When my prayers were poorly said;
who tucked me in me widdle bed
and spanked me butt ’til it was red?
…..Me Mudder!
In the morning, when the lights would come
and in me crib me dribbled some;
who wiped me widdle tiny bun?
…..Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
and placed me on me ice cold pot
and made me pee-pee when me could not?
…..Me Mudder!
Whose hair so gently she would part
and hold me tightly to her heart
and sometimes squeeze me until I’d fart?
…..Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows drooped
and screamed and yelled ’til she had the croup
when in me Sunday pants I pooped?
…..Me Mudder!
And at night when the bed did squeak
and I raised me head to have a peek,
who yelled at me to go to sleep?
…..Me Fadder!!!
Love thy teacher
A boy comes home from school one day and excitedly tells his father, �Guess what? I had sex with my teacher today!�
The father smiles and says, �I�m proud of you, son.
You�re a bit young, but the day a man loses his virginity is a day to celebrate.
I�ll take you out for a fancy dinner, then I�ll buy you a new bicycle!�
�Dinner sounds great, Dad,� the son replies, �but can we hold off on the bike?
My butt is still a little sore.�
Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Calamjo
The Plumber
A lawyer needed a leak fixed and called the plumber; who after about 45 minutes was done and all cleaned up. “That will be $75” said the plumber. The lawyer objected saying “I’m a lawyer, and I dont even get that much an hour!” The plumber responded: “I didn’t either, when I was a lawyer”.
Mexican Barbeque
Planes can land at the White House.
Do someone a favor and
Polish Frogmen
DOJ sues Ford Motor Co.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Wednesday, 22 October 1998WASHINGTON — The Justice Department today filed suit against Ford Motor Company, alleging that Ford’s practice of ‘bundling’ radios with its cars was a monopolistic restriction of trade, and an unfair competitive practice against makers of car radios such as Alpine and Pioneer.’We feel that it is wrong for Ford to give away what other companies charge for,’ said Joe Klein, head of the DOJ’s antitrust division. ‘Furthermore, requiring that Ford dealers deliver cars to consumers with radios preinstalled restricts consumer choice.’Justice demanded that Ford immediately cease shipping cars with radios, and that it provide current Ford owners with easy instructions for removing their existing radios. Klein also asked a judge to impose a $1,000,000 per day fine on Ford for each day it failed to comply. ‘Usually, antitrust fines are about $10,000 per day,’ Klein said. Klein called the amount of the requested fine ‘unprecendented’, but then said, ‘Well, you know, what the hell.’
Guide To Walking Tigers
Tigers really are as big and poofy and soft as they look, and they purr like a freight train going by. You find this out by taking one for a walk. To take a tiger for a walk, you first need a tiger. Tigers fresh from the bush are not recommended for the inexperienced. What you need is one who’s used to the procedure. He or she is thus liable to be merely playful, rather than actively irritated. You also need a friend, whom you really, really trust. The friend carries an apple wood cane; apple, or some other wood which will bend under stress rather than shattering. This, friend, is your backup, and the cane is his or her only tool for everything, from knocking stuff out of the way that the tiger is liable to eat, to crowd control, to hooking on and madly hanging on if things go wrong.
What YOU carry is a ten foot length of pass-link chain. This is your leash.
Pass-link chain is the stuff where the links will fit through each other. This is important. You need this so you can hook on a safety clip. The chain is looped about the tiger’s neck and acks as a giant choke-chain, but the clip is there to keep a loop of some sort in case things go badly wrong. You carry the chain looped in one hand in a peculiar fashion which permits the whole length of chain to be dragged from your hand without taking your hand and/or arm with it. You practice this beforehand till you’re sure you’ve got it right.
Then you go into the cage with the tiger. Your friend does not. You gauge the tiger’s mood and put the leash on the tiger. There isn’t a whole lot more to say about this step except to say that that is why your friend is there, OUTside the cage. On your side is the fact that the tiger knows what the leash is for by this time and presumably is largely in favor of the idea.
This is where you find out that tigers are soft and poofy. They are also much, much larger than you had ever dreamed, when you’re standing next to one.
Then you take the tiger for a walk. Your friend walks in front with the cane to clear the way. You walk with the tiger at your side, keeping pretty good control and letting the tiger know that you are Paying Attention, because if the tiger thinks you are not Paying Attention, it will do what housecats do, let you know that you should be Paying Attention. Unlike housecats, the tiger is big enough not to have to do anything truly outrageous to rectify the situation. Reaching behind you with one forepaw and sweeping your legs out from under you is generally considered good enough by most tigers. They think this is hilarious. To this extent, tigers differ from housecats in that they seem to have a sense of humor.
It is possible that the tiger will see something that it wants. In this case, the tiger will go where it wants to go, and your job is to stop it. This is generally done by wrapping the chain around something that you pass, as the tiger drags you away. This will slow it down enough for your friend to jump on top of you and grab the chain as you go bulleting across the countryside. The weight of two adult humans will generally slow a tiger down enough to make things manageable, whereas one will not.
It is not usual for the tiger to react to freedom by turning around and turning you into fajitas, though this would actually (at least in the short term) be an eminently practical thing for the tiger to do. They enjoy their fun but are generally not ill-tempered. If they are they don’t get taken for walks.
They also purr like a freight train passing. Experts in the field claim that this is not purring, that it means something else, but you couldn’t put it by me. Sure sounded like purring, at 16-2/3 RPM, but it sounded like purring.
All in all, an experience I highly recommend as a lifetime source of cocktail party conversation, but it sort of tends to leave you limp for the rest of the day.
Question and answer blonde joke
No known species
1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.
2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 1 in the world. BUT since Santa doesn’t (appear) to handle certain children due to various religious beliefs, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total – 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that’s 91.8 million homes. One presumes there’s at least one good child in each.
3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.
This means that Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second – a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that ”flying reindeer” (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload – not even counting the weight of the sleigh – to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison – – – this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance – this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporize
Are Ladies too Materialistic?
A woman parked her brand-new Lexus in front of her office, ready
to show it off to her colleagues. As she got out, a truck
passed too close and completely tore off the door on the
driver’s side. The woman immediately grabbed her cell phone,
dialed 911, and within minutes, a policeman pulled up. Before
the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the woman started
screaming hysterically. Her Lexus which she had just picked up
the day before was now completely destroyed and would never be
the same, no matter what the body shop did to it. When the
woman finally wound down from her ranting and raving, the
officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief. “I can’t
believe how materialistic you women are,” he said. “You are so
focused on your possessions that you don’t notice anything
else.” “How can you say such a thing?” asked the woman. The
cop replied, “Don’t you know that your left arm is missing from
the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit
you.”
“My God!!” screamed the woman. “Where’s my tennis bracelet?!”