<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280</id><updated>2009-07-27T09:07:14.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday to Friday Distractions</title><subtitle type='html'>Replacing spamming my friends with posting a blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114959524401848490</id><published>2006-06-06T21:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:00:44.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>funny ... but not pretty!</title><summary type='text'>                              </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114959524401848490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114959524401848490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959524401848490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959524401848490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Simply stand next to the\nobject you wish to view.\n\n\nAlways poo at work. Not only will you save</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114959338126241467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114959338126241467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959338126241467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959338126241467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/handy-hints.html' title='Handy Hints ...'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114959303968666042</id><published>2006-06-06T21:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:12:58.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>throw out your cacti!</title><summary type='text'>[It hardly needs to be said that the tale is completely untrue. Most types of tarantula live in underground burrows while a few live in trees.  However, there is no record of them building nests inside cactus plants. Furthermore, even if spider eggs were laid inside a plant, it certainly would not explode when the eggs hatched.

 Tarantulas are the giants of the spider world.  Given their size </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114959303968666042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114959303968666042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959303968666042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114959303968666042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/throw-out-your-cacti.html' title='throw out your cacti!'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950928148904458</id><published>2006-06-05T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:08:01.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful who you hang up on</title><summary type='text'>For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone!!! Don't take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you DON'T know!!! Now get this.

I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick Hanifin and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950928148904458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950928148904458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950928148904458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950928148904458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/careful-who-you-hang-up-on.html' title='Careful who you hang up on'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950907232319003</id><published>2006-06-05T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:04:32.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pics</title><summary type='text'> 
    
    
    
    
    
    
      
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
  
    
    
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The other two ask him, "Why are you so happy?"
"Well last night I had the best sex in my life with my wife. I hid my pistol cocked and loaded under the pillow. When I was about to cum I fired a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950891847175393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950891847175393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950891847175393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950891847175393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/sex-advice.html' title='Sex Advice'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950880853634699</id><published>2006-06-05T21:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:00:08.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry or Prose</title><summary type='text'>Poetry or Prose The third-grade teacher was teaching English and repeated for her class:
"Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow,And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go."
She explained this was an example of poetry, but could be changed to prose by changing the last line from "the lamb was sure to go" to "the lamb went with her."
A few days later, she asked for an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950880853634699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950880853634699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950880853634699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950880853634699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/poetry-or-prose.html' title='Poetry or Prose'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950875367660228</id><published>2006-06-05T21:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:59:13.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Banta`s Sex Life</title><summary type='text'>Banta`s Sex Life Banta is sitting in his local bar with his buddies, sharing a beer and bragging about his sex life.
He says, I have great sex with my wife. She's very vocal, she can really rattle the windows, and most of it really turns me on."
"I love it when she screams, 'Harder!'"
"I love it when she screams, 'Faster!'"
"Man, you lucky dog!" says his one buddy. "But tell the truth, isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950875367660228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950875367660228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950875367660228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950875367660228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/bantas-sex-life.html' title='Banta`s Sex Life'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950869659377549</id><published>2006-06-05T21:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:58:16.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hung</title><summary type='text'>Well Hung Little Johnny, a fifth grade student has a penis so large, his parents warned him not to have anything to do with girls. They cautioned him he could easily kill someone.
Through the grapevine, his teacher learns about his unusual size, keeps him after school and suggests they have sex.
He refuses expressing concern he might kill her. She laughs and scoffs at the idea and says she will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950869659377549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950869659377549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950869659377549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950869659377549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-hung.html' title='Well Hung'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950864657124455</id><published>2006-06-05T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:57:26.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Life</title><summary type='text'>Sex Life An old man turned 95 and was being interviewed by a reporter for the local paper. During the interview the reporter noticed that the yard was full of children of all ages playing together. A very pretty girl of about 19 served the old man and the reporter, keeping them in fresh tea and running errands for them.
"Are these your grandkids?" the reporter asked.
"No, sir, they all be my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950864657124455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950864657124455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950864657124455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950864657124455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/sex-life.html' title='Sex Life'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950858201319171</id><published>2006-06-05T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:56:22.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Nurse</title><summary type='text'>Blonde Nurse One day a man walked into the doctor's office to find out the results of his annual check up.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush Mr. Smith," said the doctor, "There is good news and there is bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the bad news first," replied the man.
"Well," said the doctor, "the bad news is that you have only 48 hours to live!"
The man suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950858201319171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950858201319171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950858201319171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950858201319171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/blonde-nurse.html' title='Blonde Nurse'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950846944137467</id><published>2006-06-05T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:54:29.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage Service</title><summary type='text'>Massage Service 
A salesman checked into a hotel on a business trip and was a bit lonely. He was single so he got to thinking about some female company. So, he thought he'd get one of those girls you see advertised in phone books from one of the "escort" services. He picked a number and dialed it.
A woman answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, I hear you do escorts and massages and I'd like you to come to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950846944137467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950846944137467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950846944137467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950846944137467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/massage-service.html' title='Massage Service'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950841357707321</id><published>2006-06-05T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:53:33.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Sex</title><summary type='text'>Paid Sex 
There were three young sisters who fell on hard times. They were hungry and behind on the rent so they decided one of them would have to go out on the streets.
The eldest said she was too old, the middle one said she was too plain so it came down to the youngest sister. They put her out on the street and instructed her to ask for at least 500 bucks.
It was very late when she got home, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950841357707321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950841357707321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950841357707321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950841357707321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/paid-sex.html' title='Paid Sex'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950835776364699</id><published>2006-06-05T21:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:52:37.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Partitions</title><summary type='text'>Small Partitions 
Business was good at the local whorehouse and the madam decided to partition one of larger rooms. After the work was complete the carpenter asked for payment but was put off.
After several weeks he still hadn't been paid and he regularly threatened, "Pay me or I'll rip out the partition."
Finally the madam offered to pay him in trade.
"Take any girl in the house and have your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950835776364699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950835776364699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950835776364699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950835776364699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-partitions.html' title='Small Partitions'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950821159286607</id><published>2006-06-05T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:50:11.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Dog</title><summary type='text'>Mad Dog A cowboy is strutting around a crowded swimming hole along the River, trying to get the girls' attention.. He climbs to the top of a high tree to make a fancy dive.
Hitting the water, he makes a helluva splash, but when he breaks surface he realizes that he's lost his swimming shorts. He spends the next few minutes frantically trying to locate them.
Giving up on the shorts, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950821159286607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950821159286607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950821159286607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950821159286607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/mad-dog.html' title='Mad Dog'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950816151220712</id><published>2006-06-05T21:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:49:21.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckables</title><summary type='text'>Suckables One day, Little Johnny's teacher asked the class, "Children, if you know the answer, please raise your hand! Tell me things you can suck!"
"Ice cream, ma'am!" Little Mary answered.
"Good, Jane." teacher said, "Anyone else?"
"How about a lollipop?" said Steven.
"Very good, now it's your turn Johnny!" the teacher said.
Little Johnny, sitting at back then answered, "A lamp!"
The teacher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950816151220712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950816151220712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950816151220712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950816151220712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/suckables.html' title='Suckables'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950807711536917</id><published>2006-06-05T21:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:47:57.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Fingers</title><summary type='text'>Smelly Fingers A man was on a train eating a bag of fresh shrimps, ripping off the heads and shells and then throwing them out of the window.
After he had gobbled a few of them down an older woman opposite him said, "Would you mind not doing that? It's disgusting to watch."
"Listen, love." He replied, "It's got nothing to do with you, I've paid my fare for this journey and I'll do what I damn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950807711536917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950807711536917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950807711536917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950807711536917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/smelly-fingers.html' title='Smelly Fingers'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950800981998919</id><published>2006-06-05T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:46:49.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my Balls</title><summary type='text'>Hold my Balls A prizefighter was driving across West Texas with his wife. He said, "Honey, I've been thinking. I've always heard how tough Texans are. Here I am with a 20-0 record in the ring. I feel like I'm tough but I've never fought a Texan. It's got me to wondering."
The wife said, "Oh Honey, that doesn't make any difference. You're successful at what you do. You've fought some mighty tough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950800981998919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950800981998919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950800981998919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950800981998919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/hold-my-balls.html' title='Hold my Balls'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950786691484882</id><published>2006-06-05T21:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:44:45.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hourly Charges</title><summary type='text'>Hourly Charges A man is walking down the street, and he's really horny. So he goes to the first whore house he sees and approached a prostitute.He asked her, "How much do you charge for the hour?"
"1000 bucks," she replied.
"Do you do My-style?" he asked.
Not knowing exactly what this was, she refused.
He tried to sweeten the deal and said, "I'll pay you 2000 to do it My-style."
Again she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950786691484882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950786691484882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950786691484882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950786691484882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/hourly-charges.html' title='Hourly Charges'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950760363198798</id><published>2006-06-05T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:40:35.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Sex</title><summary type='text'>Cowboy Sex The Sheriff in a small town walks out in the street and sees a blonde cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy hat, gun and his boots, so he arrests him for indecent exposure.As he is locking him up, he asks, "Why in the world are you walking around like this?"The Cowboy says, "Well it's like this Sheriff. I was in the bar down the road and this pretty little red head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950760363198798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950760363198798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950760363198798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950760363198798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/cowboy-sex.html' title='Cowboy Sex'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22709280.post-114950748439820032</id><published>2006-06-05T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:42:18.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Request</title><summary type='text'>Special Request George and Mona were married for 40 yrs when George suddenly died. At the funeral home, Mona was asked if she had any special requests."Why yes, I have just one. Would you please cut off George's penis for me?"The funeral home had heard them all, so they did what she asked.A few days later, Gladys came over to visit, to see how Mona was getting along. Mona was in the kitchen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/feeds/114950748439820032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22709280&amp;postID=114950748439820032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950748439820032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22709280/posts/default/114950748439820032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondaytofridaydistractions.blogspot.com/2006/06/special-request.html' title='Special Request'/><author><name>That Mad Ranting xntrek guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14301228814554947543'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>