<?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-6950768162135258810</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:35:18.697-08:00</updated><category term='joke'/><category term='humour'/><category term='funny'/><title type='text'>Dog boy loves cake</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05849105338205917333</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950768162135258810.post-1851732346650666374</id><published>2008-10-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:21:25.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>Regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after about one and a half decade, I sometimes feel that I should have accepted the marriage proposal of Angelina Jolie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950768162135258810-1851732346650666374?l=dogboylovescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1851732346650666374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950768162135258810&amp;postID=1851732346650666374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/1851732346650666374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/1851732346650666374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/2008/10/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05849105338205917333</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950768162135258810.post-3392616561211724810</id><published>2008-10-19T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:20:40.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Hitman!</title><content type='html'>The Hitman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two old friends were just about to tee off at the first hole of their local golf course when a chap carrying a golf bag called out to them, "Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn't show up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they said, "You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part way around the course, one of the friends asked the newcomer, "What do you do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a hit man," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're joking!" was the response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not," he said, reaching into his golf bag, and pulling out a beautiful Martini sniper's rifle with a large telescopic sight. "Here are my tools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a beautiful telescopic sight," said the other friend, "Can I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight in the direction of his house. "Yeah, I can see my house all right. This sight is fantastic. I can see right in the window. Wow, I can see my wife in the bedroom. Ha Ha, I can see she's naked! What's that? Wait a minute, that's my neighbor in there with her... he's naked as well! The bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the hitman, "How much do you charge for a hit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do a flat rate - for you, one thousand dollars every time I pull the trigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do two for me now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, shoot my wife, she's always been mouthy, so shoot her in the mouth. Then the neighbor, he's a friend of mine, so just shoot his dick off to teach him a lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hitman took the rifle and took aim, standing perectly still for a few minutes. "Are you going to do it or not?" said the man impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait a moment, be patient," said the hitman calmly, "I think I can save you a grand here..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950768162135258810-3392616561211724810?l=dogboylovescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3392616561211724810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950768162135258810&amp;postID=3392616561211724810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/3392616561211724810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/3392616561211724810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/2008/10/hitman.html' title='The Hitman!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05849105338205917333</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950768162135258810.post-7007718527150037611</id><published>2008-10-14T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:19:01.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Fuck, just remembered another one</title><content type='html'>Fuck, just remembered another one&lt;br /&gt;Me and a mate went to this all you can eat chinese restaurant last year. When we got there the waiters and the head waiter bloke (about 5 of them in total) were having a massive argument with this sligtly trampy looking customer who didn't have enough money for the meal he'd just had. He was shitfaced pissed too so he must have owed them a bit. He said something like "fnnaagh ya baasssttaaards, I'll pay youse when I get back from the bog", so off he went up to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I was busting for a piss so I went up a minute or two later. When I opened the toilet door I was hit with the most appalling shit smell I have ever smelt, the kind that makes your eyes water. I nearly puked. The pissed trampy guy came out of a cubicle to reveal that yes indeed he had done a big stinking shit on the floor. Then he trod in it, and began walking shitty footprints around the bog. I legged it down to tell the waiters, they went racing up the stairs before he could walk it all over the place. We didn't see him come down so I would imagine they took him out the back for a kicking. Dirty fucker. But hey he probably got away with not paying for his meal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6950768162135258810-7007718527150037611?l=dogboylovescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7007718527150037611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6950768162135258810&amp;postID=7007718527150037611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/7007718527150037611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6950768162135258810/posts/default/7007718527150037611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dogboylovescake.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-all.html' title='Fuck, just remembered another one'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05849105338205917333</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
