<?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-32618657</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:10:08.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs......Dude</title><subtitle type='html'>If you are looking for good clean humor, then you've come to the right place.

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It's Free!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Go ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get down with your bad self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3860312178300958618?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3860312178300958618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3860312178300958618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3860312178300958618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3860312178300958618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-know-how-to-boogie.html' title='We Know How to Boogie!!'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-835978247561572858</id><published>2007-11-17T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:56:41.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me and God.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A question has arisen lately asking people why they go to church and what made them choose the one they attend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, grab yourself some chocolate, buckle your seatbelt and enjoy the ride…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been going to church since I was two weeks old. My mother played the piano and sang in the choir, my father led the worship music and my grandfather was the pastor. In my family, once you are too old for the nursery, you’re in church. My brother, my cousins and I all sat in the second pew so mom could keep an eye on us (the front pew was for people who came forward during the invitation). Knowing that the entire congregation was behind us and possibly watching, we tried to look as cool as we could. It was your typical small town Southern Baptist church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandfather retired from the ministry and when I was five years old, he passed away. When I was six, my parents divorced and my mom remarried when I was eight. So up until the age of eight, my entire world consisted of our small neighborhood and our little church. We stayed at that church even after grandpa died and after dad left because it was our church “home”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My step-dad was a construction engineer, so we moved a lot. Every few years, once the particular construction job was finished, we would pack up and move to the next one. Every place we moved, we would find a new church “home”. But it was never the same. I met a lot of interesting people and lived in some nice places and made some new friends, but I never experienced the feeling of “home”. It is hard to put down roots when you know you will move away in another year or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been said that you can’t go home again. That is especially true if you hadn’t actually had a place you could call “home”. My parents moved twice while I was away at college so when I went home for the holidays I felt more like a guest in someone else’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Growing up this way I had to learn a few things for myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;: Home is where you hang your heart. You have no idea how many lives you may touch every day, so make the most out of where God puts you (after all, He’s the one in control, right?). A house isn’t a home without the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt;: Church is about people and has nothing to do with the building or the name on the sign out front. In just about all of the different places I’ve lived, I’ve been approached by someone who said, “You’re a Christian, aren’t you?” I’ve been both flattered and ashamed at those times. Flattered because someone thought they saw Christ in me enough to ask, and ashamed because if they really knew me deep inside, would they still bother to ask? I’ve found that the children of the Most High God seem to be drawn to each other. I hope I am never regarded by anyone as, “Oh, he’s a Christian? Gee, I never would have known.”The biggest testimony to your faith is YOU, and how you life your life every day (how you treat others).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt;: God loves me and has a plan for my life. That statement is so easy to make and yet so easily confusing to so many people. God loves me, I get that. But He has a plan for my life? Really? How do I know what that is? The truth to that is that you may never actually realize it. Unless of course, you take the time to examine your life and try to figure it out. To me, that just isn’t important. I know that a lot of people, pastors included, will disagree with me on this and that’s okay. (If you do know God's purpose for you, then great. If not, don't sweat it). I just don’t see the point in wasting my time trying to figure out what God’s plan is for my life. My reason for this is quite simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For it is God's will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish men. Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as servants of God.” (1 Peter 2:15-16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many, many years ago I realized I was living my life for me and not for God. Each time I felt God calling me to serve Him in some way, I made excuses as to why I couldn’t do it. Believe me, I came up with some really great reasons why I couldn’t possibly be the right one for the task. While at a Men’s Retreat one weekend, I realized I had been missing out on so many blessings. A wise man once told me that, “&lt;em&gt;Excuses only sound good to those who make them&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided right then to do things differently. One on one with God, I told Him, &lt;em&gt;“My answer is ‘Yes’, now what’s the question?”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life has never been the same. Wherever He leads me, I will go. Whatever He calls me to do, I will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having said all that, you should know that I had not felt I was “home” until I moved here. I had never been to Indiana before, and I didn’t know anyone here, but I believe with all my heart that this is where God has called me to be. I have friends here that love me and hold me accountable. I have brothers in Christ who call me just because I crossed their minds and just wanted to say hello. My wife’s family accepted me from day one and show God’s unconditional love for me and my kids. Just a little bit of love goes a long way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for the first time I can remember, I feel I have a real church home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nvcl.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Northview Christian Life Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is my church home. I feel loved here. I feel I belong here. I feel I am “Home” here. But it isn’t the building, or the name, or the programs that make me feel this way. It is the people.From the moment you walk through the doors, several people will greet you and do their best to make you feel welcome. Don’t worry, you won’t get mobbed, just loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are genuinely happy to see you and they are truly glad you are there. They don’t want your money and no one will ask you to join a group or to volunteer for any of the many programs going on. They will let you know about the many things available to you at Northview and that you are welcome to be a part of whatever you choose. The people here only desire to show God’s love to you in a practical way. What you do with it after that is up to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can just show up, sit through the service, get fed (spiritually), and leave without saying a word and that’s okay. Or you can hang around and get to know some rather awesome people. Either way, you will be accepted here and no one will judge you or look down on you, no matter who you are or where you came from. Jesus Christ hung on a cross and paid the price for your sins and mine, and if you are good enough for Jesus, you are good enough for us!Our church’s mission statement is quite simple. “Connecting People with God, Connecting People with People.” It is all about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the ways I serve God in my church is by being the “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trammells.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-call-mealpha-dude.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alpha Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;”. Alpha Dude is known to be funny and smart and silly and entertaining for the children of the adults that attend the Alpha program. Alpha Dude gives the kids (pre-school through sixth grade) the same lesson the adults are getting, just on a level that the kids can understand and enjoy. It is a great job and I have an absolute blast doing it! God has shown me what a blessing it is working those kids, even though it used to scare the bejeebers out of me working with small children. Honestly, I used to be rather intimated by little kids. I don’t know why. But God said to do it so I did it and it is an incredible blessing!During one of the lessons, I told the kids how God is the best friend they could ever have. One little girl asked me if God was really my best friend, and I replied, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Dude! Me and God are like this!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while holding up my hand with the first two fingers crossed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shortly after that, I saw a picture on the internet of a friend of mine that had that on a t-shirt. I thought it was the kind of shirt that Alpha Dude would wear and would go perfectly with the blue jeans and Hawaiian shirt. I searched high and low for one just like it and could not find one. So I designed and made my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133915291275810354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rz9Uwbtw1jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5a-GhAVNBpo/s200/Blue+Shirt+-+me+and+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My son wanted one so I ordered one for him and he wore it to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RzpXl1a1q-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/UKHHnhEPL9c/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Several people asked where he got it and how they too could get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During all of this, our church introduced a program called &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rz9TOLtw1fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mTaqh5cZbLg/s1600-h/nextchapterlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133913603353662962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rz9TOLtw1fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mTaqh5cZbLg/s200/nextchapterlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvcl.org/templates/cusnorthview/details.asp?id=28074&amp;amp;PID=484582&amp;amp;Style="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvcl.org/templates/cusnorthview/details.asp?id=28074&amp;amp;PID=484582&amp;amp;Style="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God has really blessed our church and it is growing. It is growing so much, in fact, that we are running out of room for all the people. Saturday evening services aren’t too bad yet, but Sunday morning services are full and we can’t stand the thought of ever telling anyone that we don’t have a place for them to sit. So we’re going to build a bigger building. We simply have no choice. The church is expanding and we need a bigger facility for the church to meet. After all, the church is the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvcl.org/templates/cusnorthview/details.asp?id=28074&amp;amp;PID=477517"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Next Chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; involves raising the necessary funds to construct the new building. So far, God is showing He will provide and my wife and I would like to be able to contribute more than we are able. Can you see where this going? We already give as much as we can of our time and finances, but desire to do more.Here’s how you can help. Just visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and buy a shirt (or ten or twenty). All of the proceeds will go to The Next Chapter building campaign. All of it. One hundred percent (100%). And how much do I get? Absolutely nothing. Zero. Nada. It ALL goes to the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please visit the website. You can find shirts, sweatshirts, clocks, mouse pads, pillows, baby clothes, coffee mugs, tote bags, just about anything you like, to show the world that God is number one in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/doing_life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These items make for great Christmas gifts. I’ve already purchased a bunch of them for my own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you and may God Bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-835978247561572858?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://trammells.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-god.html' title='me and God.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/835978247561572858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=835978247561572858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/835978247561572858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/835978247561572858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-god.html' title='me and God.....'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rz9Uwbtw1jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5a-GhAVNBpo/s72-c/Blue+Shirt+-+me+and+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3734668741693786697</id><published>2007-08-23T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:18:17.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God was busy</title><content type='html'>A United States Marine was attending college courses between assignments.  He had completed missions in Iraq and  Afghanistan . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the professor shocked the class when he came in.  He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform.  I'll give you exactly 15 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture room fell silent.  You could hear a pin drop.  Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God.  I'm still waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold. The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you?  Why did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting America 's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3734668741693786697?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3734668741693786697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3734668741693786697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3734668741693786697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3734668741693786697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-was-busy.html' title='God was busy'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-678791592020391864</id><published>2007-08-06T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:13:43.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If at first you don't succeed, sky diving is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.  Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A closed mouth gathers no foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Duct tape is like 'The Force.' It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-678791592020391864?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/678791592020391864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=678791592020391864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/678791592020391864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/678791592020391864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/08/zen.html' title='Zen ??'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3917486266009533485</id><published>2007-07-15T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:26:41.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning, put on my shirt, and a button fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I opened the dresser drawer, and a knob fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I picked up my briefcase, and the handle fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am afraid to go to the bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3917486266009533485?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3917486266009533485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3917486266009533485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3917486266009533485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3917486266009533485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-2841614643115857539</id><published>2007-06-30T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:33:57.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules for Success</title><content type='html'>There are two rules for success in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't tell people everything you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-2841614643115857539?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/2841614643115857539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=2841614643115857539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/2841614643115857539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/2841614643115857539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/06/rules.html' title='Rules for Success'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3673263636828681770</id><published>2007-06-08T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:06:47.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Yer (my) Sign...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rmmia3tj-OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Sll2-kex6i0/s1600-h/Good+with+Math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073765037724924130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rmmia3tj-OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Sll2-kex6i0/s400/Good+with+Math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3673263636828681770?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3673263636828681770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3673263636828681770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3673263636828681770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3673263636828681770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-yer-my-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s Yer (my) Sign...'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rmmia3tj-OI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Sll2-kex6i0/s72-c/Good+with+Math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3756234086012914364</id><published>2007-05-31T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:42:56.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rl9BE9DNRXI/AAAAAAAAACs/M067t-3vsQ0/s1600-h/Fart+Monkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070843258805765490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rl9BE9DNRXI/AAAAAAAAACs/M067t-3vsQ0/s400/Fart+Monkey.bmp" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3756234086012914364?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3756234086012914364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3756234086012914364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3756234086012914364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3756234086012914364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.......'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/Rl9BE9DNRXI/AAAAAAAAACs/M067t-3vsQ0/s72-c/Fart+Monkey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-4525981916669212250</id><published>2007-05-12T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:16:11.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoring.......Maybe?</title><content type='html'>In honor of &lt;a href="http://jasonfortheloveofgod.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-to-know.html"&gt;That Chick Over There&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RkZzaoz4z_I/AAAAAAAAACk/RppqmqrrhvE/s1600-h/Two+Little+Old+Ladies....bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063861732493545458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 606px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="471" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RkZzaoz4z_I/AAAAAAAAACk/RppqmqrrhvE/s400/Two+Little+Old+Ladies....bmp" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry Chick, but sometimes you just inspire me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-4525981916669212250?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/4525981916669212250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=4525981916669212250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/4525981916669212250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/4525981916669212250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/05/snoringmaybe.html' title='Snoring.......Maybe?'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RkZzaoz4z_I/AAAAAAAAACk/RppqmqrrhvE/s72-c/Two+Little+Old+Ladies....bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-6355747716045940646</id><published>2007-05-03T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:46:03.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins…??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The other day my neighbor, who is blonde, came running up to me in the driveway just jumping for joy!  I didn't know why she was jumping for joy.  I thought, what the heck, and I starting jumping up and down along with her. She said, 'I have some really great news!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Great.  Tell me why you're so happy.' She stopped jumping and, breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me that she was pregnant! I knew that she had been trying for a while so I told her, 'That's great!  I couldn't be happier for you!' Then she said, 'There's more.' I asked, 'What do you mean 'more'?'                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Well, we are not having just one baby.  We are going to have twins!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at how she could know so soon after getting pregnant, I asked her how she knew.  She said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (You're going to love this!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”That was the easy part. I went to Wal-Mart and they actually had a home pregnancy kit in a twin-pack.  Both tests came out positive!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-6355747716045940646?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/6355747716045940646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=6355747716045940646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/6355747716045940646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/6355747716045940646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/05/twins.html' title='Twins…??'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-5169684545913728265</id><published>2007-04-24T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:40:49.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a very wealthy Texas millionaire who lived in a giant mansion in the middle of his cattle ranch. He owned dozens of expensive cars, a yacht and even a full size airplane with his picture painted on the side. Every once in a while, this millionaire would hold lavish dinner parties and invite anyone who would come. People hated his constant bragging about his possessions but would attend these dinner parties because the food, drinks and entertainment were so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of the evening during these dinner parties, the millionaire would gather his guests around his Olympic size pool in which he kept a man eating shark. He would always make the following challenge. He would say, “If there’s anyone here man enough to swim across this here pool, I’ll give one of three things. I’ll give him either one million dollars, or, 25 percent share in my cattle business, or, the hand of my beautiful daughter in marriage.” One evening, just as he finished giving this challenge, there was a splash in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned to see a man still dressed in his dinner jacket swimming as fast as he could across the pool. He got out just in time as the shark barely missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around the pool began to cheer and shout. Once the noise died down, the millionaire said, “I’m a man of my word. What do you want? The million dollars?”&lt;br /&gt;The man who swam across the pool, still out of breath said, “No, I don’t want the million dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh”, said the millionaire, “Perhaps you want 25 percent of my cattle business.”&lt;br /&gt;The swimmer said, “No, I don’t want that.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well then!” said the millionaire, “You want to marry my daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to marry your daughter.” said the man.&lt;br /&gt;“Well what in the world do you want son?” said the millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I want” said the man, “is... the name of the person that pushed me in that pool!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-5169684545913728265?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/5169684545913728265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=5169684545913728265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/5169684545913728265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/5169684545913728265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/04/shark.html' title='The Shark'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-4543714543770214124</id><published>2007-04-17T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:48:50.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Engineer Bashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A boy was crossing the road one day when a frog called out to him and said, “If you’ll kiss me, I’ll turn into a beautiful princess”.  He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, “If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week.”  The boy took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then cried out, “If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I’ll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want.”  Again, the boy took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the frog asked, “What is the matter?  I’ve told you I’m a beautiful princess, that I’ll stay with you for a week and do anything you want.  Why won’t you kiss me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy said, “Look, I’m an engineer.  I don’t have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-4543714543770214124?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/4543714543770214124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=4543714543770214124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/4543714543770214124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/4543714543770214124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-engineer-bashing.html' title='Some Engineer Bashing'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-5461825118505972258</id><published>2007-04-12T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:44:00.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Junior had just completed a course in statics and dynamics. He had learned that in equilibrium Sigma F (sum of all forces) = 0 and that F=MA, and armed with all his new knowledge got a summer job as an assistant to a building inspector on a construction project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One evening after the workers had gone home, Junior found some bricks that should have been removed, up on the third floor. He decided that rather than bother the workers, he would remove them himself. The elevator shaft had a wooden barrel tied to a rope over a pulley suspended overhead. From the ground floor, Junior raised the barrel to the third floor landing and tied the rope at the ground floor level. He then climbed up, put all the bricks in the barrel, and returned to the ground floor. At this point, he forgot that in order for equilibrium to exist, Sigma F must equal zero. He untied the rope and, before he had time to think, he was 10 feet off the floor. He continued up the shaft as the barrel of bricks came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second floor, Junior and the barrel of bricks met. Considerable skin was scraped off and a few predictable exclamations issued forth. Junior continued up and the bricks went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all this time, F = MA, and by the time the bricks reached the floor, the velocity was quite high. The acceleration, in a negative sense, was tremendous upon hitting the concrete floor. In fact, F = MA was so great that it knocked the bottom out of the wooden barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the forces were unbalanced, and Junior came back down the shaft. Once again they met in the middle, with more scraped skin and more flowery language, but this time F = MA was so high that Junior dropped the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the forces were unbalanced. The barrel fell down and hit Junior on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior wrote to his accident insurance company citing four accidents: One going up, one coming down, one when he hit the bricks, and one when the barrel hit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-5461825118505972258?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/5461825118505972258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=5461825118505972258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/5461825118505972258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/5461825118505972258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/04/junior-engineer.html' title='Junior Engineer'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-2755609216468786216</id><published>2007-03-24T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:54:57.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Hurts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RgXWLq4f-8I/AAAAAAAAABg/0EM8F8x_sOQ/s1600-h/Caution.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045674453516680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RgXWLq4f-8I/AAAAAAAAABg/0EM8F8x_sOQ/s320/Caution.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-2755609216468786216?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/2755609216468786216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=2755609216468786216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/2755609216468786216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/2755609216468786216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/03/truth-hurts.html' title='The Truth Hurts....'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RgXWLq4f-8I/AAAAAAAAABg/0EM8F8x_sOQ/s72-c/Caution.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3473876995419723169</id><published>2007-03-09T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:01:21.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to 2007 State of Indiana Professional Engineers Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Calculate the smallest limb diameter on a persimmon tree that will support a 10-pound possum. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trick question: possums don't climb trees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Which of the following cars will rust out the quickest when placed on blocks in your front yard? 66 Ford Fairlane, 69 Chevrolet Chevelle, 64 Pontiac GTO. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Pontiac since it's oldest. (Duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. If your uncle builds a still that operates at a capacity of 20 gallons of shine per hour, how many car radiators are necessary to condense the product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(20 gal/hour) / (2 gal/hour/radiator) = 10 car radiators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A woodcutter has a chain saw that operates at 2700 rpm. The density of the pine trees in a plot to be harvested is 470 per acre. The plot is 2.3 acres in size. The average tree diameter is 14 inches. How many Budweiser’s will it take to cut the trees? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 beer per tree = 1081 beers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If every old refrigerator in the state vented a charge of R-12 simultaneously, what would be the decrease in the ozone layer? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Who cares, ain't nobody but tree huggers gonna worry anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A front porch is constructed of 2x8 pine on 24-inch centers with a field rock foundation. The span is 8 feet and the porch length is 16 feet. The porch floor is 1-inch rough sawn pine. When the porch collapses, how many hound dogs will be killed? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;0, the dogs sleep in the trailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A man owns an Indianapolis house and 3.7 acres of land in a hollow with an average slope of 15%. The man has 5 children. Can each of the children place a mobile home on the man's land? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A 2-ton truck is overloaded and proceeding 900 yards down a steep grade on a secondary road at 45 mph. The brakes fail. Given the average traffic on secondary roads, what are the chances that it will strike a vehicle that has a muffler? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;50% (assuming a cherry bomb counts as a muffler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A coalmine operates a NFPA Class 1, Division 2 Hazardous Area. The mine employs 120 miners per shift. A gas warning is issued at the beginning of 3rd shift. How many cartons of unfiltered Camels will be smoked during the shift? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3 packs per shift/miner = 360 packs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. At a reduction in gene pool variability rate of 7.5% per generation, how long will it take a town that has been bypassed by the interstate to breed a country-western singer? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another trick question, its dependent on whether any of the family move to nashville as young'ens or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case anyone doubts those answers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RfGgAzpGOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/7IURYE5OYsQ/s1600-h/Wall+Cert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039985393727322722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RfGgAzpGOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/7IURYE5OYsQ/s320/Wall+Cert.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3473876995419723169?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3473876995419723169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3473876995419723169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3473876995419723169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3473876995419723169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/03/answers-to-2007-state-of-indiana.html' title='Answers to 2007 State of Indiana Professional Engineers Exam'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qtWlD2secs8/RfGgAzpGOmI/AAAAAAAAABY/7IURYE5OYsQ/s72-c/Wall+Cert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-3008362882820617082</id><published>2007-03-02T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:41:21.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 State of Indiana Professional Engineers Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Calculate the smallest limb diameter on a persimmon tree that will support a 10-pound possum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Which of the following cars will rust out the quickest when placed on blocks in your front yard? 66 Ford Fairlane, 69 Chevrolet Chevelle, 64 Pontiac GTO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. If your uncle builds a still that operates at a capacity of 20 gallons of shine per hour, how many car radiators are necessary to condense the product? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. A woodcutter has a chain saw that operates at 2700 rpm. The density of the pine trees in a plot to be harvested is 470 per acre. The plot is 2.3 acres in size. The average tree diameter is 14 inches. How many Budweiser’s will it take to cut the trees? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. If every old refrigerator in the state vented a charge of R-12 simultaneously, what would be the decrease in the ozone layer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. A front porch is constructed of 2x8 pine on 24-inch centers with a field rock foundation. The span is 8 feet and the porch length is 16 feet. The porch floor is 1-inch rough sawn pine. When the porch collapses, how many hound dogs will be killed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. A man owns an Indianapolis house and 3.7 acres of land in a hollow with an average slope of 15%. The man has 5 children. Can each of the children place a mobile home on the man's land? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. A 2-ton truck is overloaded and proceeding 900 yards down a steep grade on a secondary road at 45 mph. The brakes fail. Given the average traffic on secondary roads, what are the chances that it will strike a vehicle that has a muffler? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. A coalmine operates a NFPA Class 1, Division 2 Hazardous Area. The mine employs 120 miners per shift. A gas warning is issued at the beginning of 3rd shift. How many cartons of unfiltered Camels will be smoked during the shift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. At a reduction in gene pool variability rate of 7.5% per generation, how long will it take a town that has been bypassed by the interstate to breed a country-western singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-3008362882820617082?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/3008362882820617082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=3008362882820617082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3008362882820617082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/3008362882820617082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/03/2007-state-of-indiana-professional.html' title='2007 State of Indiana Professional Engineers Exam'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-919529206945628202</id><published>2007-02-20T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:05:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Before You Eat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Four-year-old Jason was visiting his grandparents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grandpa was in his study intently reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jason walked in carrying a peach, said something Grandpa didn't catch, and handed the peach to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking his wife had sent him a snack, Grandpa took it and ate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just as he swallowed the last bite, Jason, with lip quivering, said, "But, Pap, I didn't want you to eat it. I just wanted you to get the worm out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-919529206945628202?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/919529206945628202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=919529206945628202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/919529206945628202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/919529206945628202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-before-you-eat.html' title='Look Before You Eat...'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-9104337776393687128</id><published>2007-02-05T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:15:16.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diesel Fitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Billy Bob and Rufus worked together in an Alabama clothing factory and both were laid off, so they went to the unemployment office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When asked his occupation, Billy Bob said "Panty Stitcher..... I sew elastic into ladies cotton panties".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... The clerk looked up "Panty Stitcher" and it was listed as unskilled labor, so she put him down for $300 a week unemployment pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She asked Rufus his occupation and he said, "Diesel Fitter", which was listed as a skilled job.... She put him down for $600 a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...When Billy Bob found out he was furious!  He stormed back into the office to find out why his co-worker got twice the money......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The clerk explained, "Panty Stitchers are unskilled, and Diesel Fitters are skilled labor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What skill?" yelled Billy Bob. "I sew the elastic on the panties and Rufus puts 'em over his head and says, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diesel fitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"....!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-9104337776393687128?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/9104337776393687128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=9104337776393687128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/9104337776393687128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/9104337776393687128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/02/diesel-fitter.html' title='Diesel Fitter'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-6299870408815524091</id><published>2007-01-17T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:14:30.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Drink and Drive......Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John Smith was pulled over for driving erratically, but just as of&amp;shy;ficers began administering a breath test, there was an accident on the other side of the freeway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The policeman ordered John to wait and ran across the street, but John immediately drove home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few hours later, Mrs. Smith found two officers at her door.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John came out of the bedroom faking a cough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When asked if he’d been pulled over for a highway citation, he replied, “Oh, no I’ve been home sick all day.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When they asked to see his car, John confidently walked out to the garage thinking, “It’s been hours, the engine is cool, and I’m totally going to get away with this!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He threw open the garage door, and there in the garage was the patrol car with the lights still flashing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The ways of the Lord are right; the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them." - Hosea 14:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-6299870408815524091?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/6299870408815524091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=6299870408815524091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/6299870408815524091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/6299870408815524091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-drink-and-drivereally.html' title='Don&apos;t Drink and Drive......Really!'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-115768149693960447</id><published>2006-09-07T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:11:36.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then...skydiving is definitely not for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-115768149693960447?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/115768149693960447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=115768149693960447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115768149693960447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115768149693960447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed.........'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-115560702414284997</id><published>2006-08-14T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:57:04.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God and His Children....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever your kids are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God's omnipotence did not extend to his kids.&lt;br /&gt;After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing God said to them was: "Don't."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't what?" Adam asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't eat the forbidden fruit," said God.&lt;br /&gt;"Forbidden fruit? Really? Where is it?" Adam and Eve both asked, jumping up and down excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;"It's over there," said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making the elephants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, God saw the kids having an apple break, and he was very angry.&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" the first parent asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh", replied Adam.&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you do it?" God asked exasperatedly.&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno," Adam answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD'S PUNISHMENT was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the pattern was set, and it has never changed. But there is a reassurance in this story. If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give your children wisdom, and they haven't taken it, don't be so hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If GOD had trouble handling his children, what makes you think it should be a piece of cake for YOU??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-115560702414284997?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/115560702414284997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=115560702414284997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115560702414284997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115560702414284997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-and-his-children.html' title='God and His Children....'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32618657.post-115539384847162981</id><published>2006-08-12T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:44:08.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome.......Enjoy the show.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey dudes! How are you all doin'?  My name is &lt;strong&gt;ALPHA DUDE&lt;/strong&gt;!   But you can call me...&lt;strong&gt;ALPHA DUDE!&lt;/strong&gt;  I am a part of the Alpha Course ministry at Northview Christian Life Church, in Carmel, Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about being Alpha Dude is the people.  It is a fun job that doesn’t involve any heavy lifting and I get to have a lot of fun.  But it is mostly about people, both children and adults alike.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being Alpha Dude, I get to have fun, act silly and tell jokes.  I will tell jokes to anyone who will listen.  I like to make people laugh, or at least smile.  I don’t care if people are laughing with me or at me.  As long as they are laughing, that means they are experiencing at least the slightest bit of joy, even if only for a moment.  I know it isn’t my job to make people happy, but I try to at least make them feel good while I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’ve learned since I was asked to be the Alpha Dude, is that people like to laugh.  They also to share their own bits of humor with me as well.  Also, the Alpha Director likes to open each session with a joke.  Some of them are actually funny (and some are not).  I’ve tried my best to only include the funny ones here.   Not everyone is going to laugh at every joke in this book, and that’s okay.  (this is taken from the introduction in "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Official Alpha Dude Joke Book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks goes out to my wonderful wife Catherine, for putting up with my silliness.  Someone once asked my wife if I suffered from mental illness.  She simply replied, “Oh heavens no, he enjoys it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d also like to extend my appreciation to my big brother, Rick Lindsey, who established the “Scott Trammell Project” to insure that I don’t tell any joke more than once, and that the ones I do share are actually funny.  If, for some reason, I do not adhere to this criteria, I get punched in the arm.  Rick has enlisted several rather large and strong fellows to assist in this effort.  I have learned a lot through this experience, and lucky for me, I learn quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, sit back and enjoy the ride.  If you like what you see here, share the joy.  If you don’t, then please don’t tell Rick, I’m not sure I could survive the beating.  “The joy of the Lord is my Strength”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you are looking for dirty jokes, you've come to the wrong place.  These jokes and stories are clean, and a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by...........&lt;em&gt;Dudes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32618657-115539384847162981?l=just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/feeds/115539384847162981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32618657&amp;postID=115539384847162981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115539384847162981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32618657/posts/default/115539384847162981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-for-laughs-dude.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcomeenjoy-show.html' title='Welcome.......Enjoy the show.....'/><author><name>Alpha Dude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTo3rJwmehg/TuEbImgcPkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/H9lxf-tRNNg/s220/Alpha%2BDude%2BLogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
