992804</id><published>2009-09-21T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:58:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Jokes 19</title><content type='html'>There was this little boy about 12 years old walking down the sidewalk dragging a flattened frog on a string behind him. He came up to the doorstep of a house of ill repute and knocked on the door. When the Madam answered it, she saw the little boy and asked what he wanted. He said, "I want to have sex with one of the women inside. I have the money to buy it, and I'm not leaving until I get it."&lt;br /&gt;The Madam figured, why not, so she told him to come in. Once in, she told him to pick any of the girls he liked.&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Do any of the girls have any diseases?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course the Madam said no.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I heard all the men talking about having to get shots after making love with Amber. THAT'S the girl I want."&lt;br /&gt;Since the little boy was so adamant and had the money to pay for it, the Madam told him to go to the first room on the right.&lt;br /&gt;He headed down the hall dragging the squashed frog behind him. Ten minutes later he came back, still dragging the frog, paid the Madam, and headed out the door. The Madam stopped him and asked, "Why did you pick the only girl in the place with a disease, instead of one of the others?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Well, if you must know, tonight when I get home, my parents are going out to a restaurant for dinner, leaving me at home with a baby-sitter. After they leave, my baby-sitter will have sex with me because she just happens to be very fond of cute little boys. She will then get the disease that I just caught. When Mom and Dad get back, Dad will take the baby-sitter home. On the way, he'll jump the baby-sitter's bones, and he'll catch the disease. Then when Dad gets home from the baby-sitters, he and Mom will go to bed and have sex, and Mom will catch it. In the morning when Dad goes to work, the Milkman will deliver the milk, have a quickie with Mom and catch the disease, and HE'S the son-of-a-bitch who ran over my FROG!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-2411974287825992804?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2411974287825992804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirty-jokes-19.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2411974287825992804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2411974287825992804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirty-jokes-19.html' title='Dirty Jokes 19'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-2312778700980826600</id><published>2009-08-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:49:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 18</title><content type='html'>A mother is in the kitchen making dinner for her family when her daughter walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mother, where do babies come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother thinks for a few seconds and says, “Well dear, Mommy and Daddy fall in love and get married. One night they go into their bedroom, they kiss and hug and have sex.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter looks puzzled so the mother continues, “That means the daddy puts his penis in the mommy’s vagina. That’s how you get a baby, honey.?" The child seems to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I see, but the other night when I came into your room you had daddy’s penis in your mouth. What do you get when you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jewelry, my dear. Jewelry.?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-2312778700980826600?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2312778700980826600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-joke-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2312778700980826600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2312778700980826600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-joke-18.html' title='Dirty Joke 18'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-1424136819123422471</id><published>2009-08-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:44:00.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 17</title><content type='html'>Here is this guy who really takes care of his body; he lifts weights and jogs five miles every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, he looks into the mirror and admires his body. He notices that he is really sun tanned all over except one part and he decides to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the beach, completely undresses and buries himself in the dand except for the one part sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little old ladies are strolling along the beach and one looks down and says, "There really is no justice in this world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other little old lady says, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first little old lady says, "Look at that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 10 years old, I was afraid of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 20 years old, I was curious about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 30 years old, I enjoyed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 40 years old, I asked for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 50 years old, I paid for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 60 years old, I prayed for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was 70 years old, I forgot about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now that I'm 80, the damned things are growing wild!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-1424136819123422471?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1424136819123422471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-joke-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1424136819123422471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1424136819123422471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-joke-17.html' title='Dirty Joke 17'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-4238103422714671609</id><published>2009-07-19T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:38:00.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 16</title><content type='html'>Dirty IQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I go in I might cause pain. I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. I can fill your hole. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm spread before I'm eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes like to lick my nuts. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard . What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All day long it's in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men and women go down on me. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When You blow me you feel good. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I miss, I hit your bush. It's my job to stuff your box. When I come, it's news. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I offer protection. I get the finger ten times. You use your fingers to get me off. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I'm called a big swinger. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm at least 6 inches long. I leave foamy lubrication when engaged in my job. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a dentist&lt;br /&gt;2. a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;3. peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;4.chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;5. an elevator&lt;br /&gt;6. a nose&lt;br /&gt;7. a newspaper boy&lt;br /&gt;8. a glove&lt;br /&gt;9. a crane&lt;br /&gt;10. a toothbrush, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-4238103422714671609?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4238103422714671609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-joke-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/4238103422714671609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/4238103422714671609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-joke-16.html' title='Dirty Joke 16'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-3336347298390975517</id><published>2009-07-01T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:27:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 15</title><content type='html'>Bad Bernie was in prison for seven years. The day he got out, his wife and son were there to pick him up. He came through the gates and got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he said was, "F.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife turned to him and answered, "E.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the highway, he said, "F.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded simply, "E.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeated, "F.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, "E.F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! Dad!" their son yelled. "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Bernie answered, "Your mother wants to eat first!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-3336347298390975517?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3336347298390975517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-joke-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/3336347298390975517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/3336347298390975517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-joke-15.html' title='Dirty Joke 15'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-1607892702657910467</id><published>2009-06-25T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:25:00.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 14</title><content type='html'>A little boy goes up to his father and asks: "Dad, what's the difference between hypothetical and reality?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father replies: "Well son, I could give you the book definitions, but I feel it could be best to show you by example. Go upstairs and ask your mother if she'd have sex with the mailman for $500,000." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes and asks his mother: "Mom, would you have sex with the mailman for $500,000?" The mother replies: "Hell yes I would!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy returns to his father: "Dad, she said 'Hell yes I would!'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father then says: "Okay, now go and ask your older sister if she'd have sex with her principal for $500,000." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy asks his sister: "Would you have sex with your principal for $500,000?" The sister replies: "Hell yes I would!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returns to his father: "Dad, she said 'Hell yes I would!'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father answers: "Okay son, here's the deal: Hypothetically, we're millionaires, but in reality, we're just living with a couple of whores."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-1607892702657910467?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1607892702657910467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1607892702657910467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1607892702657910467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-14.html' title='Dirty Joke 14'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-8146034817957439099</id><published>2009-06-16T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:15:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 13</title><content type='html'>A professor of mathematics sent a fax to his wife. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear wife, You must realize that you are 54 years old and I have certain needs which you are no longer able to satisfy. I am otherwise happy with you as a wife, and I sincerely hope you will not be hurt or offended to learn that by the time you receive this letter, I will be at the Grand Hotel with my 18-year-old teaching assistant. I'll be home before midnight. - Your Husband"&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the hotel, there was a faxed letter waiting for him that read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Husband. You too are 54 years old, and by the time you receive this, I will be at the Breakwater Hotel with the 18-year-old pool boy. Being the brilliant mathematician that you are, you can easily appreciate the fact that 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. Don't wait up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-8146034817957439099?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8146034817957439099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/8146034817957439099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/8146034817957439099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-13.html' title='Dirty Joke 13'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-7679703747970161397</id><published>2009-06-12T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:12:00.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 12</title><content type='html'>A young boy was looking through the family album and asked his mother, "Who's this guy on the beach with you with all the muscles and curly hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's your father."&lt;br /&gt;"Then who's that old bald-headed fat man who lives with us now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-7679703747970161397?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7679703747970161397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/7679703747970161397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/7679703747970161397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-12.html' title='Dirty Joke 12'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-4249151758881562952</id><published>2009-06-09T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:09:00.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 11</title><content type='html'>It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, "I'll be 16 tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," said the butcher with a smile, "I've been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she'll get, and watch the expression on her face."&lt;br /&gt;When the boy arrived home he told his mother. &lt;br /&gt;The woman nodded and said, "Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-4249151758881562952?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4249151758881562952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/4249151758881562952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/4249151758881562952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-11.html' title='Dirty Joke 11'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-1980885599441632616</id><published>2009-06-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:07:00.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 10</title><content type='html'>One day a little boy woke up and sat down at the table expecting breakfast. However, his mother says, "You don't get any breakfast until you do your chores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pissed off, the boy goes out to do his chores. When he goes to milk the cow, he kicks it. When he goes to get eggs he kicks a chicken, and when he goes to feed the pigs, he kicks a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little boy sits down his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. "Where is the bacon, eggs and milk?" asks the little boy. His mother replies, "I saw you kick the cow, so you don't get any milk; I saw you kick a chicken so you don't get eggs; and I saw you kick a pig so you don't get any bacon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she finishes saying this, the boy's father comes down the stairs and kicks the cat. The little boy looks up at his mother and asks, "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-1980885599441632616?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1980885599441632616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1980885599441632616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1980885599441632616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-10.html' title='Dirty Joke 10'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-7142901480776621893</id><published>2009-06-03T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:01:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 9</title><content type='html'>Bedroom Golf Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Each player shall furnish his own equipment for play. Normally one club and two (2) balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Play on a course must be approved by the owner of the holes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Owner of the course must approve the equipment before may begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For most effective play, the club must have a firm shaft. Course owners are permitted to check the shaft stiffness before play begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Course owners reserve the right to restrict the shaft length to avoid any damage to the course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Unlike outdoor golf, the goal is to get the club into the hole, while keeping the balls out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The object of the game is to take as many strokes as deemed necessary until the course owner is satisfied that play is complete. Failure to do so may result in being denied permission to play the course in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately upon arrival at the course. The experienced player will normally take time to admire the entire course with special attention being given to the well formed bunkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Players are cautioned not to mention other courses they may have played or currently playing to the owner of the course being played. Upset course owners have been known to damage a players equipment for this reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Players should assure themselves that their match has been properly scheduled, particularly when a new course is being played for the first time. Previous players have been known to become irate if they discover someone else playing what they consider to be a private course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Players should not assume a course is in shape for play at all times. Some players may be embarrassed if they find the course to be temporarily under repair. Players are advised to be extremely tactful in this situation. More advanced players will find alternate means of play when this is the case. Players are encouraged to have proper rain gear along, just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Players are advised to obtain the course owners permission before attempting to play the back nine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Slow play is encouraged, however, players should be prepared to proceed at a quicker pace, at least temporarily, at the request of the course owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is considered outstanding performance, time permitting, to play the same hole several times in one match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The course owner will be the sole judge as to who is the best player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Players are advised to think twice before considering membership at a given course. Additional assessments may be levied by the course owner, and the rules are subject to change. For this reason many players prefer to continue to play several different courses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-7142901480776621893?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7142901480776621893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/7142901480776621893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/7142901480776621893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-joke-9.html' title='Dirty Joke 9'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-5623815955925409499</id><published>2009-05-31T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:58:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 8</title><content type='html'>The Dean of Women at an exclusive girls' school was lecturing her students on sexual morality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live today in very difficult times for young people. In moments of temptation," she said, "ask yourself just one question: Is an hour of pleasure worth a lifetime of shame?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman rose in the back of the room and said, "Excuse me, but how do you make it last an hour?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-5623815955925409499?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5623815955925409499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/5623815955925409499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/5623815955925409499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-8.html' title='Dirty Joke 8'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-1099989008503985173</id><published>2009-05-31T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:47:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 7</title><content type='html'>A boy decided to have a dinner with his girlfriend parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. The pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex.&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down. 10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your father was a pharmacist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-1099989008503985173?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1099989008503985173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1099989008503985173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/1099989008503985173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-7.html' title='Dirty Joke 7'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-5543311812834154102</id><published>2009-05-31T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:43:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 6</title><content type='html'>There are four kinds of sex :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE SEX - When you are newly married and have sex all over the house in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEDROOM SEX - After you have been married for a while, you only have sex in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALL SEX - After you've been married for many, many years you just pass each other in the hall and say "FUCK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTROOM SEX - When your wife and her lawyer fuck you in the divorce court in front of many people for every penny you've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-5543311812834154102?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5543311812834154102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/5543311812834154102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/5543311812834154102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-6.html' title='Dirty Joke 6'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-190879347198780666</id><published>2009-05-31T15:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:34:22.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 5</title><content type='html'>There was an elderly man who wanted to make his younger wife pregnant. So, he went to the doctor to have a sperm count done. The doctor told him to take a specimen cup home, fill it, and bring it back the next day. The elderly man came back the next day and the specimen cup was empty and the lid was on it. Doctor: What was the problem? Elderly man: Well, you I tried with my right hand...nothing. So, I tried with my left hand...nothing. My wife tried with her right hand...nothing. Her left hand...nothing. Her mouth...nothing. Then my wife's friend tried. Right hand, left hand, mouth....still nothing. Doctor: Wait a minute. You mean your wife's friend too?! Elderly man: Yeah, and we still couldn't get the lid off of the specimen cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-190879347198780666?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/190879347198780666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/190879347198780666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/190879347198780666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-5.html' title='Dirty Joke 5'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-2624895662770881279</id><published>2009-05-31T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:34:46.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 4</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between an oral thermometer and a &lt;br /&gt;rectal thermometer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-2624895662770881279?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2624895662770881279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-difference-between-oral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2624895662770881279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/2624895662770881279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-difference-between-oral.html' title='Dirty Joke 4'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-289270909018386747</id><published>2009-05-21T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:56:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;One morning a woman was walking out of her front door, when she notices a strange little man at the bottom of her garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a goblin," she says, "I caught you and you owe me three wishes!". So the goblin replies "OK, you caught me fair and square, what's your first wish?". The woman stops and thinks for a second, "I want a huge mansion to live in.", goblins replies "OK, you've got it.". Woman again thinks it over, "My second wish is a Mercedes." "OK, you've got that too." "My last wish is a million dollars!". The goblin then says "OK, you've got it. But to make your wishes come true you have to have sex all night with me." "OK then, if that's what it takes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning the little man wakes the woman up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me," says the man, "how old are you?" "I'm 27", she replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck me", says the man, "27 and you still believe in goblins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-289270909018386747?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/289270909018386747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/289270909018386747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/289270909018386747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-3.html' title='Dirty Joke 3'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-578210188129052964</id><published>2009-05-21T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:54:53.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Joke 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, Well never forget you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-578210188129052964?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/578210188129052964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/578210188129052964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/578210188129052964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-2.html' title='Dirty Joke 2'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874502040806892692.post-403264785037624021</id><published>2009-05-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:39:30.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty joke 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:12px;"&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874502040806892692-403264785037624021?l=wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/403264785037624021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/403264785037624021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874502040806892692/posts/default/403264785037624021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-dirty-jokes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-joke-1.html' title='dirty joke 1'/><author><name>reaper8181 artwork</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09465542698648027564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1GM7VDiWKE/SM_PTgZTW0I/AAAAAAAAADI/AVn9MZO_pWM/S220/303378_pm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
