Female prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart and strong, One whose thingy is thick and long!

One who thinks before he speaks,
When he promises to call, he won’t wait weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed, And when I spend his cash, he won’t be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair & opens the door,
Massages my back & begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who will make love to my mind, Knows just what to say when I ask ” how big’s my behind?”

One who will make love till my body’s a twitchin’,In the hall, the shower, the garden and kitchen!
I pray that this man will love me no-end, And never attempt to shag my best friend.

And as I kneel and pray by my bed,
I look at the jackass you sent me instead!

A-Man

Submitted by Tantilazing
Edited by Calamjo

The first Jewish President of the United States…

The first Jewish President of the United States
calls his mother in Queens and invites her to
come down for Chanukah.

She says, “I’d like to, but it’s so much trouble…
I mean, I have to get a cab to the airport, and
I hate waiting on Queens Boulevard…”

He replies, “Mom! I’m the President! You won’t
need a cab – I’ll send a limousine for you!”

His mother replies, “I know, but then I’ll have to
get my ticket at the airport, and try to get a seat
on the plane, and I hate to sit in the middle…it’s
just too much trouble.”

He replies, “Mom! I’m the President of the
United States! I’ll send Air Force One for you –
it’s my private jet!”

To which she replies, “Oh, well, but then when
we land, I’ll to carry my luggage through the
airport, and try to get a cab…it’s really too much
trouble.”

He replies, “Mom!! I’m the President! I’ll send a
helicopter for you! You won’t have to lift a finger.”

She answers, “Yes, that’s nice…but, you know,
I still need a hotel room, and the rooms are so
expensive, and I really don’t like the rooms…”

Exasperated, he answers, “Mom! I’m the
President! You’ll stay at the White House!”

She responds, “Well…all right…I guess I’ll come.”

The next day, she’s on the phone with her friend
Betty.

Betty: “Hello, Sylvia… So nu, what’s new?”

Sylvia: “I’m visiting my son for Thanksgiving!”

Betty: “The doctor?”

Sylvia: “No … the other one.”

Murphy’s Laws For Law Enforcement

1.Bullet Proof’ vests aren’t.

2.The bigger they are, the harder they fall. They also punch, kick and choke harder too.

3.The speed at which you respond to a fight call is inversely proportional to how long you’ve been a cop.

4.Tear gas works on cops too, and regardless of wind direction, will always blow back in your face.

5.High speed chases will always proceed from an area of light traffic to an area of extremely heavy traffic.

6.If you know someone who tortures animals and wets the bed, he is either a serial killer or he works for Internal Affairs.

7.Placing a gun back in a shoulder holster with your finger on the trigger will cause you to walk with a limp.

8.Flash hiders don’t really.

9.If you have `cleared’ all the rooms and met no resistance, you and your entry team have probably kicked in the door of the wrong house.

10.If a cop swings a baton in a fight, he will hit other cops more often than he will hit the bad guys he swings at.

11.Domestic arguments will always migrate from an area of few available weapons (living room), to an area with many available weapons (kitchen).

12.If you have just punched out a handcuffed prisoner for spitting at you, you are about to become a star on `Eyewitness News’.

13.Bullets work on veteran cops too. They also work on weight lifters, martial arts experts, department marksmen, Vice cops, S.W.A.T. jocks, and others who consider themselves immortal.

14.When a civilian sees a blue light approaching at a high rate of speed, he will always pull into the lane the cop needs to use.

15.If you drive your patrol car to the geometric center of the Gobi Desert, within five minutes some dumb civilian will pull along side you and ask for directions.

16.You can never drive slow enough to please the citizens who don’t need a cop, and you can never drive fast enough to please the ones who do.

17.Any suspect with a rifle is a better shot than any cop with a pistol.

18.From behind you, the bad guys can see your night sights as well as you can.

19.On any call, there will always be more `bad guys’ than there are good guys, and the farther away your back-up, the more there will be.

20.The longer you’ve been a cop, the shorter your flashlight and your temper gets.

21.Whatever you are about to do, if there is a good chance it will get you killed, you probably shouldn’t do it.

22.You should never do a shotgun search of a dark warehouse with a cop whose nickname is “Boomer”.

23.The better you do your job, the more likely you are to be shot, injured, complained on, sued, investigated, or subpoenaed on your day off.

24.If a large group of drunk bikers is “holed-up” in a house, the Department will send one officer in a beat car. If there is one biker “holed-up” in a house, they will send the entire S.W.A.T. Team.

Customs Problems

After an overnight flight to meet my father at his latest military assignment, my mother wearily arrived at Rhein-Main Air Base in Germany with my eight siblings and me — all under age 11.

Collecting our many suitcases, the ten of us entered the cramped customs area. A young customs official watched our entourage in disbelief, “Ma’am,” he said, “do all these children and this luggage belong to you?”

“Yes, sir,” my mother said with a sigh, “they’re all mine.”

The customs agent began his interrogation: “Ma’am, do you have any weapons, contraband or illegal drugs in your possession?”

“Sir,” she calmly answered, “if I’d had any of those items, I would have used them by now!

What is In Your Hand?

“My god! What happened to you?” the bartender asked Kelly as he hobbled in on
a crutch, one arm in a cast.

“I got in a tiff with Riley.”

“Riley? He’s just a wee fellow,” the barkeep said, surprised. “He must have
had something in his hand.”

“Aye, that he did,” Kelly said. “A shovel it was.”

“Dear Lord, didn’t you have anything in YOUR hand?”

“Aye, that I did — Mrs. Riley’s tit.” Kelly said. “And a beautiful thing it
was, but not much use in a fight!”

Let me say grace!

A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms.

The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve been seeing this girl for a while and she’s really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight’s “the” night. We’re having dinner with her parents, and then we’re going out. And I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna get lucky after that.

Once she’s had me, she’ll want me all the time, so you’d better give me the 12 pack.”

The young man makes his purchase and leaves.

Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents.

He asks if he might give the blessing, and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes.

The girl leans over and says, “You never told me that you were such a religious person.”

He leans over to her and says, “You never told me that your father is a pharmacist!”

Morals

In a classroom of third graders, the teacher says to the kids, “Today, class, we will be telling stories that have a moral to them.”

She explained what a moral to a story was and asked for volunteers.

Little Suzie raises her hand.

Suzie: “I live on a farm and we have a chicken that laid 12 eggs, we were excited to have 12 more chickens but only 6 of them hatched.”

Teacher: “That’s a good story, now what is the moral?”

Suzie: “Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched.”

Teacher: “Very good Suzie, anyone else?”

Ralphie: “Yes teacher, I was carrying some eggs I bought for my mom in my bicycle basket one day and I crashed my bike and all the eggs broke.”

Teacher: “That’s a nice story, what is the moral?”

Ralphie: “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”

Teacher: “Very good Ralphie, anyone else?”

Little Johnny: “Yes teacher, my Aunt Karen is in the army and when she was in the Gulf War, she parachuted down with only a gun, 20 bullets, a knife, and a six-pack of beer. On her way down, she drank the six pack. When she landed, she shot 20 Iraqis and killed ten of them with her knife.”

Teacher: “Very interesting, Johnny, what is the moral to your story?”

Little Johnny: “Don’t fuck with Aunt Karen when she’s drunk.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Glaci