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A drunk is driving through town and his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over and asks, “Where have you been?”
“I've been to the pub,” slurs the drunk.
“Well,” says the cop, “it looks like you've had quite a few.”
“I did alright,” the drunk says with a smile.
“Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?”
“Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk. “For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf.”
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I'd say "I care."
But I'd be lying.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 11:52 pm |
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Hmmm- so nobody liked that one huh?
Alright- here's another.
A man is riding aimlessly through the desert on a donkey. He is not hungry or thirsty, because he has a bottomless bowl of fruit. He wanders for about a week and eventually gets pretty horny. He gets to the point where he can't stand it anymore. So he decides to try and have sex with the donkey.
He drops his pants and positions himself under the donkey. But, to his dismay, the donkey walks away. Only slightly discouraged, the man decides to try again. He walks to where the donkey is standing, positions himself under the donkey, and right before he goes for it, the donkey walks away again. Now the man is getting frustrated.
As he prepares for his third and final try, he sees a vision. A beautiful, naked woman appears out of nowhere. She approaches the stunned man, who until recently, believed that he was the only person for hundreds of miles. She smiles at him and says, ''I would do anything for that bowl of fruit you have."
''Anything?'' he says, getting fairly excited.
''Yes, anything.'' she replies.
So he says, ''Will you hold the donkey!?'' |
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:35 am |
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Q: What do you call a dog with no legs?
A: It doesn't matter, he's not going to come anyway. |
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:20 am |
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The gal who cuts my hair told me this one just yesterday. Stop me if you've heard it before. Oh wait, you can't!
A guy goes into a bar with a pet monkey. No sooner have they entered, than the monkey starts running around grabbing all of the olives, onions and even the lemon twists out of all of the patron's drinks and eating them.
"Hey!" shouts the bartender, "Stop that!" With that, the monkey runs over to the pool table, grabs the cue ball and swallows it.
"Alright!" says the bartender, "That's enough, you two GET OUT!"
The guy and his monkey leave, but two weeks later they come back into the bar.
"Hey!" shouts the bartender, "Is that monkey going to behave?"
The guy nods and says "Yes, he's much better now."
With that, the monkey runs over to the drink condiment tray on the bar, grabs a grape, shoves it up his butt, poops it back out and pops it into his mouth.
"Hey!" says the bartender, "I thought he was much better!"
"He is. After that cue ball thing, he always measures things before he eats them." |
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 12:26 am |
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'Measures things." -nice.
This one may not be "work safe":
Tom walks out of a bar, swaying back and forth with a key in his hand. A cop on the beat sees him and approaches.
"Can I help you, fella?" asks the cop.
"Yes! Somebody stole my car!" Tom replies.
The cop asks, "Okay, where was your car the last time you saw it?"
"It was at the end of this key!" Tom replies.
At this point, the cop looks down and sees Tom's pen@s hanging out of his trousers. So he asks Tom, "Hey buddy, are you aware that you're exposing yourself?"
Tom looks down sadly and moans, "Oh God.... they got my girlfriend too!" |
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 3:50 am |
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Next:
Q: What do you get when you have 32 rednecks in a room?
A: A full set of teeth. |
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:42 am |
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Examples of metaphors:
Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31 pence-a-pint night.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m.at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red crayon.
Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a truck backing-up.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
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I'd say "I care."
But I'd be lying.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:42 am |
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 9:01 am |
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| i am and just about died lol |
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 1:43 am |
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| Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day! |
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 3:57 pm |
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Did you hear about the guy who found out the secret to making women happy?
No, neither did I.
har har har. Guess this might be funny up until we start getting some female members around here.  |
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 3:15 am |
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Billy's homework assignment is to think of a true story with a moral so he goes home and thinks about it all night and finally has one.
The following day, Suzy raises her hand first and says, "My dad owns a farm and every Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the truck and drive into town to sell them at the market. Well, one Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the road."
The teacher asks for the moral to the story. Suzy replies, "Don't put all your eggs in one basket."
Next is Lucy. "Well, my dad owns a farm, too, and every weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last weekend only 8 of the 12 eggs hatched. The moral is, don't count your chicks before they are hatched.''
Billy is last to speak. He says, ''My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam War. His plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed, with only a parachute, a bottle of bourbon, a machine gun, and a machete. As he floated down he drank the bottle of bourbon. Unfortunately, he landed right in the middle of 100 North Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun, but ran out of bullets so he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more. The blade broke on his machete, so he killed the last 10 with his bare hands.''
The teacher looks in shock at Billy and asks if there is possibly any moral to his story.
Billy replies, "Don't f**k with my Uncle Ted when he's been drinking.'' |
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 9:34 am |
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Wow, we ARE out to offend the fairer sex!
A guy is walking down the street one day, and he sees a pirate coming down the sidewalk the other way.
As they get closer to one another, the guy notices the pirate has a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. When they get within earshot of each other, the guy calls out "Hey, pirate, do you know you have a steering wheel sticking out of your pants?"
"Aargh! Aye! It's driving me nuts!" |
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 12:54 am |
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A man is lying in bed in a hospital with an oxygen mask over his mouth. A young nurse appears to sponge his face and hands.
"Nurse," he mumbles from behind the mask, "Are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed the young nurse replies, "I don't know, I''m only here to wash your face and hands."
He struggles again to ask, "Nurse, Are my testicles black?"
Again the nurse replies, "I can''t tell. I''m only here to wash your face and hands."
The ward nurse passes by and sees the man getting a little distraught so she marches over to inquire what is wrong.
"Nurse," he mumbles, "Are my testicles black?"
Being a nurse she is undaunted. She whips back the bedclothes, pulls down his pajama trousers, moves his pen@s out of the way, has a good look, pulls up the pajamas, replaces the bedclothes and announces, "Nothing is wrong with them."
At this the man pulls off his oxygen mask and asks again,
"Are my test results back?" |
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 1:45 am |
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There was a long, long line of spirits at the gate waiting to get into heaven. Not all these spirits could fit into heaven, so the ones who died the worst death would be allowed in.
The first man in line started telling his story, ''Well, Peter, you see, I knew that my wife was cheating on me so I decided to come home early from work one day to catch them in action. I got home and searched all over but I couldn't find him. Then when I walked out onto the balcony, there he was dangling off the darn thing by his fingertips. So I ran and got a hammer then started beating him with it and he fell. Well, the fall didn't kill him, because he landed in a bush so I picked up the refrigerator and threw it on him. Although that killed him, the strain gave me a heart attack, and here I am.''
The next man came up and started his story. ''St. Peter, I always work out on my balcony on the 14th floor of my apartment building. I was on my bike one day and I fell off when it flipped. I sailed over the rail and I thought 'Please God spare my life' and he did. I caught on to a balcony below me. I was even happier when a man discovered me hanging there. But all of a sudden he started beating my hands with a hammer so I fell again. But the dear Lord saved me again when I landed in a bush. But I'm here now because the guy threw his refrigerator on top of me.''
It was now the third guy's turn to start his story. ''Well, Peter, just picture this. I'm hiding butt naked in this married chick's refrigerator.....''' |
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