<?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-25214064</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:32:51.279-08:00</updated><category term='father'/><category term='preacher'/><category term='tequilla'/><category term='3M'/><category term='priest'/><category term='twins'/><category term='7UP'/><category term='Minnesota Twins'/><category term='burglar'/><category term='bar jokes'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='rabbi'/><category term='lawyer jokes'/><category term='dads joke'/><category term='drunk robbery'/><category term='Golfer joke'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>All About Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to laugh with all kinds of jokes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25214064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25214064/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mdsm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11612169714185956369</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>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25214064.post-2403767303691813164</id><published>2008-12-03T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:20:00.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke No. 279</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mary was attending a wedding for the first time. As she&lt;br /&gt;sat in the church, she watched the bride slowly approach the&lt;br /&gt;altar. Mary whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride&lt;br /&gt;dressed in white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the&lt;br /&gt;happiest day of her life," her mother tried to explain, keeping&lt;br /&gt;it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child thought about this for a moment, then said... "So&lt;br /&gt;why is the groom wearing black?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Disclaimer:

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