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	<title>MyHumor.org - Random Thoughts and Ponderings (possibly humorous, probably not)</title>
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	<tagline>Read the rantings and ravings of a self-proclaimed lunatic pretending to be humorous. Read jokes, lists and cartoons - always clean and family-friendly.</tagline>
	
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			<name>Jonathan</name>
			<email>webmaster@myhumor.org</email>
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		<title><![CDATA[Home Security]]></title>
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		<modified>2006-07-14T18:28:41-05:00</modified>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped" xml:base="/humor-blog/blog_comment.asp?bi=65"><![CDATA[<div style="background-color: rgb(235, 255, 230);text-align: center; border: 1px solid #000099;"><h3 style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans serif;font-size: 12px;color: rgb(204, 49, 101);">Today's Sponsor:</h3><p style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans serif;font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://www.anrdoezrs.net/t270oz6v25KMPQNNQPKMLPOLLTL" target="_top">Christian Bestsellers</a> from Crossings Book Club.<img src="http://www.afcyhf.com/60106z15u-yJLOPMMPOJLKONKKSK" width="1" height="1" border="0"></p></div><h1 style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans serif;color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This Week's Joke</h1><div style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><p>There was an unexpected knock on my door, and like I always do I first opened the peephole and asked, "Who's there?"</p><p>"Parcel post, ma'am. I have a package that needs a signature."</p><p>"Where's the package?" I asked suspiciously. The deliveryman held it up.</p><p>"Could I see some ID?" I said, still not convinced.</p><p>"Lady," he replied wearily, "if I wanted to break into your house, I'd probably just use these." And he pulled out the keys I had left in the door.</p>]]></content>
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