<?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-5974678693138256124</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:11.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's a Little Funny Stuff = MILF Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-7657490504713436372</id><published>2008-12-19T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:47:49.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman Went to Her Priest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A woman went to her &lt;/span&gt; priest with a problem. "Father, I have two female parrots, and they only know how to say one thing. All they ever say is, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Wanna have some fun?' " &lt;p&gt;"That's terrible!" exclaimed the priest. "But I think I can help. Bring your two female parrots over to my house, and I will put them with my two male parrots whom I taught to pray and read the Bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase, and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, the woman brought her female parrots to the priest's house. His two male parrots were holding rosary beads and quietly praying in their cage. The woman put her two female parrots in the cage with the male parrots. The females said, "Hi, we're prostitutes. Wanna have some fun?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; One male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed "Put those beads away, our prayers have been answered!"             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-7657490504713436372?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/7657490504713436372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/7657490504713436372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/woman-went-to-her-priest-with-problem.html' title='A Woman Went to Her Priest'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-8414607012116998064</id><published>2008-12-19T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:39:11.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>George W. and Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;George W. Bush was passing &lt;/span&gt; through an airplane terminal and he noticed an old man in a long white robe, with a long white beard, long white hair and carrying two stone tablets in his arms. &lt;p&gt; He approached the man and asked reverently, "Aren't you Moses?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But the man wouldn't listen to him and continued walking. George asked him again, ''Aren't you Moses?''  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The old man continued ignoring him, even turning his back on little Bush. George grabs the man's arm, looks him right in the eye and insists, "Answer me -- Aren't you Moses?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The man replies, "I'm not saying a thing! The last time I spoke to a Bush I ended up roaming the desert for 40 years!"             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-8414607012116998064?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/8414607012116998064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/8414607012116998064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/george-w-and-moses.html' title='George W. and Moses'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-8842196980584723167</id><published>2008-12-19T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:36:08.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Rolls Back The Odometer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A blonde wanted to sell &lt;/span&gt; her car, but couldn't find any buyers. She called her friend for advice, and her friend asked her how many miles she had on her car. &lt;p&gt;"235,000 miles." Her friend told her that was the problem.  But the blonde's friend told her that her brother is a mechanic and could put back the miles to whatever she wanted. So the blonde went to the mechanic and told him to put the miles at 40,000. Two days later the blond's friend asked her if she sold the car since her brother dropped the miles.  The blonde told her, "Why would I sell the car? There are only 40,000 miles on it!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-8842196980584723167?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/8842196980584723167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/8842196980584723167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/blonde-rolls-back-odometer.html' title='Blonde Rolls Back The Odometer'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-498305816105328492</id><published>2008-12-19T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:32:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Wins the Lottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A Redneck buys a ticket &lt;/span&gt;      and wins the lottery. He goes to Austin to claim it where the man verifies his ticket number. &lt;p&gt; The Redneck says, "I want my $20 million." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; To which the man replied, "No sir. It doesn't work that way. We give you a million today, and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Redneck said, "I want all my money RIGHT now! I won it, and I want it." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Again the man patiently explains that he would only get a million that day and the rest during the next 19 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Redneck, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I WANT MY MONEY!! If you're not going to give me my $20 million right now, THEN I WANT MY DOLLAR BACK!'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-498305816105328492?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/498305816105328492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/498305816105328492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/redneck-wins-lottery.html' title='Redneck Wins the Lottery'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-3440810580319129443</id><published>2008-12-19T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:29:14.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush's Favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;George W. Bush is sitting &lt;/span&gt; in a hotel lobby, planning his speech to a group of businessmen, when a little man walks up to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Bush, but my name is Steve Case, and I'm here with an extremely important client tonight. We're going to see your speech tonight, and it would be a great help to me if, when we walk by, you could impress him by saying, 'Hello, Steve'." &lt;p&gt; Bush readily agrees, and fifteen minutes later, the little man walks by, deep in conversation with his client. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Bush came up and said, "Hello, Steve." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The little man says, "Buzz off, Bush! I'm in a meeting," and keeps walking.             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-3440810580319129443?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/3440810580319129443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/3440810580319129443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/bushs-favor.html' title='Bush&apos;s Favor'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-4817614770543239527</id><published>2008-12-19T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:26:44.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day Troubleshooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to satisfy &lt;/span&gt;      and the front of your shirt is wet.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: Mouth not open when drinking or glass applied to wrong part of face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: Improper bladder control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOM: Floor moving.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: You are being carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOM: Everyone looks hideous.&lt;br /&gt;FAULT: Either you haven't had enough to drink, or they've flipped on the lights for last call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-4817614770543239527?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/4817614770543239527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/4817614770543239527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/saint-patricks-day-troubleshooting.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day Troubleshooting'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-829341578846897620</id><published>2008-12-19T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:20:22.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;Blamestorming: Sitting around in a &lt;/span&gt;      group discussing who's to blame for a missed deadline or a failed project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chainsaw Consultant: An outside expert brought in to reduce the employee headcount, leaving the top brass with clean hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cube Farm: An office filled with cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prairie Dogging: When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego Surfing: Googling one's own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard Plaque: The disgusting buildup of dirt and crud found on computer keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno Second: That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Kids, Oppressive Mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Puppy: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treeware: Printed documentation or paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerox Subsidy: Free photocopies from one's workplace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-829341578846897620?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/829341578846897620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/829341578846897620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/office-dictionary.html' title='Office Dictionary'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-6870541431616099463</id><published>2008-12-19T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:14:57.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus and Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;Jesus and Moses are walking &lt;/span&gt; along the beach when Moses says, "You know what? I'm going to try and part the ocean again." He throws his hands in the air and, magically, the ocean parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sees this and says, "I'm going to try to walk on water again." He walks up to the water, takes a step on top and sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses says, "Try it again, Jesus. It's been a while." Jesus tries again, and once more, he sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus comes out of the water and says, "I know what the problem is. When I walked on water before, I didn't have holes in my feet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-6870541431616099463?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/6870541431616099463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/6870541431616099463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-and-moses.html' title='Jesus and Moses'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-1920436605117160377</id><published>2008-12-19T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:10:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quotable Marion Barry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Some of the finest quotes      from the Honorable Marion Barry: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "The contagious people of Washington have stood firm against diversity during this long period of increment weather." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "I promise you a police car on every sidewalk." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "If you take out the killings, Washington actually has a very very low crime rate." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Bitch set me up." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I am clearly more popular than Reagan. I am in my third term. Where's Reagan? Gone after two! Defeated by George Bush and Michael Dukakis no less." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "The laws in this city are clearly racist. All laws are racist. The law of gravity is racist." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I am making this trip to Africa because Washington is an international city, just like Tokyo, Nigeria, or Israel. As mayor, I am an international symbol. Can you deny that to Africa?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"People have criticized me because my security detail is larger than the president's. But you must ask yourself: are there more people who want to kill me than who want to kill the president? I can assure you there are." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "The brave men who died in Vietnam, more than 100% of which were black, were the ultimate sacrifice." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I read a funny story about how the Republicans freed the slaves. The Republicans are the ones who created slavery by law in the 1600's. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and he was not a Republican." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "What right does Congress have to go around making laws just because they deem it necessary?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "People blame me because these water mains break, but I ask you, if the water mains didn't break, would it be my responsibility to fix them then? WOULD IT!?!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "I am a great mayor; I am an upstanding Christian man; I am an intelligent man; I am a deeply educated man; I am a humble man."             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-1920436605117160377?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/1920436605117160377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/1920436605117160377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotable-marion-barry.html' title='The Quotable Marion Barry'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974678693138256124.post-6059715935172160029</id><published>2008-12-19T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:05:28.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blonde Flight Attendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;An airline captain was helping &lt;/span&gt; a new blonde flight attendant prepare for her first overnight trip. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the flight attendant the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop, and stay overnight. The next morning as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up to ask what happened to her. She answered the phone, crying, and said, "I can't get out of the room!" "You can't get out of your room?"; the captain asked. "Why not?" She replied, "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5974678693138256124-6059715935172160029?l=milfstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/6059715935172160029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5974678693138256124/posts/default/6059715935172160029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milfstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/airline-captain-was-helping.html' title='The Blonde Flight Attendant'/><author><name>MILF Seeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03069411420302294973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
