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		<title>Damn monkey</title>
		<link>http://johnmichaelflynnphoto.com/2007/11/damn-monkey/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 22:05:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa ,   taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.

One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he&#8217;s lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa ,   taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.</p>
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<p>One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he&#8217;s lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.</p>
<p>The old poodle thinks, &#8220;Oh, oh! I&#8217;m in deep doo-doo now!&#8221; Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, &#8220;Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?&#8221;</p>
<p>Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. &#8220;Whew!&#8221;, says the leopard, &#8220;That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!&#8221;</p>
<p>Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.</p>
<p>The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, &#8220;Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what&#8217;s going to happen to that conniving canine!</p>
<p>Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, &#8220;What am I going to do now?&#8221;, but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn&#8217;t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says.</p>
<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!</p>
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		<title>Ridin&#8217; hard to Mayberry</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 12:39:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Making my commute back to L.A. today, but I&#8217;m DRIVING for a change. 15 hours of pure John &#8212; I don&#8217;t know if I can take it&#8230; I&#8217;ll try to blast the satellite and blow out the Bose &#38; maybe drown myself out a bit&#8230; LOL

Talk soon &#38; wish me luck.  Laugh lots!
Two [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size="2"> Making my commute back to L.A. today, but I&#8217;m DRIVING for a change. 15 hours of pure John &#8212; I don&#8217;t know if I can take it&#8230; I&#8217;ll try to blast the satellite and blow out the Bose &amp; maybe drown myself out a bit&#8230; LOL</p>
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<p>Talk soon &amp; wish me luck.  Laugh lots!</p>
<p>Two Irish nuns have just arrived in USA by boat and one says to the other, &#8220;I hear that the people in this country actually eat dogs.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Odd,&#8221; her companion replies, &#8220;but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.&#8221;</p>
<p>Nodding emphatically, the mother superior points to a hot dog vendor and they both walk towards the cart.</p>
<p>&#8220;Two dogs, please,&#8221; says one.</p>
<p>The vendor is only too pleased to oblige and he wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over the counter. Excited, the nuns hurry over to a bench and begin to unwrap their &#8220;dogs.&#8221;</p>
<p>The mother superior is first to open hers.She begins to blush and then, staring at it for a moment, leans over to the other nun and whispers &#8230;cautiously: &#8220;What part did you get?</p>
<p>LOL &#8211; have a great weekend. <img src='http://johnmichaelflynnphoto.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Best,<br />
John</font></p>
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		<title>The Bad Boss</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 16:23:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Three men &#8212; a project manager, a software engineer, and a hardware engineer &#8212; are in Miami beach for a two-week period helping out on a project. About midweek, they decide to walk up and down the beach during their lunch hour. Halfway up the beach, they stumble upon a lamp.As they rub the lamp, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Three men &#8212; a project manager, a software engineer, and a hardware engineer &#8212; are in Miami beach for a two-week period helping out on a project. About midweek, they decide to walk up and down the beach during their lunch hour. Halfway up the beach, they stumble upon a lamp.As they rub the lamp, a genie appears and says, &#8220;Normally I would grant you three wishes, but since there are 3 of you, I will grant you each one wish.&#8221;</p>
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<p>The hardware engineer goes first. &#8220;I would like to spend the rest of my life living in a huge house in St. Thomas, with no money worries and surrounded by beautiful women who worship me.&#8221; The genie grants him his wish and sends him on off to St. Thomas.</p>
<p>The software engineer is next. &#8220;I would like to spend the rest of my life living on a huge yacht cruising the Mediterranean, with no money worries and surrounded by beautiful women who worship me.&#8221; The genie grants him his wish and sends him off to the Mediterranean.</p>
<p>Last, but not least, it&#8217;s the project manager&#8217;s turn. &#8220;And what would your wish be?&#8221; asked the genie. &#8220;I want them both back after lunch&#8221; replied the project manager.</p>
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		<title>Two Women Talking In Heaven&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 13:56:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1st Woman: Hi! My name is Maggie.
2nd Woman: Hi! I&#8217;m Sylvia. How&#8217;d you die?
1st Woman: I froze to death.

2nd Woman: How horrible!
1st Woman: It wasn&#8217;t so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I
began to get warm and sleepy and finally died a peaceful death. What
about you?
2nd Woman: I died of a massive heart [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1st Woman: Hi! My name is Maggie.</p>
<p>2nd Woman: Hi! I&#8217;m Sylvia. How&#8217;d you die?</p>
<p>1st Woman: I froze to death.</p>
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<p>2nd Woman: How horrible!</p>
<p>1st Woman: It wasn&#8217;t so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I<br />
began to get warm and sleepy and finally died a peaceful death. What<br />
about you?</p>
<p>2nd Woman: I died of a massive heart attack I suspected my husband was<br />
cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead I<br />
found him all by himself in the den watching TV.</p>
<p>1st Woman: So what happened?</p>
<p>2nd Woman: I was so sure there was another woman somewhere that I<br />
started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and<br />
searched and then down into the basement. I went through each closet<br />
and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked<br />
everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over<br />
with a heart attack and died.</p>
<p>1st Woman: Too bad you didn&#8217;t look in the freezer&#8230;&#8230;..We&#8217;d both<br />
still be alive.</p>
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		<title>impossible</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:18:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[People who say nothing is impossible never tried to slam a revolving door&#8230;  :-p
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>People who say nothing is impossible never tried to slam a revolving door&#8230;  :-p</p>
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		<title>Trust A Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 14:28:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man leaves home to go fight in the Crusades and decides that his wife should wear a chastity belt in his absence. So he locks her up and gives the key to his best friend.

He tells him, &#8220;If I&#8217;m not back in four years, unlock my wife and set her free to live a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A man leaves home to go fight in the Crusades and decides that his wife should wear a chastity belt in his absence. So he locks her up and gives the key to his best friend.</p>
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<p>He tells him, &#8220;If I&#8217;m not back in four years, unlock my wife and set her free to live a normal life.&#8221;</p>
<p>The husband leaves on horseback and about half an hour later, he sees a cloud of dust behind him. He waits for it to come closer and sees his best friend.</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s wrong?&#8221;, he asks.</p>
<p>&#8220;You gave me the wrong key.</p>
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		<title>Confession</title>
		<link>http://johnmichaelflynnphoto.com/2007/09/60/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ &#8220;Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last Confession, here is my sin: I have been with a loose girl.&#8221;

The priest asks, &#8220;Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?&#8221;
&#8220;Yes, Father, it is.&#8221;
&#8220;And who was the girl you were with?&#8221;
&#8220;I can&#8217;t tell you, Father, I don&#8217;t want to ruin [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size="2"> &#8220;Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last Confession, here is my sin: I have been with a loose girl.&#8221;</font></p>
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<p><font size="2">The priest asks, &#8220;Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Yes, Father, it is.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;And who was the girl you were with?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;I can&#8217;t tell you, Father, I don&#8217;t want to ruin her reputation.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Well, Johnny, I&#8217;m sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;I cannot say.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Was it Teresa Volpe?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;I&#8217;ll never tell.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Was it Nina Capelli?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, but I cannot name her.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Was it Cathy Piriano?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;My lips are sealed.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;Please, Father, I cannot tell you.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">The priest sighs in frustration. &#8220;You&#8217;re very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you&#8217;ve sinned! and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, &#8220;What&#8217;d you get?&#8221;</font></p>
<p><font size="2">&#8220;4 months vacation and five good leads.&#8221;</font></p>
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		<title>Italian math test</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:45:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ A man wanted a job, but the foreman wouldn&#8217;t hire him until he passed a little math test. &#8220;Here&#8217;s your first question,&#8221; the foreman said. &#8220;Without using numbers, represent the number 9.&#8221;

&#8220;Withouta numbers,&#8221; the Italian said. &#8220;Datta easy.&#8221; He proceeded to draw three trees.
&#8220;What&#8217;s this?&#8221; the boss asked. &#8220;Have you got no brain?
&#8220;Tree and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size="2"> A man wanted a job, but the foreman wouldn&#8217;t hire him until he passed a little math test. &#8220;Here&#8217;s your first question,&#8221; the foreman said. &#8220;Without using numbers, represent the number 9.&#8221;</p>
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<p>&#8220;Withouta numbers,&#8221; the Italian said. &#8220;Datta easy.&#8221; He proceeded to draw three trees.</p>
<p>&#8220;What&#8217;s this?&#8221; the boss asked. &#8220;Have you got no brain?</p>
<p>&#8220;Tree and tree and tree makea nine,&#8221; said the Italian.</p>
<p>&#8220;Fair enough,&#8221; said the boss. &#8220;Here&#8217;s your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99.&#8221;</p>
<p>The Italian stared into space for a while, then picked up the picture that he had just drawn and mades a smudge on each tree. &#8220;Ere you go.&#8221;</p>
<p>The boss scratched his head and said, &#8220;How on earth do you get that to represent 99?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Each ofa da trees isa dirty now. So, it&#8217;sa dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Datsa 99.&#8221;</p>
<p>The boss was getting worried that he was going to have to actually hire this Italian, so he said, &#8220;All right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100.&#8221;</p>
<p>The Italian stared into space some more, then picked up the picture again, made a little mark at the base of each tree and said, &#8220;Ere you go. Onea hundred.&#8221;</p>
<p>The boss looked at the attempt. &#8220;You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!&#8221;</p>
<p>The Italian leaned forward, pointed to the marks at the base of each tree and said, &#8220;A little doga comea long and crapa by eacha tree. So now you gotta dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd and dirty tree and a turd.. Datta makea one hundred. So, when I&#8217;m a gonna start?&#8221;</p>
<p>Just a joke, people.  Please don&#8217;t flame&#8230; LOL</p>
<p>Have a happy Monday and a great week!</p>
<p>John</font></p>
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		<title>Just dessert</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 19:23:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;What a difference a day makes&#8230;&#8221; It&#8217;s a cliche, but true.  I think about my own children and how astonishing it was to see them grow as babies.  Even now, they&#8217;re 13 and 8, and not a day passes when they do something that just blows my mind.  That generally is a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;What a difference a day makes&#8230;&#8221; It&#8217;s a cliche, but true.  I think about my own children and how astonishing it was to see them grow as babies.  Even now, they&#8217;re 13 and 8, and not a day passes when they do something that just blows my mind.  That generally is a wonderful thing.  Sometimes it just makes me laugh and shake my head.  My younger daughter has this habit lately of wiping her hands on her shirt.  So there we were yesterday at a restaurant, she finishes her cupcake, and before I could say anything, wipes her frosting-covered fingers across the front of her shirt&#8230;  For the rest of the afternoon until we could get home, she had finger tracks&#8230;</p>
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<p>I don&#8217;t mean to embarrass her.  She already has shown me in eight years  that she&#8217;s going to grow into a confident, beautiful, sophisticated young woman.  But right now she makes me laugh every time she does that, and yes, shake my head a little&#8230;  She is definitely my kid. LOL</p>
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		<title>Wait a minute&#8230; make that a few hours..</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 05:35:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m writing this while waiting for a plane at Denver International.  It&#8217;s become almost a cliche with airline delays again&#8230; For the past few years, I&#8217;ve been really lucky with flights and getting through airports fairly quickly, even with the gear I usually carry.  But not tonight.  Weather outside of Chicago made [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m writing this while waiting for a plane at Denver International.  It&#8217;s become almost a cliche with airline delays again&#8230; For the past few years, I&#8217;ve been really lucky with flights and getting through airports fairly quickly, even with the gear I usually carry.  But not tonight.  Weather outside of Chicago made the plane late to Denver, which is the aircraft I need to get to L.A.  So here I sit, waiting for a guy I don&#8217;t know to get the plane here and get me home.  A lot of life is waiting &#8212; waiting in line at the bank, waiting for a train to pass, waiting for the rain, waiting for the right time to ask the question&#8230; let&#8217;s make the most of those moments of waiting.  Talk to the people around you, or at least observe and enjoy them.  I&#8217;m upstairs at DIA in a computer station and an Asian dude in a bad suit is to my left pounding on his laptop to some tunes I can hear through his ear buds.  The guy on my right has Bose-style headphones on and is having a VOIP conversation wtih someone, half of which (his half) I am hearing at full volume.  This is broken by sporadic announcements from an over-annunciating airport service rep for various customers&#8230; Kids scream and leap in a nearby kids play thing, their dad standing with a comatose glazed stare&#8230;  I talked to a woman earlier who had been at the airport since the previous DAY.  Ideally, I&#8217;d like to be on my way home.  But things could be worse, and it&#8217;s not a bad way to spend a couple hours.  If I end up staying here till tomorrow, I&#8217;ll probably have a totally different opinion&#8230;. LOL</p>
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