A man dies and goes to heaven. He looks around the white fluff, and
notices thousands of clocks all about, all set at different times.
He reaches the gates, and asks St.Peter, what's with all the clocks.
He replies, "They're lie clocks, everytime someone lies, the hands
move a little, every human had one."
The man points at one and asks, "Who's is that?" St.Peter replies,
"Mother Teresa's, it still at twelve o'clock, meaning she never lied
in her whole life."
"Who clock is that?" "Abraham Lincoln's, it's at 12:02, he only lied
twice in his entire life."
The man wonders, "Where's George W. Bushes clock?" St.Peter replies,
"In Jesus' office, he using it as a ceiling fan."
There will be no nursing home in my future.........When I get old and
feeble,
I am going to get on a Princess Cruise Ship. The average cost for a
nursing
home is $200 per day. I have checked with the reservations office at
Princess
and I can get a long term discount and senior discount price of $135
per day.
That leaves $65 a day for:
1. Gratuities, which will only be $10 per day.
2. I will have as many as 10 meals a day if I can waddle to the
restaurant,
or I can have room service (which means I can have breakfast in bed
every day
of the week).
3. Princess has as many as three swimming pools, a workout room, free
washers and dryers, and shows every night.
4. They have free toothpaste and razors, and free soap and shampoo.
5. They will even treat you like a customer, not a patient. An extra
$10
worth of tips will have the entire staff scrambling to help you.
6. I will get to meet new people every 7 or 14 days.
7. TV broken? Light bulb need changing? Need to have the mattress
replaced? No Problem! They will fix everything and apologize for your
inconvenience.
8. Clean sheets and towels every day, and you don't even have to ask
for
them.
9. If you fall in the nursing home and break a hip you are on
Medicare. If
you fall and break a hip on the Princess ship they will upgrade you to
a suite
for the rest of your life.
Now hold on for the best! Do you want to see South America, the Panama
Canal, Tahiti, Australia, New Zealand, Asia, or name where you want to
go?
Princess will have a ship ready to go. So don't look for me in a
nursing
home, just call shore to ship.
P.S. And don't forget, when you die, they just dump you over the side
at no
charge.
Sign me up LOL
Watch out for these new viruses - neither Symantec nor McAfee have
solutions as yet!!!
The George Bush Virus - Causes your computer to keep looking for
viruses
of
mass destruction.
The Clinton Virus - Gives you a permanent Hard Drive with NO memory.
The Al Gore Virus - Causes your computer to just keep counting and
re-counting.
The John Kerry virus - causes the floppy to flip flop on its stored
memory.
The Bob Dole (a.k.a. Viagra) Virus - Makes a new hard drive out of an
old
floppy.
The Lewinsky Virus - Sucks all the memory out of your computer, then
e-mails everyone about what it did.
The Arnold Schwarzenegger Virus - Terminates some files, leaves, but
will be back.
The Mike Tyson Virus - Quits after two bytes.
The Oprah Winfrey Virus - Your 200 GB hard drive shrinks to 100 GB, and
then
slowly expands to re-stabilize around 150 GB.
The Ellen Degeneres Virus - Disks can no longer be inserted.
The Prozac Virus - Totally screws up your RAM, but your processor
doesn't care.
The Joey Buttafucco Virus - Only attacks minor files.
The Lorena Bobbitt Virus - Reformats your hard drive into a 3.5 inch
floppy... then discards it through Windows
The clerk looks at him and says, "Are you Polish?"
The guy, clearly offended, says, "Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something." If I had asked for Italian sausage would you ask me if I was Italian?
Or if I had asked for German bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?
Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish?
Or if I had asked for a taco would you ask if I was Mexican? Would ya, huh? Would ya?"
The clerk says, "Well, no."
With deep self-righteous indignation, the guy says, "Well, all right then, why did you ask me if I'm Polish just because I ask for Polish sausage?"
The clerk replies, "Because this is Home Depot."
The correct answer is:
to run over the old lady and put her out of her misery,
have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car,
and then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.
God, I just love happy endings.
A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:
"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.
"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly. "In this Country, we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives...... "
"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' abouta sexa? I'ma justa tellin' my frienda how to spella 'Mississippi'."
The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in here for?' The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous."
The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It's a breeze."
The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?"
The first kid says, "a Circumcision."
And the second kid says, "Whoa, Good luck buddy, I had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year."
The day finally arrived; Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the
Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed and
Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper.
St. Peter says, "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see you. We have
heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling
up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination for everyone.
The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."
Forrest responds, "It shor is good to be here , St. Peter, sir. But nobody
ever tolt me about any entrance exam. Shor hope the test ain't too hard;
life was a big enough test as it was."
St. Peter goes on, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three
questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?"
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and
sees St. Peter, who waves him up and says, "Now that you have had a chance to
think the questions over, tell me your answers."
Forrest says, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begin with
the letter "T"? Shucks, that one's easy. That'd be Today and Tomorrow.
The Saint's eyes open wide and he exclaims, "Forrest, that's not what I was
thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I didn't specify, so I'll
give you credit for that answer.
How about the next one?" asks St. Peter."How many seconds in a year?"
"Now that one's harder," says Forrest, "but I thunk and thunk about that
and I guess the only answer can be twelve."
Astounded, St. Peter says, "Twelve? Twelve!? Forrest, how in Heaven's name
could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
Forrest says "Shucks, there's gotta be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd,
March 2nd. . . ...."
"Hold it, " interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you're going with this, and
I see your point, though that wasn't quite what I had in mind.....but I'll
have to give you credit for that one, too. Let's go on with the third and
final question.
Can you tell me God's first name"?
"Sure", Forrest replied, "its Andy."
"Andy?!" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St. Peter. "Ok, I can
understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but
just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name
of God?"
"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it
from the song. . . "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I
AM HIS OWN. . . ."
St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said: "Run Forrest, run."
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it
wrong.
JOHN KERRY
I voted to support the chicken crossing the road before I voted
against the chicken. I do not believe the chicken should have crossed
the road without the support of the French, Germans, and United
Nations. Did I mention I have three Purple Hearts?
GEORGE W. BUSH
We don't need to know why the chicken crossed the road. We just want
to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken
is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground here.
COLIN POWELL
Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite
image of the chicken crossing the road.
HANS BLIX
We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet
been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
RALPH NADER
The chicken's habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted
by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the
unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it was
crushed by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.
PAT BUCHANAN
To steal the job of a decent, hard-working American.
RUSH LIMBAUGH
I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I'll bet it was
getting a government grant to cross the road, and I'll bet that
somebody out there is already forming a support group to help
chickens with crossing-the-road syndrome. Can you believe this? How
much more of this can real Americans take? Chickens crossing the road
paid for by their tax dollars. And when I say tax dollars, I'm
talking about your money, money the government took from you to build
a road for chickens to cross.
MARTHA STEWART
No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a
standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price
dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider
information.
JERRY FALWELL
Because the chicken was gay --- isn't it obvious? Can't you people
see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to
the "other side." That's what they call it the other side. Yes, my
friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will
become gay too. I say we Boycott all chickens until we sort out this
abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly
harmless phrases like "the other side."
DR SEUSS
Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the
chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
To die in the rain. Alone.
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR
I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads
without having their motives called into question.
GRANDPA
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody
told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
BARBARA WALTERS
Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the
chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it
experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its
life long dream of crossing the road.
JOHN LENNON
Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together - in
peace.
ARISTOTLE
It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
KARL MARX
It was an historic inevitability.
CAPTAIN KIRK
To boldly go where no chicken has ever gone before.
SIGMUND FREUD
The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the
road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.
BILL GATES
I have just witnessed eChicken2004, which will not only cross roads,
but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your
checkbook and internet explorer is an integral part of eChicken.
ALBERT EINSTEIN
Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath
the chicken?
BILL CLINTON
I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of
chicken?
AL GORE
I invented the chicken!
THE BIBLE
And God came down from heaven, and he said unto the chicken THOU
SHALT CROSS THE ROAD. And the chicken did cross the road, and there
was much rejoicing.
COLONEL SANDERS
Did I miss one?
You are Invited!!!!!
Due to the cancellation of the Inaugural Ball for Senator Kerry...There
will
be a small Suare' (pity party) for those who have already bought their
attire.
The nights entertainment will be provided by the DIXIE CHICKS & Bruce
Springsteen
Tissues for excessive self pity will be furnished by Susan Sarrandon
and Tim Robbins
We are pleased to announce DAN RATHER will be our Master of
ceremonies!!!
Yeah!!!!
Cameron Diaz has pledged CUPCAKES!!
Whats this?....a Free Screening of Fahrenheit 911! Thank you Michael
Moore.
Ashton Kutcher will sign his latest book..."I open my mouth...and
stupid falls out"
P Diddy will not be in attendance, he is still trying to get the vote
out.
If you see him tell him that he was not "disenfranchised" from this
event. He
can come home now.
Barbara Streisand is preparing for her next role and will not be here,
(boo hoo),
she will be starring as Teresa Heinz Kerry in the sad story of " Shove
it"
Just in.....Grapes will be provided by the Heinz Corporation....Sorry,
only
SOUR available.
The Reverend Jesse Jackson will be cooking on the BBQ and John Kerry
will be
flippin the burgers...something he has proven to be very good at. Lots
of
Ketchup folks, the white house has donated thousands of bottles,
relish, mustard,
and all the pickles too. when asked why the generosity? The spokesman
for the
Bush Household told us.....We have switched to DelMonte thank you very
much.
Attention all actors: Norman Lear is casting for his new television
show
"Fahrenheit 11-2-04 how'd the GOP do that?"
Hope to see you all there...not much else going on.
HILLARY
My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the
beginning, and when I confront him, he denies everything. What's
worse, everyone knows he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also,
since he lost his job three years ago he hasn't even looked for a new
one. All he does is buy big cigars and cruise around and bull****
with his pals, while I have to work to pay the bills. Since our
daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me and
hints that I am a lesbian. What should I do?
Signed, Clueless
Dear Clueless: Grow up and dump him. For Pete's sake, you don't need
him anymore. You're a United States Senator from New York, act like
it
quote:
Originally posted by tigertony:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
ROFLMAO, that made me laugh more that I think it should have... funny ... thanks... my favorite is al gore... lol
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally, the guys' side of the story.
(I must admit, it's pretty good,
We always hear "the rules" from the female side.
Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note... these are all numbered "1"
ON PURPOSE!
1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon
or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every
question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it.
That's what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem.
See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In
fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us
to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways
and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something
or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible,
please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit.
We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, will be scratched.
We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like
nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the
hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer
you don't want to hear.
1 When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is
fine...Really.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are
prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or
monster trucks.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.
1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men
really don't mind that? It's like camping.
Pass this to as many men as you can - to give them a laugh.
Pass this to as many women as you can -
to give them a bigger laugh!!
my brother passed this one on to me when we were finally chased out of the house Thurs. evening...
If a man is alone in the woods and there is no one there to hear, is he still wrong?????
A Chinese walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer.He tells the loan officer that he is going to Taiwan on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.
The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Chinese hands over the keys to a new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out.
The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Chinese for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Chinese returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi-millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"
The Chinese replies: "Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"
2:00 AM: Hunting partners arrive, drag you out of bed.
2:30 AM: Throw everything except kitchen sink into pickup.
3:00 AM: Leave for deep woods.
3:15 AM: Drive back home to pick up gun.
3:30 AM: Drive like crazy to get to the woods before daylight.
4:00 AM: Set up camp. Forgot the stupid tent.
4:30 AM: Head for the woods.
6:05 AM: See eight deer.
6:06 AM: Take aim and squeeze trigger.
6:07 AM: CLICK.
6:08 AM: Load gun while watching deer go over hill.
8:00 AM: Head back to camp.
9:00 AM: Still looking for camp.
10:00 AM: Realize that you don't know where camp is.
NOON : Fire gun for help---eat wild berries.
2:15 PM: Run out of bullets---eight deer come back.
2:20 PM: Strange feeling in stomach.
2:30 PM: Realize that you ate poison berries.
2:45 PM: Rescued.
2:55 PM: Rushed to hospital to have stomach pumped, throw up instead.
3:15 PM: Arrive back at camp.
3:30 PM: Leave camp to kill deer.
4:00 PM: Return to camp for bullets.
4:01 PM: Load gun---leave camp again.
5:00 PM: Empty gun on bug that is bugging you.
6:00 PM: Arrive at camp -- see deer grazing.
6:01 PM: Load gun.
6:02 PM: Fire gun.
6:03 PM: One dead pickup.
6:05 PM: Hunting partners arrive in camp dragging deer.
6:06 PM: Repress desire to shoot hunting partners.
6:07 PM: Fall into fire.
6:10 PM: Change clothing, throw burned ones in fire.
6:15 PM: Take pickup; leave hunting partners and deer in camp.
6:25 PM: Pickup boils over due to hole shot in block.
6:26 PM: Start walking.
6:30 PM: Stumble and fall, drop gun in mud.
6:35 PM: Meet bear.
6:36 PM: Take aim.
6:37 PM: Fire gun, blow up barrel that's plugged with mud.
6:38 PM: Mess pants.
6:39 PM: Climb tree.
11:00 PM: Bear leaves. Wrap gun around tree.
Midnight: Home at last. Fall on knees thanking Maker.
Next day: Watch football game on TV, slowly tearing up hunting license into small pieces, place in envelope, and mail to Game Warden.
4:30 am. Got awakened by hubby, dropping something very loudly in bathroom! Decided to drag myself out of bed, before he came yelling for me to get up! Got dressed!
4:40 am. Trying to find a backpack, to carry all of my stuff in, because for some reason, I've got tons of stuff to carry, and not enough pockets! Asked Hubby, and he doesn't know where it is, because I am always putting things away! Digging and searching!
4:45 am. Found backpack! Emptied old deer antlers, bit's of garbage and stuff, from hubbys archery hunting, and put in new stuff, including snackies,shells, soda, flashlight, and a book, (don't know why) and wondering what kinds of deer lures are lurking in the fabrics with my snackies! Hmmmmmmmm!
4:46 am. Dressed, with clothes, hat and coats, and ready to go, but decide I'd better take a bathroom break, because women are different than men, (duh) and it isn't very convenient in the woods, giving the other hunters a peep show, so off goes some of the clothes again!
5:00 am. Fully dressed, and trying to get my big huge boots on my feet! Bought them, because they are comfortable, and well insulated, so my feet should be nice and dry and warm!
5:05 am. Headed to truck, and trying to find enough room to sit on the seat, with hubbys coat, gun, and other stuff, sliding onto my side, and trying to keep my gun from banging into his, as we pull out of the driveway! (Had a nightmare the day we shot them in, dropped my gun and scope on floor, because the strap broke, and had hubby flip out, upset, poor hubby, because it wouldn't even hit the target, but he tightened the screws in the mounts next day, and thank the Lord, it was fixed, sigh!)
5:20 am. Trudging behind hubby in the dark, up the side of the mountain, to get to our spots, and wishing I swore, because the big stupid, warm, comfortable boots, were keeping my ankles from moving, and along with the added weight of the extra clothes, backpack full of goodies, hot seat, and rifle, was having a terrible time walking! Hubby had to stop every twenty steps or so, and wait for old huffing and puffing! Geech! Got to my spot, and was never so glad to sit down, until hubby left me there in the dark, and I remembered the fact that the neighbors said someone saw a mountain lion in the area! Also some bear! Great!
5:30 am. to 2:00 pm, sitting and shivering out in the woods, and not seeing any deer, at all, because the only ones that came near me that day,( I could hear them running) ran up past hubby, who was sitting in HIS spot, and he shot a doe! Watched several hunters, walking around our spots, scaring any potential deer away, and wondering why we were still there! Sitting there, shelling peanuts, throwing the hulls at each other! Getting bored!
2:00 pm. Walked out of the woods, behind hubby and the dead deer,loaded it up in truck, (with help from one of the annoying hunters) he was nice, I grudgingly say, and came home!
5:00 pm. After hanging up deer, hubby skinning and cleaning the meat, and me making soup out of Thanksgiving left overs, we ate supper, and decided to play Deer Hunter 2005 edition on our computers! It's warmer, safer, and you always see something!
the bears and puma's? they are foreal...
i saw a puma (dead) on the side of the road on 81 just south of Winchester the Sat after T'giving....
they finally opened bear season back up in Md cuz there are too many, and then they shut it down early cuz they got so many so fast.....
course, i don't see much thrill in taking one with his head stuck in in the garbage can museff.......
but the cats? they can smell the gun oil on your rifle i bet.....
sounds like you had fun....
Ric
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet
table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see
carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving
rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine
single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than
single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now.
So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip?
It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or
something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two.
It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of
gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of
your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're instant and made
with skim milk. If so, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a
sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to
control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is
to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New
Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do.
This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the
buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of
eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like
frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position
yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before
becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of
shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them
again.
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each.
Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin.
Always have three. When do you ever get to have more than one
dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the
mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean,
have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the
party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention.
Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the
corner.
Remember this motto to live by:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather
to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other,
body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what
a ride!"
Dumb Nebraska Laws
# If a child burps during church, his parent may be arrested.
# It is Illegal to go whale fishing.
# It is illegal for bar owners to sell beer unless they are simultaneously brewing a kettle of soup.
# It is illegal for a mother to give her daughter a perm without a state license.
Chico CA (a beautiful little city)
# Detonating a nuclear device within the city limits results in a $500 fine.
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The Grand Ayatolah and George W. Bush meet up in Teheran for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When George sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Ayatolahs chair. They begin talking. After about five minutes Ayatolah presses the First button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Bush in the face.
Confused, Bush carries on talking as The Ayatola laughs. A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Bush in the shin. Again Ayatolah laughs, and again Bush carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries. But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Bush in the privates, he's finally had enough, knowing that he can't do much without them functioning well. "I'm going back home!" he tells the Iranian. "We'll finish these talks in two weeks!"
A fortnight passes and The Ayatolah flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Ayatolah notices three buttons on Bush's chair and prepares himself for the Yank's revenge. They begin talking and Bush presses the first button. Ayatolah ducks, but nothing happens. George snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button. Ayatolah jumps up, but again nothing happens. Bush roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, The Grand Ayatolah jumps up again, and again nothing happens. Bush falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.
"Forget this," says Ayatolah. "I'm going back to Teheran!"
Dubya says through tears of laughter, "What Teheran?"
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How To Shower Like a Woman Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.
Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror, make mental note to do more sit ups/leg lifts, etc. Get in the shower.
Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah, and
pumice stone.
Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with added botanicals.
Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 3 minutes until glowy pink.
Wash entire rest of body with gingerbread scrub.
Rinse conditioner out of hair.
Shave armpits and legs.
Turn off shower.
Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
Spray mold spots with Tilex.
Get out of shower.
Dry with towel the size of a small country.
Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
How To Shower Like a Man
Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave
them in a pile.
Walk naked to the bathroom.
If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the "woo-hoo" sound.
Look at your manly physique in the mirror.
Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.
Get in the shower. Wash your face. Wash your armpits.
Blow your nose into your hands and let the water rinse them off.
Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
Wash your hair. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.
Pee.
Rinse off and get out of shower.
Partially dry off.
Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.
Admire wiener size in mirror again.
Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.
Return to bedroom with towel around waist.
If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the "woo-hoo" sound again.
Throw wet towel on bed.
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A man in a bar sees a friend at a table, drinking by himself. Approaching the friend, he comments, "You look terrible. What's the problem?" "My mother died in June, and left me $10,000." said the friend. "Gee, that's tough," he replied. "Then in July," the friend continued, "My father died, leaving me $50,000." The man looking concerned says, "Wow. Two parents gone in two months. No wonder you're depressed." The friend continues, "And last month my aunt died, and left me $15,000." "Three close family members lost in three months??? How sad!!!" "Then this month,..." continued, the friend, "Nothing! Not a single dime!"
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They are seated, and the waitress approaches, sees Roger and says "Nice to see you, Roger. A gin and tonic as usual?" His wife's eyes widen. "You must come here a lot!" "No, no" says Roger "I just know her from volleyball."
Then a stripper walks up to the table. She throws her arms around Roger and says "Roger! A table dance as usual?" His wife, fuming, collects her things and storms out of the bar. Roger follows her and spots her getting into a cab, so he jumps into the passenger seat. His wife looks at him, seething with fury and lets Roger have it with both barrels.
At this, the cabby leans over and says "Sure looks like you picked up a b!tch tonight, Roger!"
quote:there's some good ol' chestnuts in here...
Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, newly promoted colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Unable to control the impulse to impress, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the airman to enter, then spoke into the phone, "Yes, General, I'll be seeing him this afternoon and I'll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir." Feeling sufficiently entrenched, the colonel hung up and looked over his glasses: "Speak up, son, what do you need?"
*pause while options are considered*
"Nothing important, sir," the airman replied,
"I'm just here to hook up your telephone."
quote:that bill sure is a lucky guy
Originally posted by ohdagagain:
Q. How did Bill and Hillary Clinton meet?
A. They were dating the same girl in high school.