<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327924</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:39:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I Thought It Was Funny</title><description>A dumping ground for things I see that make me laugh, gasp or stare in complete shock.</description><link>http://www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Robert)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327924.post-7247166612559868633</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T19:39:39.317-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cause I'm huge!</title><description>&lt;i&gt;"My six pack is coming in nicely."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commenting on his ... um ... 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The tuba ruins everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327924-1187852575953254262?l=www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com/2007/03/when-asked-what-band-instrument-he.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robert)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327924.post-3174894516158726501</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-08T17:46:05.703-05:00</atom:updated><title>Norwegians in love...</title><description>While in a conversation about an unmarried relative he observed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"True love is a mystery.  It has its own building.  I wonder what's going on in Norway right now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327924-3174894516158726501?l=www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com/2007/03/norwegians-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robert)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327924.post-116630025875336790</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-16T15:17:38.753-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tired as crap...</title><description>I was lying on my bed listening to &lt;a href="http://www.mollyhatchet.com/"&gt;Molly Hatchet &lt;/a&gt;and enjoying a few moments alone.  The girls were at the ballet and the boys were out playing with friends.  The house was mine.  Even if only for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Brian walks into the room and it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "I just pooped myself."&lt;br /&gt;Me (surprised): "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "I just road my bike around the block three times and I totally pooped myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it.  I laughed for a solid minute before I could compose myself enough to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brian, it's 'I'm &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pooped"&gt;pooped'&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327924-116630025875336790?l=www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com/2006/12/tired-as-crap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robert)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327924.post-116629993371877015</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-16T15:12:13.720-05:00</atom:updated><title>Those crazy Brits and their canine commodities</title><description>We're driving through northern California on our way from Portland, OR to Jed Smith park to camp in the redwoods.  As we wound through the rocky hills the car is surprisingly silent.  Cece and Ben aren't feeling that great (the drive was filled with turns and small hills), Evie was asleep and Brian was deep into a video game.  Sue and I ... well ... we weren't going to ruin a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly an hour of almost total silence Brian raised his head up and says matter-of-factly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"British dogfood commercials are better than American dogfood commercials."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts his head back down and the silence continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327924-116629993371877015?l=www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com%2Findex.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.ithoughtitwasfunny.com/2006/12/those-crazy-brits-and-their-canine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robert)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>