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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Stress Relief - Humor/Fun</title><link>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/50.aspx</link><description>Got Jokes or Flash Games? Post them here, I dont have to remind you to keep it clean do I?</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2008.5 SP1 (Build: 31106.3070)</generator><item><title>Re: The Druggist</title><link>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/thread/769.aspx</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 01:54:35 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">b2ff3ccb-892e-4ceb-9a77-e4f6e73f7f60:769</guid><dc:creator>DaBoobah</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/thread/769.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/commentrss.aspx?SectionID=50&amp;PostID=769</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;LOL! this ones soooo funny! i love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Druggist</title><link>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/thread/650.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 04:29:16 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">b2ff3ccb-892e-4ceb-9a77-e4f6e73f7f60:650</guid><dc:creator>ParaDOX</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/thread/650.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>https://www.paradisesgarage.com:443/mcweb2/forums/commentrss.aspx?SectionID=50&amp;PostID=650</wfw:commentRss><description>&lt;p&gt;Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. &lt;br /&gt;Tearfully she explained, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the druggist. He insulted me terribly this morning on the phone. I had to call multiple times before he would even answer the phone, then, when he finally answered ... he was rude to my simple question.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Immediately, the husband drove downtown to confront the druggist and demand an apology. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before he could say more than a word or two, the druggist told him, &amp;quot;Now, just a minute, listen to my side of it. This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, just to realize that I locked the house with both house and car keys inside and had to break a window to get my keys.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Then, driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Later, when I was about three blocks from the store, I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store a bunch of people were waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the time the darn phone was ringing off the hook.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He continued, &amp;quot;Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor. I had to get down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels and the phone was still ringing. When I came up I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it. Half of them hit the floor and broke. Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let up, and I finally got back to answer it. It was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And believe me mister, as God is my witness, all I did was tell her.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>