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| AWOLangel | Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:29 am Post #61 |
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not jokes, just some funny stuff Sex, Church & Pancakes Sex The mother of a 17-year-old girl was concerned that her daughter was having sex. Worried the girl might become pregnant and adversely impact the family's status, she consulted the family doctor. The doctor told her that teenagers today were very willful and any attempt to stop the girl would probably result in rebellion. He then told her to arrange for her daughter to be put on birth control and until then, talk to her and give her a box of condoms. Later that evening, as her daughter was preparing for a date, the woman told her about the situation and handed her a box of condoms The girl burst out laughing and reached over to hug her mother saying: 'Oh Mom! You don't have to worry about that! I'm dating Susan!' Church A man went to church one day and afterward he stopped to shake the preacher's hand . He said 'Preacher, I'll tell you, that was a damned fine sermon. Damned good!' The preacher said, 'Thank you sir, but I'd rather you didn't use profanity.' The man said, 'I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five thousand dollars in the offering plate!' The preacher said, 'No shit?' Pancakes Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor. With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis. After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, 'Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.' The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table. 'Gee, Mom,' he exclaimed. 'For me?' 'Just take two,' Brenda replied . 'The rest are for your father.' |
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| Lus | Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:39 am Post #62 |
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Sherlock... I mean... KHANNNNNNN
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| AWOLangel | Sun Sep 7, 2008 2:31 pm Post #63 |
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The boss had to fire somebody, and he narrowed it down to one of two people, Debra or Jack. It was an impossible decision because they were both super workers. Rather than flip a coin, he decided he would fire the first one who used the water cooler the next morning. Debra came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying all night. She went to the cooler to take an aspirin. The boss approached her and said,"Debra, I've never done this before, but I have to lay you or Jack off." "Could you jack off?" she says. "I feel like shit." |
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| ForgetMeNot | Sun Sep 7, 2008 3:32 pm Post #64 |
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| AWOLangel | Tue Sep 9, 2008 5:30 pm Post #65 |
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Remember: it's Pagan Pride Month - note the theme. How many Witches does it take to change a light bulb? Depends on what you want to change it into. How many Druids does it take to screw in a light bulb? They don't screw in light bulbs, they screw in stone circles. How many Dianics does it take to change a light bulb? Only one, but that bulb has really got to want to change. How many Gardnerians does it take to change a lightbulb? Can't say. It's oathbound How many Alexandrians does it take to change a lightbulb? Same number as Gardnerians. How may light bulbs does it take to change a Gardnerian? None, they can do it all by themselves, thank you very much!! How many Dianic women does it take to screw in a light bulb? That's W-I-M-M-I-N, and that's not funny! |
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| AWOLangel | Tue Sep 9, 2008 5:30 pm Post #66 |
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And the non-pagan ones: How many Californians does it take to change a light bulb? Six. One to turn the bulb, one for support, and four to relate to the experience How many New Yorkers does it take to screw in a light bulb? None 'o yo' fuckin' business! How many WASPs does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to call the electrician and one to mix the martinis. How many software people does it take to screw in a light bulb? None. That's a hardware problem. How many Unix hacks does it take to change a light bulb? As many as you want; they're all virtual, anyway. |
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| Purplelizard2006 | Wed Sep 10, 2008 2:28 pm Post #67 |
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It's Christmas!
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Saw that in my email inbox sometime ago.
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| AWOLangel | Sat Sep 13, 2008 4:05 pm Post #68 |
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playing with words 1. The roundest knight at king Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi. 2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian. 3. She was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still. 4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption. 5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work. 6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery. 7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering. 8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart. 9. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie. 10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. 11. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it. 12. Atheism is a non-prophet organization. 13. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, 'You stay here, I'll go on a-head.' 14. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me. 15. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: 'Keep off the Grass.' 16. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, 'No change yet.' 17. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. 18. It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. 19. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium, at large. 20. The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran. 21. A backward poet writes in-verse. 22. In democracy it's your vote that counts. In feudalism it's your count that votes. 23. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion. 24. Don't join dangerous cults: Practice safe sects! |
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| AWOLangel | Tue Oct 14, 2008 5:50 pm Post #69 |
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i can't remember if this was done before After 40 Years Of Marriage A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table. She said, 'For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.' The wife answered, 'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.' The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof! - two tickets for the Queen Mary II appe ared in her hands. The husband thought for a moment: 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.' The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish. So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof!...the husband became 92 years old. The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember fairies are female..... |
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| Ltpondwater9 | Tue Oct 14, 2008 5:58 pm Post #70 |
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**Tomahawk Chop**
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That'll learn him!
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| ForgetMeNot | Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:09 pm Post #71 |
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| Ltpondwater9 | Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:34 pm Post #72 |
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**Tomahawk Chop**
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Fresh from the inbox:
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| Sara_Paris | Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:37 am Post #73 |
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That's Mrs Tom Paris to you
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Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact? Breasts don't have eyes. How do you circumcise a hillbilly? Kick his sister in the jaw. How do you find a blind man in a nudist colony? It's not hard. |
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Kol-ut-shan- Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations *****Tea, Earl Grey, Hot!***** The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it. -Nietzsche All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. -Moby Dick | |
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| Sara_Paris | Wed Oct 15, 2008 8:49 am Post #74 |
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That's Mrs Tom Paris to you
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What's the difference between purple and pink? The grip. What do Tupperware and a walrus have in common? They both like a tight seal. What is a Yankee? The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. |
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Kol-ut-shan- Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations *****Tea, Earl Grey, Hot!***** The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it. -Nietzsche All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. -Moby Dick | |
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| Sara_Paris | Wed Oct 15, 2008 9:45 am Post #75 |
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That's Mrs Tom Paris to you
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What's a mixed feeling? When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your new car. What's the height of conceit? Having an orgasm and calling out your own name. What's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball? A guy will actually search for a golf ball |
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Kol-ut-shan- Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations *****Tea, Earl Grey, Hot!***** The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it. -Nietzsche All men live enveloped in the whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. -Moby Dick | |
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| Purplelizard2006 | Wed Oct 15, 2008 10:06 am Post #76 |
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It's Christmas!
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Lizard Birth If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD! Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet. Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room. 'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad . Can you help?' I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. 'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!' 'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.' 'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie , Mom!' I was equally outraged. 'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife. 'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically! ) 'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth). 'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed. 'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!). By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. 'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth..' 'Oh, gross!' they shrieked 'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know. We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. 'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted. 'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified. 'Do something, Dad !' my son urged. 'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. 'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know. 'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) 'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly.. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. 'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged. 'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for G~d's sake.). The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. 'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically. 'Oh, very interesting, ' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?' I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. 'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked. 'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor.. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife. We were silent, absorbing this. 'So, Ernie's just . just . . . excited,' my wife offered. 'Exactly,' the vet replied , relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly. 'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just .that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . . teeny little . . ' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. 'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay. 'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad ,' he told me. 'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter. Two lizards: $140. One cage: $50. Trip to the vet: $30. Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless! Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs! |
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| AWOLangel | Thu Oct 16, 2008 4:06 pm Post #77 |
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While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, whose hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to one of the local political candidates. The old rancher said, "Well, ya know, that candidate is a 'Post Turtle'". Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was. The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'". The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. "You know they didn't get up there by themselves, they don't belong up there, and they don't know what to do while they're up there, and you just wonder what kind of dummy put them up there to begin with". |
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| ForgetMeNot | Thu Oct 16, 2008 5:09 pm Post #78 |
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Sarah Palin is a post turtle.
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| rab24 | Thu Oct 16, 2008 8:15 pm Post #79 |
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Can we please leave political jabs for another site? I'm doing my best not to respond as I don't see it as a good addition to AA. |
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| Purplelizard2006 | Tue Oct 28, 2008 9:40 am Post #80 |
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It's Christmas!
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T-G-I-F vs. S-H-I-T A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright, 'T-G-I-F.' He smiled at her and replied, 'S-H-I-T.' She looked puzzled and repeated, 'T-G-I-F,' more slowly. He again answered, 'S-H-I-T.' The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so she smiled her biggest smile, and said as sweetly as possibly, 'T-G-I-F.' The man smiled back to her and once again said, 'S-H-I-T.' The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain. 'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it, duuhhh?' The man answered, ''S-H-I-T' means 'Sorry, Honey, it's Thursday' |
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