tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86939598475542895212024-03-13T10:22:58.020-07:00Email HumourUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-78211819263468815752011-01-25T10:11:00.001-08:002012-06-24T15:02:03.348-07:00How Babies Are Made in the Electronic EraEvery time this couple made love the husband always insisted on shutting off the light. <br />
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Well, after 20 years and a couple of kids the wife felt this was ridiculous. She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit. So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild, screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights. She looked down, and saw her husband was holding a battery-operated leisure device...a vibrator! It was soft, wonderful and larger than a real one. <br />
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She went completely ballistic. "You impotent bastard," She screamed at him, "how could you be lying to me all of these years? You better explain yourself!" <br />
The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says calmly: "I'll explain the toy . . . you explain the kids."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-68570557065498261612010-11-08T08:22:00.000-08:002010-11-08T08:47:07.637-08:00JOKES TO OFFEND EVERYONESome are old, some are new, some really suck and others, well they are funny. OK, so it didn't rhyme. Orange<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball?</span><br /><br />Juan on Juan<br /><br /><!-- START - 300 x 250 email humour content1 box ---><br /><br /><script language="javascript"><br />document.write('<iframe src="http://www.clubdubya.com/adcode/ehumor/content_1.htm" frameborder=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 scrolling="no" allowTransparency="true" width="300" height="250"></iframe>');<br /></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What is a Yankee? </span><br /><br />The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover? </span><br /><br />The position of the dirt bag.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why is divorce so expensive? </span><br /><br />Because it's worth it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? </span><br /><br />Doughnuts<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why is air a lot like sex? </span><br />Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What do you call a smart blonde? </span><br /><br />A golden retriever.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What do attorneys use for birth control? </span><br /><br />Their personalities.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife? </span><br /><br />10 years and 45 lbs<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband? </span><br /><br />45 minutes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What's the fastest way to a man's heart? </span><br /><br />Through his chest with a sharp knife.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why do men want to marry virgins? </span><br /><br />They can't stand criticism.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking? </span><br />Because those men already have boyfriends.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog? </span><br /><br />After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why do men chase women they have no intention of marrying?</span><br /><br />The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why don't bunnies make noise when they have sex? </span><br /><br />Because they have cotton balls.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What's the difference between a porcupine and BMW? </span><br /><br />A porcupine has the pricks on the outside.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What did the blonde say when she found out she was pregnant? </span><br /><br />"Are you sure it's mine?"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex? </span><br /><br />Mace will do that to you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why did OJ Simpson want to move to West Virginia?<br /></span><br />Everyone has the same DNA.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays? </span><br /><br />Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Where does an Irish family go on vacation? </span><br /><br />A different pub.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a blonde baby? </span><br /><br />They named him "Sum Ting Wong"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other? </span><br />A speech impediment<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo? </span><br />A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with... "a recipe".<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />How do you get a sweet 80-year-old lady to say the F word? </span><br /><br />Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale? </span><br /><!-- START - 300 x 250 email humour content 2 box ---><br /><br /><br /><br /><script language="javascript"><br />document.write('<iframe src="http://www.clubdubya.com/adcode/ehumor/content_2.htm" frameborder=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0 scrolling="no" allowTransparency="true" width="300" height="250"></iframe>');<br /></script><br /><!-- END Ad Code ---><br /><br /><br /><br />A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time ..."<br /><br />A southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit...."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><!-- END Ad Code --->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-11667149218934237312010-09-26T21:37:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:06:34.335-07:00The Man Test1. If you are over forty, and you have a washboard stomach, you are a queer. It means you haven't sucked back enough beer with the boys and have spent all your free time doing sit-ups, aerobics, and doing the Oprah diet... Fag.<br />
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2. If you have a cat, you are a homo. A cat is like a dog, but queer-- it grooms itself constantly but never scratches itself, has a delicate touch except when it uses its claws, and whines to be fed. <br />
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And just think about how you call a dog... 'Killer, come here! I said get your ass over here, Killer!' Now think about how you call a cat... 'Kitty Kitty Belle, come to daddy, snookums!' Yep, you're queer.<br />
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3. If you suck on lollipops, Ring-Pops, baby pacifiers, or any such nonsense, rest assured, you are a Gaylord. A straight man only sucks on BBQ ribs, crab claws, raw oysters, lobster backs, pickled pig's feet, or tits. Anything else and you are a Homo in training and undeniably a fag.<br />
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4. If you refuse to take a dump in a public bathroom or piss in a parking lot, you crave a deep homosexual relationship. A man's world is his toilet; he defecates and urinates where he pleases.<br />
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5. If you drink anything other than regular coffee, you're as fairy as Tinkerbelle. A straight man will never be heard ordering a 'Decaf Soy Latte'. If you've put a Decaf Soy Latte to your lips, you've had a man there too.<br />
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6. If you know more than six names of non-standard colors or four different types of dessert other than ice cream and custard, you might as well be handing out free ass passes. A real man doesn't have memory space in his brain to remember all of that crap. If you can pick out chartreuse you're gay. Pumpkin is not a color. If you think so, you are a fruit, just like the damned pumpkin. And if you can name ANY type of textile other than cotton or denim, you are a peter puffer.<br />
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7. If you drive with both hands on the wheel, forget it, you're dying to tune a meat whistle. A man only puts both hands on the wheel to honk at a slow-assed driver or to cut the prick off. The rest of the time he needs that hand to change the radio station, eat a hamburger, or hold his beer.<br />
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8. If you do not send this off to your best male friends because you are afraid of hurting their feelings then you are definitely on the verge of being a salami smuggler.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-18556260565758481142010-06-08T08:06:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:11:28.012-07:00Alien Meets Gas Pump - Take me to your Leader<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/TA5emEPPaKI/AAAAAAAAJks/538nCqHXMVE/s1600/alien+gas+pump+joke.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/TA5emEPPaKI/AAAAAAAAJks/538nCqHXMVE/s400/alien+gas+pump+joke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480421804622178466" /></a>Two aliens landed in the Arizona desert near agas station that was closed for the night. They approached one of the gas pumps and the younger alien addressed it saying, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader."<br />
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The gas pump, of course, didn't respond.<br />
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The younger alien became angry at the lack of response.<br />
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The older alien said, 'I'd calm down if I were you.'<br />
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The younger alien ignored the warning and repeated his greeting. Again, there was no response.<br />
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Pissed at the pump's haughty attitude, he drew his ray gun and said gruffly, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader or I will fire!"<br />
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The older alien again warned his comrade saying, 'You probably don't want to do that! I really think that will make him mad.'<br />
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'Rubbish,' replied the cocky, young alien. He aimed his weapon and opened fire. There was a huge explosion. A massive fireball roared towards him and blew the younger alien off his feet and threw him in a burnt, smoking mess about 200 yards away in a cactus patch.<br />
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Half an hour passed. When he finally regained consciousness, he refocused his three eyes, straightened his bent antenna, and looked dazedly at the older, wiser alien who was standing over him shaking his big, green head.<br />
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'What a ferocious creature!' exclaimed the young, fried alien. 'He damn near killed me! How did you know he was so dangerous?'<br />
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The older alien leaned over, placed a friendly feeler on his crispy friend and replied, 'If there's one thing I've learned during my intergalactic travels, you never fuck with a guy who can loop his penis over his shoulder twice and then stick it in his ear.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-12296925654217083382010-06-03T20:38:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:10:44.722-07:00Nymphomaniac ConventionA man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his. <br />
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Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, 'Business trip or pleasure?' <br />
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She turned, smiled and said, 'Business. I'm going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston .' <br />
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He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. <br />
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Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, 'What's your business role at this convention?' <br />
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'Lecturer,' she responded. 'I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.' <br />
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'Really?' he said. 'And what kind of myths are there?' <br />
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'Well,' she explained, 'one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.' <br />
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'Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best. <br />
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I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.' <br />
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Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I don't even know your name.' <br />
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'Tonto,' the man said, 'Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-41162959606537329592010-05-25T09:49:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:11:49.267-07:00Child Birth through the Eyes of a ChildDue to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby.<br />
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Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.<br />
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Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place........spank his ass again!'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-35401590834320869622010-05-04T08:50:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:12:32.386-07:00Men Never ListenIn a Chicago Hospital , a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. <br />
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A nurse noticed his predicament. <br />
Sir, she said "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall." <br />
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. <br />
Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP20 and a red one labeled ATR.. <br />
Who would know if he touched them? ; <br />
He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. <br />
What a nice feeling, he thought. <br />
Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this. <br />
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. <br />
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When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, <br />
it is tender loving pleasure. <br />
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When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. <br />
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Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him. <br />
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"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button." <br />
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"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow." <br />
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MEN NEVER LISTEN<br />
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Here ya go a butt load of Tiger Woods jokes gathered from the internet, let's just call it a Best of The worst in Tiger Woods Jokes.</em><br />
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Elin Nordegren got hired today as a consultant. She’s teaching Phil Mickelson how to beat Tiger. <br />
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What’s the difference between a car and a golf ball? Tiger can drive a ball 400 yards. <br />
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Elin found out he’s not a Tiger, he’s a Cheetah. <br />
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Tiger’s confused. Every other time he made a hole-in-one, everyone was all happy about it.<br />
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Tiger just hates it when he drives, and then his balls hit a tree. <br />
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What do baby seals and Tiger Woods have in common? Both were clubbed by a Swede.<br />
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Tiger Woods is so rich that he owns lots of expensive cars. Now he has a hole in one<br />
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Tiger’s car still runs, but it goes “putt, putt, putt…”<br />
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What was Elin Nordegren doing at 2:30 in the morning? She was clubbing. <br />
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Tiger Woods is tree under.<br />
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Tiger Woods has been dropped by Gilette after admitting this incident was his closest shave ever. <br />
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Tiger woods has a lot of cars, now he has a “hole in one”.<br />
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On the topic of infidelity and humour, remember the whole whatherface Bobbit story from a number of years ago... Tiger should consider himself lucky Elin only took a club to the car<br />
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<strong>Tiger Woods and his wife were driving down the road arguing about his cheating.<br />
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Suddenly, Elin reaches over, slices off Tiger's penis and angrily she tosses it out the window of the car.<br />
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Driving behind the car is a pickup truck with a man and his 10 year old daughter chatting away beside him.<br />
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All of a sudden, the penis smacks the pickup in the windshield and flies off.<br />
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Suprised, the daughter asks her daddy, "Daddy what in the heck was that?"<br />
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Not wanting to expose his 10 year old daughter to sex at such a tender age, the father replies, "It was only a bug, honey"<br />
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The daughter gets a confused look on her face, and after a minute she says "Sure had a big dick ! </strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-37815485136354293112009-10-31T07:03:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:14:13.892-07:00Hans Olaffsen's Chinese LaundryWalking through Chinatown, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese restaurants, shops, signs and banners. He turns a corner and sees a building with the sign, "Hans Olaffsen's Laundry."<br />
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"Hans Olaffsen?", he muses. "How in hell does that fit in here?" So he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman behind the counter.<br />
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The tourist asks, "How did this place get a name like 'Hans Olaffsen's Laundry?'" The old man answers, "Is name of owner."<br />
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The tourist asks, "Well, who and where is the owner?" "Me... is right here," replies the old man.<br />
"You? How did you ever get a name like Hans Olaffsen?"<br />
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"Is simple," says the old man. "Many, many year ago when come to this country, was stand in line at Documentation Center. Man in front was big blonde Swede. Lady look at him and go, 'What your name?' He say,'Hans Olaffsen.' Then she look at me and go, 'What your name?'"<br />
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"I say Sem Ting."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-79226643586303497522009-09-18T07:04:00.000-07:002010-10-14T02:09:56.832-07:00PIRATE JOKES for Talk Like a Pirate Day<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SrOYYpga6kI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/2QAj9499ahM/s1600-h/PIRATE+JOKES+TALK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+SAYINGS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SrOYYpga6kI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/2QAj9499ahM/s320/PIRATE+JOKES+TALK+LIKE+A+PIRATE+DAY+SAYINGS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382813528863992386" /></a><br />
Argh Matey, be forwarded that ye be entering thee territory of bad jokes and cheesy puns.<br />
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Here ya Go, a bounty load of PIRATE JOKES <br />
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Who was the pirate's favorite basketball player?<br />
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Kareem Abdul JabAARRRGGGHHH!!! <br />
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and we continue with MORE PIRATE JOKES for International Talk Like A Pirate Day<br />
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What does a surfer pirate say?<br />
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GnARRRRRRRRly dude!<br />
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What is a pirate's favorite way to fly?<br />
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A helicoptAAARRR!! <br />
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What takes a pirate 30 minutes but only lasts for 2?<br />
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An ARRRRgasm! <br />
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Where do pirates go to have fun?<br />
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To the CARRRRRRRNIVAL!!! <br />
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Why did the pirate break his teeth?<br />
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His food was too hAAAAARRRD!<br />
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What did the pirate say when his wooden leg got stuck in the freezer?<br />
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Shiver me timbers! <br />
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Why did the pirate make everyone stand at the back of the ship?<br />
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Because he was being very stern! <br />
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3.14159265 % of Sailors are Pi Rates.<br />
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Why do young pirates always fail when saying the alphabet in kindergarten?<br />
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Because their fathers insist that there are seven Cs!!!! <br />
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Why did the pirate cross the road?<br />
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To get to the second hand shop!!!!!!! <br />
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What do pirates and pimps have in common?<br />
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They both say "YO HO!" and walk with a limp! <br />
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What happened when Redbeard the Pirate fell into the Blue Sea?<br />
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He got Marooned! <br />
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How to Pirates pick up women?<br />
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They put on some anti-pers-pirate!!! <br />
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Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the waves, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, "Bring me my red shirt!". The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt, which the captain put on and lead the crew to battle the pirate boarding party. Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled.<br />
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Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending boarding parties. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain calm as ever bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!". The battle was on, and once again the Captain and his crew repelled both boarding parties, although this time more casualties occurred.<br />
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Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day's occurrences when an ensign looked to the Captain and asked, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?". The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, "If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid". The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man.<br />
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As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way. The men became silent and looked to their Captain for his usual command. The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my brown pants!!<br />
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A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!"<br />
"What do you mean?" the pirate replies, "I'm fine."<br />
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."<br />
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a cannon ball hit my leg but the surgeon fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."<br />
"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."<br />
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in another battle and we boarded the enemy ship. I was in a sword fight and my hand was cut off but the surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I feel great, really."<br />
"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."<br />
"Well," says the pirate, "One day when we were at sea, some birds were flying over the ship. I looked up, and one of them shat in my eye."<br />
"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird shit!"<br />
"Well," says the pirate, "I really wasn't used to the hook yet."<br />
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Sorry, one last Arrggh Pirate joke<br />
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What did the 86 year old Pirate get for his birthday?<br />
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Arrrrrthitis! <br />
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Like a true pirate, I pillaged these jokes from dem dar InternetUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-51007499523120826572009-06-26T10:52:00.001-07:002009-06-26T10:52:31.277-07:00RabbitsTeacher: If I gave you 2 rabbits, and another 2 rabbits and another 2, how many will you have? <br />Johnny: Seven Sir<br /><br />Teacher: No, listen carefully. If I gave you 2 rabbits, and another 2 rabbits and another 2, how many will you have?<br />Johnny: Seven<br /><br />Teacher: Let me put it to you differently. If I gave you 2 apples, and another 2 apples and another 2, how many will you have?<br />Johnny: Six.<br /><br />Teacher: Good. Now if I gave you 2 rabbits, and another 2 rabbits and another 2, how many will you have?<br />Johnny: Seven!<br /><br />Teacher: Where the fuck do you get seven from?<br />Johnny: Because I've fuckin already got one at home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-74820635012763622612009-06-24T07:37:00.000-07:002009-06-24T07:39:12.737-07:00Detroit School LessonA first grade teacher in Detroit asked her students if they could tell the class what sound a pig makes.<br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Little Tyrone stood up and said:<br />"Up against the wall mother fucker!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-37540621231950152812009-06-22T07:18:00.000-07:002009-06-22T07:19:52.629-07:00How to get out of shopping with your wifeMy wife was always after me to go shopping with her. <br /><br />Then I began wearing my favorite shirt.<br /><br /><br />Now she doesn't want me to go shopping with her anymore.<br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br />Scroll Down <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/Sj-SuXYrhhI/AAAAAAAAIdI/1UNnGuXRJnQ/s1600-h/dick+shirt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/Sj-SuXYrhhI/AAAAAAAAIdI/1UNnGuXRJnQ/s400/dick+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350156207588607506" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-66760450161918215912009-06-22T07:15:00.000-07:002009-06-24T07:39:41.285-07:00Italian Tomato GardenAn old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.<br /><br />His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:<br /><br />Dear Vincent, <br />I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over.. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.<br />Love, Papa<br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br />A few days later he received a letter from his son.<br /><br /><br />Dear Pop,<br />Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried..<br />Love,<br />VinnieUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-17438945683990183722009-06-04T17:52:00.000-07:002009-06-04T17:54:22.552-07:00Various politically incorrect jokesLady in labour, shouting the usual shit, "Get this out of me! Give me the drugs!"<br /><br />She turns to her boyfriend and says, "You did this to me, you fucker!"<br /><br />He casually replies, "If you remember, I wanted to stick it up your arse, but you said, 'fuck off it'll be too painful.'" <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I can't see the big deal with calling a Pakistani a Paki. <br /><br />Isn't it just the same as calling an Australian an Aussie, an Englishman a Limey or a Frenchman a Cvnt?<br /><br /> <!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />I was walking in a cemetery this morning and saw a bloke hiding behind a gravestone.<br /><br />I said, "Morning." <br /><br />He replied, "No, just having a shit." <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Went to my first Muslim birthday party last week.<br /><br />The "musical chairs" was a bit slow but, fuck me, the "pass the parcel" was quick!!! <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. <br /><br />Then I realised that The Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked him to forgive me.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />I'm not racist, racism is a crime, and crime is for black people.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:54 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = '6131BD';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991549&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991549&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br />I was walking down the road when I saw an Afghan bloke standing on a fifth floor balcony shaking a carpet.<br />I shouted up to him, "What's up, Abdul? Won't it fuckin' start?" <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />My girlfriend and I were having sex the other day when she looked at me and said, "Make love to me like in the movies."<br />So I fucked her in the ass, pulled out, flipped her over, and came all over her face and hair.<br /><br />I guess we don't watch the same movies.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:54 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = '6131BD';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991549&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991549&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br />A man walks into a petrol station and says, "Can I please have a KitKat Chunky?" <br /><br />The lady behind the till gets him a KitKat Chunky and brings it back to him.<br /><br />"No," says the man, "I wanted a normal KitKat, you fat bitch."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-80121470209493342282009-05-06T09:35:00.000-07:002009-05-06T09:36:37.743-07:00Why I fired my SecretaryWhy I fired my Secretary. <br /><br />Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.. <br /><br />I went downstairs for breakfast <br />hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, <br />'Happy Birthday!', <br />and possibly have a small present for me. <br /><br />As it turned out, <br />she barely said good morning, <br />let alone <br />' Happy Birthday.' <br /><br />I thought.... <br /><br />Well, that's marriage for you, <br />but the kids... <br />They will remember. <br /><br />My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast <br />and didn't say a word.. <br />So when I left for the office, <br />I felt pretty low <br />and somewhat despondent. <br /><br />As I walked into my office, <br />my secretary Jane said, <br />'Good Morning Boss, <br />and by the way <br />Happy Birthday ! ' <br />It felt a little better <br />that at least someone had remembered. <br /><br />I worked until one o'clock , <br />when Jane knocked on my door <br />and said, 'You know, <br />It's such a beautiful day outside, <br />and it is your Birthday, <br />what do you say we go out to lunch, <br />just you and me..' <br />I said, 'Thanks, Jane, <br />that's the greatest thing <br />I've heard all day. <br />Let's go !' <br /><br />We went to lunch. <br />But we didn't go <br />where we normally would go. <br />She chose instead at a quiet bistro <br />with a private table. <br />We had two martinis each <br />and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. <br /><br />On the way back to the office, <br />Jane said, 'You know, <br />It's such a beautiful day... <br />We don't need to go straight back to the office, <br />Do We ?' <br /><br />I responded, <br />'I guess not. <br />What do you have in mind ?' <br />She said, <br />'Let's drop by my apartment, <br />it's just around the corner.' <br /><br />After arriving at her apartment, <br />Jane turned to me and said, <br /><br />' Boss, if you don't mind, <br />I'm going to step into the bedroom <br />for just a moment. <br />I'll be right back.' <br />'Ok.' 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A few miles later<br />huffing and puffing, he finally gives up.<br /><br />The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing<br />happens. On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he<br />has lost 10 lbs. as promised.<br />He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program. The next<br />day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning,<br />beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life. 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This girl is in excellent<br />shape and he does his best, but no such luck. So for the next four days,<br />the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better<br />shape..<br /><br />Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he<br />discovers that he has lost another 20 lbs. as promised. He decides to go<br />for broke and calls the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program<br />'Are you sure?' asks the representative on the phone. 'This is our most<br />rigorous program.'<br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:54 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = '6131BD';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991549&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991549&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br />'Absolutely,' he replies, 'I haven't felt this good in years.'<br />The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds<br />a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running<br />shoes and a sign around his neck that reads, 'If I catch you, you're mine'<br /><br />He lost 63 pounds that weekUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-56654262409821703182009-03-17T07:40:00.001-07:002009-03-17T08:08:51.963-07:00IRISH JOKES - May the luck of de Irish be with ye this St Patty's Day<h2> IRISH JOKES</h2><br /><br /><br />The Irish attempt at scaling Mount Everest was a valiant effort, but it failed: They ran out of scaffolding. <br /><br /><br /><h2> DIRTY IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br />Patrick O'Malley hoisted his beer and said: "Here's to spending the rest of me life between the legs of me wife!" - and he took home the top prize for the best toast of the night.<br /><br />In bed later that night, he told his wife: "Mary, I won the prize for the best toast of the night." She said, "Aye, Paddy, what was your toast?" <br /><br />So he told her: "Here's to spending the rest of me life sitting in church beside me wife." <br /><br />"Oh," she said, "that is very nice, dear." <br /><br />The next day, Mary ran into one of Paddy's drinking partners in the street. Mischievously, the man said: "Did you hear about your husband winning a prize in the pub the other night for a toast about you, Mary?" <br /><br />She replied: "Aye - and I was a bit surprised. Till now, he's only been down there twice. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come". <br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br /> <br />An Irish man is sitting a a bar drinking<br />A flamboyantly gay man comes up to him and asks, "can i give you a blow job?"<br />The Irishman stands up and punches the gay man.<br />The bar tender comes over and asks, "Why did you hit that guy?"<br />The Irish man replied, "He said somethin about me gettin a job" <br /><br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br /><h2> IRISH JOKES - THE IRISH VS THE BRITISH </h2><br /><br />An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were reading a newspaper article about which nationalities' brains were for sale for transplant purposes. An Irishman's or a Scotsman's brain could be bought for £500 but an Englishman's brain cost £10,000. That proves,' said The Englishman, 'that Englishmen are much cleverer than Irishmen or Scotsmen.' <br />'No it doesn't,' said The Irishman, 'it just means that an Englishman's brain has never been used.'<br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br />An Englishman, a Frenchman and an Irishman were in a pub talking about their children.<br /><br />'My son was born on St George's Day, 'remarked the Englishman, 'So we obviously decided to call him George.' <br /><br />'That's a real coincidence, 'observed the Frenchman, 'My daughter was born on Valentine's Day, so we decided to call her Valentine.' <br /><br />'That's really incredible, 'drawled the Irishman, 'Exactly the same thing happened with my son Pancake.' <br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><br /><h2> IRISH JOKES - IRISH Foreign affairs </h2><br /><br />An Irishman arrived at Boston's Logon airport and wandered about the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks. An airline employee asked him if he was homesick. <br /><br />'No, 'replied the Irishman.' It's worse, I have I've lost all me luggage.' <br /><br />'That's terrible, how did that happen?' <br /><br />'The cork fell out of me bottle.' <br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br />A Swiss man, on holiday in Dublin, needed directions. He was standing outside Davy Byrne's pub when he saw two youths walking by so he stops them and asks, 'Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?' <br /><br />The two lads look at each other blankly and stare back at him. <br /><br />'Excusez-moi, parlez vous Français ?' he tries.<br /><br />The two continue to stare. <br /><br />'Parlare Italiano?' Still absolutely no response from the two lads.<br /><br />'Hablan ustedes Espanol?' The Dublin lads remain totally silent.<br /><br />The Swiss guy walks off extremely disappointed and downhearted that he had not been understood. One of the boys turns to the second and says, 'Y'know, maybe we should learn a foreign language!' <br /><br />'Why?' says the youth, 'That guy knew four languages, and it didn't do him any good!' <br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:54 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = '6131BD';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991549&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991549&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><br />A Texan walks into a pub in Galway, Ireland and raises his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He shouts, 'I hear you Irish are a bunch of drinkin' fools. I'll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back to back.' <br /><br />The room is quiet and no one takes of the Texan's offer.<br /><br />Paddy Murphy gets up and leaves the bar. Thirty minutes later, he shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. Is your bet still good?' asks Paddy.<br /><br />The Texan answers, 'Yes, 'and he orders the barman to line up 10 pints of Guinness.<br /><br />Immediately, Paddy downs all 10 pints of beer, drinking them all back to back. The other pub patrons cheer and the Texan sits down in amazement. The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and asks, 'If ya don't mind me askin', where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?' <br /><br />Paddy Murphy replies, 'Oh................... I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first.' <br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br />An Brian O'Malley, a sweet Irish man and his family move to Toronto Canada, and he is job seeking. He decides he wants to join the RCMP, he's always liked the bright furry red hats, and loves horses. Anyway, he goes down town the headquarters and asks them for an application.<br /><br />They greet him with enthusiasm, and give Brian the standard testing application, thinking they could find a spot for him somewhere on the team. Brian does a quick once over to the questionnaire, and snaps his fingers. On his way out, he told the RC's, that he best finish this at home, leaving them confused, he hops happily away.<br /><br />When he got home he went straight to work filling out the questions which read.<br /><br />Ques: Have you ever been arrested?<br /><br />Ans: No.<br /><br />Ques: Have you committed any crimes?<br /><br />Ans: No.<br /><br />Ques: Check off Religion.<br /><br />Ans: Proud Strong Catholic.<br /><br />Ques: Are you sure?<br /><br />Ans: As sure as me mudders name is Mary.<br /><br />Ques: Ok then, who killed Jesus?<br /><br />His wife interrupts him, and asked him how his first job hunting went with the RCMP, to which Brian whispers, lowering his head. "Shh, I can't discuss it. It's top secret you know, I'm on a murder case."<br /><br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------<br />'How far is it to the next village?' asked the American tourist. 'It's about seven miles,' guessed the farmer. 'But it's only five if you run!' <br /><br />Why did the leprechaun stand on the potato? <br />To keep from falling in the stew!<br /><br />Do leprechauns make good secretaries? <br />Sure, they're great at shorthand!<br /><br />How did the leprechaun beat the Irishman to the pot of gold? <br />He took a shortcut!<br /><br />What do leprechauns love to barbecue? <br />Short ribs!<br /><br />Why are leprechauns so hard to get along with? <br />Because they're very short-tempered!<br /><br />"I married an Irishman on St. Patrick's Day."<br />"Oh, really?" <br />"No, O'Reilly!"<br /><br />How did the Irish Jig get started? <br />Too much to drink and not enough restrooms! <br /><br />What do you call an Irishman who knows how to control his wife? <br />A bachelor.<br /><br />Knock, knock! <br />Who's there? <br />Don. <br />Don who? <br />Don be puffin' down the Irish now! <br />'I'd like some nails,' Mick requested of the ravelling tinker. 'How long would you like them?' asked the man. 'Forever, if that's all right with you,' said Mick. <br /><br />'The baby is just like his father,' said Mary Quinn. 'But at least he's got his health!' <br /><br />'I was going to give him a nasty look but he already had one!'<br /><br />'You three are a right pair if ever I saw one!' <br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------<br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br /><br />An American tourist travelling in County Clare, Ireland came across a little antique shop in which he was lucky enough to pick up, for a mere 200 Irish punts ($350), the skull of Brian Boru*. <br /><br />Included in the price was a certificate of the skull's authenticity, signed by Brian Boru himself. <br /><br />Fifteen years later the tourist returned to Ireland and asked the man from Clare, who owned the antique shop, if he had any more bargains. <br /><br />'I've got the very thing for you, 'said the shopkeeper, 'It's the genuine skull of Brian Boru.' <br /><br />'You cheat, 'exploded the American, 'You sold me that fifteen years ago, 'and producing the skull added loudly, 'Look, they're not even the same size.' <br /><br />'You have got it wrong, 'opined the seller, '' This is the skull of Brian Boru when he was a lad.' <br /><br />* Brian Boru (940 to 1014) managed the rare feat of uniting Ireland. In a turning point in the war with the Vikings, Brian Boru defeated the Viking leader Ivar in single combat. Not only was Brian successful in battle, but he also had at least 4 wives and founded the O' Brien clan.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br /><br /><h2> IRISH JOKES - MISC IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br /><br /><br />Soon after O'Shaughnessy clocked in for work, the foreman called him over and told him that he had a phone call in the front office. <br /><br />When O'Shaughnessy returned, he had a mournful expression on his face and his head hung low. His foreman noticed and asked if it was bad news.' To be shure it was, Boss, 'he replied, 'I just found out from Ireland that my mother died earlier this morning.' <br /><br />'Gosh, that's awful, 'replied the foreman, 'Do you want the rest of the day off?' <br />'No, 'replied O'Shaughnessy. ' I'll finish the day out.' <br /><br />About an hour later, the foreman returned to inform him that there was another phone call for him in the office. This time when O'Shaughnessy returned he looked twice as glum, and the foreman asked if everything was alright.<br /><br />'Bejeezuz Boss, its even worse news. That was my brother, and his mother died today too!' <br /><br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-24 11:35:54 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFCC66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = '6131BD';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991549&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991549&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br /><br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br />An elderly couple were driving through County Kerry, Ireland. Irene was driving when she got pulled over by the Gardai, who asks her, 'Ma'am did you know that you were speeding?' <br /><br />Irene turns to her husband, Mick and enquires, 'What did he say?' <br /><br />Mick yells out, 'He says you were speeding!' <br />The Garda said, 'May I see your license, please ma'am?' <br /><br />Irene, once again, turns to Mick and says, 'What did he say?' <br /><br />Once more, Mick, shouts out, 'He wants to see your license!' <br /><br />Irene gives the policeman her driving license.<br /><br />The Garda retorts, 'I see you are from Kerry. I spent some time there once and had the worst date I have ever had.' <br /><br />For the final time, Irene turns to Mick and asks, 'What did he say?' <br /><br />Mick yells very loudly, 'He thinks he knows you!' <br /><br />-------------------------------------------<br /><br />Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and asked, Father, me dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' A mass for the poor creature?' <br /><br />Father Patrick replied, 'I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for an animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the creature.' <br /><br />Muldoon said, 'I'll go right away Father. Do ya' think €*5,000 is enough to donate to them for the service?' <br /><br />Father Patrick exclaimed, 'Sweet Mary and Joseph. 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Can you help us?' <br />'I can.' <br /><br />'Do you know a Ted Houlihan?' <br />'I do'<br /><br />'Is he a member of your congregation?' He is'<br /><br />'Did he donate €*10,000 to the church?' <br />'He will.' <br /><br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />While being interviewed for a job, the personnel manager said to the Maguire brothers: <br /><br />'We're going to give you a written examination. Ten questions. Whoever gets most right we'll hire.' <br /><br />Papers were produced and the boys set to work answering the general knowledge questions. When the time was up the personnel manager collected and marked the papers. <br /><br />'Well,' said he, 'you've both got nine out often, but I'm giving Mick the job.' <br /><br />'Why's that?' asked Pat. <br /><br />'Well,' said the manager, 'you both got the same question wrong but he had<br /><br />'I don't know this' and you had 'Neither do I!'. <br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br /><br />There now follows a list of inventions. They were the brainchildren of the Kerry man who was history's unluckiest producer of lemonade. Over the years he came up with 4-up, 5-up, 6-up and then stopped! And if that isn't bad enough, look at other things he produced: <br /><br />An inflatable dartboard <br /><br />A chocolate kettle <br /><br />A soluble life-raft <br /><br />A self-righting aspirin <br /><br />A solar-powered torch<br /><br />----------------------------------------------<br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br /><br />I first met O'Reilly when I was in St Peter's Hospital, Chertsey, England. He was in the same ward as me and was lying, quite still, in the bed next to me when I awoke early on that Friday morning.<br /><br />I was taken aback because he was swathed in bandages from head to toe, with just two little slits for his eyes and this made it difficult to engage him in conversation.<br /><br />However, later that same day, his best friend, Dermot Callaghan, came in to visit O'Reilly and I listened in to their conversation which went as follows: <br /><br />'What happened to you?' asked Callaghan. <br /><br />'I staggered out of The Invincible pub, in Shepperton Road, and a lorry hit me a glancing blow and knocked me through the Co-op's plate glass window,' mumbled O'Reilly.' <br /><br />'Begorrah,' exclaimed Callaghan in his broad Munster accent, 'It's a good job you were wearing all those bandages or you'd have been cut to ribbons!'<br /><br />------------------------------------------------<br /><br />There was an Irish man standing on the dock, with the others waiting for the boat to come. A sweet Irish Lassie came and stood beside him and asked. <br /><br />"What brings you to the port today?'<br /><br />To which the man replied. "Oh, I'm waiting for me brudder. Me brudder is coming in today."<br /><br />"How lovely." She replied.<br />"Yep," he continued. "I will not know me brudder." He continued sadly.<br /><br />"And why not?" The lassie asked curiously. "Why would you not know yer own brudder?"<br /><br />"Aye, me brudder left 20 year ago, and I will not know me brudder." He answered.<br /><br />"Oh my, how will you know when yer brudder gets off the ship?"<br /><br />"Ohh, I'll not be worrying about that dear Lassie, me brudder will know me."<br /><br />"How can you be so sure yer brudder will know you, if you won't know yer brudder?" She asked confused.<br />"Because I never left." He said with a grin.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------<br /><br />An Irish man is sitting in a boat, and it's a small boat that sprung a leak, and it's sinking fast.<br />A boat of a little larger size comes along, and the captain shouts out. "Come on, hop over, yer boat's sinking."<br /><br />The Irish man sat quietly, contemplating the matter. After a moment he looks over at the Captain and shakes his head. "No tanks, the Lord's gonna save me." <br /><br />After trying his best the Captain gave up, and sadly left the poor Irish man to sit in his sinking boat.<br /><br />After a while, another more larger boat than the last came along and the Captain shouted out. "Yer boats sinking, hurry up and climb aboard."<br /><br />The Irish man folded his arms firmly. "No tanks, I'm waiting for the Lord, he's gonna save me."<br /><br />"It'll be your funeral lass if you don't hop in my boat."<br /><br />"So much yew know, I believe in the Lord, and I'm staying right here until the Lord himself saves me."<br /><br />The stubborn Irish man turned down a steam liner, with sailors trying to thrown him a line, and eventually his boat sank and he drowned.<br /><br />Now at the pearly white gates stood a hopping angry Irish man, and he looked the Lord straight in the eye and said.<br /><br />"Lord, what did I ever do all me forsaken life, to deserve such a wreched death? I believed in ya, I waited for ye to save me.. but ya didn't?"<br /><br />The Lord looked down at his loyal Irish man and frowned. "I sent you two boats, and an ocean steamer, what more did yew want?"<br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br />At the height of the gulf wars, the expertise of Red Adair (that well known fire fighter) was called upon to go out to the gulf and put out the oil rig fires.<br /><br />On his way his plane landed in Ireland for an overnight stop so Red took advantage to visit the local bar for a pint of the black stuff. On entering the bar two old Irish boys witnessed him walk in and one said to the other. 'Isn't that Red Adair'? The other replied, 'No'. <br /><br />The old boy then said, 'I'm sure it is and I'm so sure that I will bet you a pint if I am wrong'. The doubting one said, 'Ok' and they both went over to Red and the one said, 'Are you Red Adair'? to which Red said he was. <br /><br />The doubting Irishman said, 'Are you still dancing with Ginger Rogers'?<br /><br />------------------------------------------------<br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br />Paddy wanted to be an accountant, so he went and took the Irish accountancy exam. <br /><br />Examiner: If I give you two rabbits and then I give you another two rabbits, how many rabbits do you have? <br />Paddy: Five. <br /><br />Examiner: No, listen carefully again. If I give you two rabbits and then I give you another two rabbits, how many rabbits have you got? <br />Paddy: Five. <br /><br />Examiner: Let's try this another way. If I give you two bottles of beer and then I give you another two bottles of beer, how many bottles of beer have you got? <br />Paddy: Four. <br /><br />Examiner: Good! Now, if I give you two rabbits and then I give you another two rabbits, how many rabbits have you got? <br />Paddy: Five. <br /><br />Examiner: How on earth do you work out that two lots of two rabbits is five? <br />Paddy: I've already got one rabbit at home! <br /><br /><h2> IRISH JOKES - SHORT ONE LINER IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br />An American lawyer inquired, 'Paddy, why is it that whenever you ask an Irishman a question, he answers with another question?' <br />'Who told you that?' asked Paddy. <br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><br />An Irish lass, a customer: 'Could I be trying on that dress in the window?' <br />Shopkeeper: 'I'd prefer that you use the dressing room.' <br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><h2> MORE IRISH JOKES </h2><br /><br /><br />Mrs. Feeney shouted from the kitchen, 'Is that you I hear spittin' in the vase on the mantel piece?' <br />'No,' said himself, 'but I'm gettin' closer all the time.' <br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><br />'O'Halloran,' asked the pharmacist, 'did that mudpack I gave you improve your wife's appearance?' <br />'It did surely,' replied O'Halloran, 'but it keeps fallin' off.' <br /><br />-----------------------------------------Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-6775267604037809482009-02-27T08:14:00.000-08:002009-02-27T08:18:25.232-08:00NO EASTER EGG HUNT THIS YEAR<span style="font-weight:bold;">NO EASTER EGG HUNT THIS YEAR</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SagHUU4s_NI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/U5WRo-61bHM/s1600-h/Obama+watermelon+email+joke+dean+grouse+watermelon+patch+picture+racist.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SagHUU4s_NI/AAAAAAAAG2Y/U5WRo-61bHM/s400/Obama+watermelon+email+joke+dean+grouse+watermelon+patch+picture+racist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307500206641446098" /></a><br /><br />This <a href="http://spankadamonkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/obama-watermelon-patch.html">OBAMA EMAIL JOKE</a>, became popular since Dean Grouse, Mayor of Los Alamitos California sent it to all his friends, including.... now get this, a Back Rights Activist.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-29051421498104599022009-02-17T07:19:00.001-08:002010-09-29T00:35:46.049-07:00NAPSTER BADThis is a little dated but is just as new today as it was back in the day when METALLICA SUED NAPSTER. 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'Good morning,' said the young man. 'If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.’ 'Go away!' I said. <strong>'I haven't got any money!', 'I'm broke!'</strong> and proceeded to close the door. Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open. 'Don't be too hasty!' he said. 'Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.' And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto my hallway carpet. 'If this <strong>vacuum cleaner </strong>does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Sir, I will personally eat the remainder.' 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What part of 'broke' do you not understand?'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-70470318512059190952009-01-21T18:52:00.000-08:002009-01-21T18:59:16.195-08:00GEORGE CARLIN 7 WORDS YOU CAN'T SAY ON TV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SXfg7boYSRI/AAAAAAAAGLs/58unVG77_TI/s1600-h/GEORGE+CARLIN+7+WORDS+YOU+CANT+SAY+ON+TV.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvXEhdXFheY/SXfg7boYSRI/AAAAAAAAGLs/58unVG77_TI/s320/GEORGE+CARLIN+7+WORDS+YOU+CANT+SAY+ON+TV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293947198631332114" /></a>Not exactly an Email joke, but <span style="font-weight:bold;">GEORGE CARLIN'S SEVEN WORDS YOU CAN'T SAY ON TELEVISION</span> has become a classic. Enjoy<br /><br />"I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I uh, I think is important. I love..as I say, they're my work, they're my play, they're my passion. Words are all we have really.<br /><br />We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. You know, [humming]. And, then we assign a word to a thought, [clicks tongue]. And we're stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. I like to think, yeah, the same words that hurt can heal. It's a matter of how you pick them.<br /><br />There are some people that aren't into all the words. There are some people who would have you not use certain words. Yeah, there are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are <span style="font-weight:bold;">seven of them that you can't say on television</span>. What a ratio that is. 399,993 to seven. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous, to be separated from a group that large. All of you over here, you seven. Bad words. That's what they told us they were, remember? 'That's a bad word.' 'Awwww.' There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. 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Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.<br /><br />Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, wow. Tits doesn't even belong on the list, you know. It's such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname. 'Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.' It sounds like a snack doesn't it? Yes, I know, it is, right. But I don't mean the sexist snack, I mean, New Nabisco Tits. The new Cheese Tits, and Corn Tits and Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits Onion Tits, Tater Tits, Yeah. Betcha can't eat just one. That's true I usually switch off . But I mean that word does not belong on the list.<br /><br />Actually, none of the words belong on the list, but you can understand why some of them are there. I am not completely insensitive to people's feelings. You know, I can dig why some of those words got on the list...like cocksucker and motherfucker. Those are...those are heavy-weight words. There's a lot going on there, man. Besides the literal translation and the emotional feeling. They're just busy words. There's a lot of syllables to contend with. And those K's. Those are aggressive sounds, they jump out at you. CocksuckerMotherfuckerCocksucker. It's like an assault, on you. So I can dig that.<br /><br />And we mentioned shit earlier, of course. Two of the other 4-letter Anglo-Saxon words are Piss and Cunt, which go together of course. But forget about that. A little accidental humor there. Piss and Cunt. The reason Piss and Cunt are on the list is that a long time ago certain ladies said 'Those are the two I am not going to say. I don't mind Fuck and Shit, but P and C are out. P and C are out.' Which led to such stupid sentences as 'OK, you fuckers, I am going to tinkle now.'<br /><!-- Begin: AdBrite, Generated: 2009-01-21 21:55:44 --><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var AdBrite_Title_Color = 'CC0000';<br />var AdBrite_Text_Color = '400058';<br />var AdBrite_Background_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_Border_Color = 'FFFF66';<br />var AdBrite_URL_Color = 'FF6FCF';<br />try{var AdBrite_Iframe=window.top!=window.self?2:1;var AdBrite_Referrer=document.referrer==''?document.location:document.referrer;AdBrite_Referrer=encodeURIComponent(AdBrite_Referrer);}catch(e){var AdBrite_Iframe='';var AdBrite_Referrer='';}<br /></script><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,83,67,82,73,80,84));document.write(' src="http://ads.adbrite.com/mb/text_group.php?sid=991546&zs=3330305f323530&ifr='+AdBrite_Iframe+'&ref='+AdBrite_Referrer+'" type="text/javascript">');document.write(String.fromCharCode(60,47,83,67,82,73,80,84,62));</script><br /><div><a target="_top" href="http://www.adbrite.com/mb/commerce/purchase_form.php?opid=991546&afsid=1" style="font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Your Ad Here</a></div><br /><!-- End: AdBrite --><br />And of course the word Fuck. The word Fuck, I don't really...well, this is some more accidental humor, but I don't really want to get into that now. Because I think it takes too long. But I do mean that. I mean, I think the word fuck is an important word. It's the beginning of life, and, yet it's a word we use to hurt one other, quite often. And uh, people much wiser than I have said, I'd rather have my son watch a film with two people making love than two people trying to kill one other. And I of course agree. I wish I know who said it first, and I agree with that. But I would like to take it a step further. I would like to substitute the word fuck, for the word kill in all those movie cliches we grew up with. 'Okay Sheriff, we're gonna fuck ya now. But we're gonna fuck ya slow.' So maybe next year I'll have a whole fuckin' rap on that word. I hope so.<br /><br />Uh, there are two-way words, but those are the seven you can never say on television. Under any circumstances you just can not say them ever, ever ever, not even clinically. You can not weave them in the panel with Doc and Ed and Johnny, I mean it's just impossible, forget those seven, they're out.<br /><br />But, there are some two-way words. There are double-meaning words. Remember the ones your giggled at in sixth grade? 'And the cock crowed three times.''Hey, the cock the cock crowed three times. It's in the bible.' There are some Two-way words, like it's okay for Curt Gowdy [mis-spelled in original transcription. -ed.] to say 'Roberto Clemente has two balls on him.' But he can't say, 'I think he hurt his balls on that play Tony, don't you? He's holding them. He must have hurt them by God.' And the other two-way word that goes with that one is prick. It's okay if it happens to your finger. Yes, you can prick your finger, but don't finger your prick. No, no."<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_Nrp7cj_tM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_Nrp7cj_tM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693959847554289521.post-8983007445811001362009-01-16T08:06:00.000-08:002009-01-16T08:07:59.124-08:00Why am I black Mommy?A little boy says to his mother, "Mommy, how come I'm black and<br />you're white?"<br /><br /> <br /><br />His mother replies, "Don't even go there! From what I can remember about that fucking party, you're lucky that you don't bark!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0