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Prof Howdy (spurious or pseudonym?) wrote his first 'Thought & Humor' on July 26,1997 when he e-mailed a few friends a bit of humor. Soon the mailing list grew to over 3 million but to stay abridge with emerging technology, the Professor restationed 'T&H' to his Blogs which have been read in every country by over 9 million people (see Blog Counter).
Prof Howdy may be found not only on his Blogs (be sure & signup for a daily e-mail reminder - top right column) as well as Twitter, Tumblr, Vimeo, Facebook Groups & YouTube.
At this very moment, scientist around the world are attempting to ascertain the reasons why 'T&H' is so popular with beautiful women.
Interestingly, his YouTube & Vimeo post are enjoyed daily by over 47,000 fans & consist mostly of Beautiful Romantic Music Videos featuring Easy Listening 1940s-1960s Music in 1080p!
A UNC grad traveling through the prairies of Coloradostopped at a small town and went to a cafe. Hestood at the end of the bar, ordered a coke, andlit up a cigar.
As he sipped his coke, he stood there quietly blowing smoke rings. After he blew nine or ten smoke rings into the air, an angry American Indian stomped up to him and said, "One more remark like that and I'll bust you in the chops!"
'Professor Howdy of 'Thought & Humor with UNC Jokes
As the plane was flying low over some hills near Athens, a UNC student asked the stewardess: "What's that stuff all over those hills?" "Just snow," replied the stewardess. "That's what I thought," said the student, "but this fellow in front of me said it was Greece."
Best if read out loud to an intelligent group: Waitress: Hawaii, Mister? You must be Hungary. Gent: Yes, Siam. And I can't Rumania long, either. Venice lunch ready? Waitress: I'll Russia table. What are you Ghana Havre? Aix? Gent: You want Tibet? I prefer Turkey. Can Jamaica cook step on the Gaza bit? Waitress: Odessa laugh! Alaska, but listen for her Wales. Gent: I'm not Balkan. Just put a Cuba sugar in my Java. Waitress: Don't you be Sicily, big boy. Sweden it yourself. I'm only here to Serbia.
Gent: Denmark my check and call the Bosphorus, Egypt me. There's an Eire. I hope he'll Kenya. I don't Bolivia know who I am! Waitress: Canada noise! I don't Caribbean. You sure Ararat! Gent: Samoa your wisecracks? What's got India? D'you think this arguing Alps business? Why be so Chile? Be Nice! Waitress: Don't Kiev me that Boulogne! Alemain do! Spain in the neck. Pay your Czech and don't Kuwait. Ayssinia! Gent (to himself): I'll come back with my France and Taiwan on Zanzibar is open.