What My Mother Taught Me

My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE – “If you’re
going to kill each other, do it outside – I just finished
cleaning!”

My mother taught me RELIGION – “You better pray that will come
out of the carpet.”

My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL: “If you don’t straighten
up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

My mother taught me LOGIC: “Because I said so, that’s why.”

My mother taught me FORESIGHT – “Make sure you wear clean
underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

My mother taught me IRONY – “Keep laughing and I’ll *give* you
something to cry about.”

My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS – “Shut your
mouth and eat your supper!”

My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM -“Will you *look* at the
dirt on the back of your neck!”

My mother taught me about STAMINA – “You’ll sit there ’til all
that spinach is finished.”

My mother taught me about WEATHER – “It looks as if a tornado
swept through your room.”

My mother taught me how to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS – “If I yelled
because I saw a meteor coming toward you; would you listen then?”

My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY – “If I’ve told you once,
I’ve told you a million times – Don’t exaggerate!!!”

My mother taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE -“I brought you into this
world, and I can take you out.”

My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION – “Stop acting
like your father!”

My mother taught me about ENVY – “There are millions of less
fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful
parents like you do!”

THANKS, MOM!

Have a great day!

Dump List

The Perfect Dump — Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it’s rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that’s not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it. The Beer Dump — Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper’s tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. it could have been 2 or 22, it doesn’t matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days. The Chili Dump – Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield. The Cable Dump — Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, ”DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?” you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself. The Latrine Dump — In case you didn’t know, a latrine is a hole in the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump. Tip: Don’t ever, ever look in the hole. The Mona Lisa Dump — This is the masterpiece of dumps. It’s as perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe that’s going a bit too far. The Empty Roll Dump – You’re done…you reach for the toilet paper only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains…no, someone would say ”Where are the curtains?” Then what would you say? The rug?…too cumbersome. Then you must come to the same conclusion that every ”empty roll dumper” must face…Pull up your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll. The Splash-Back Dump – You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you’re wet and embarrassed. Tip: Blot instead of wiping. The Aborted Dump – You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn’t pretty, but you’ve gotta do what you gotta do. The Alfresco Dump — Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of Brownies or a patch of poison ivy. The Childbirth Dump — This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn’t going to get any better. You wonder if you’ll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming ”Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf.” You realize you’ll have to resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only three things you can do: Scream, call an Obstetrician, or just hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get you through it. The Tijuana Trot Dump — The phrase ”Shit Happens” really applies here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you’d be better off if you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why Mexico never had a navy. The Machine Gun Dump — You’re just sitting there in a state of sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran, cradling his umbrella like an M16 and shrieking something about �damn Commies.� The Sound Effect Dump — You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects: flush the toilet, sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem, or drop a handful of quarters on the floor The Security Dump — You have enough on your mind when you’re in the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you can’t reach to do this… hum loudly. The Cling-On Dump — For the most part you’ve completed your dump, but there’s one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You’re getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors. The Houdini Dump — You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where’d it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe…maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? You’d better, because if you don’t, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in. The Flu Dump — You feel so bad that you don’t know which end of you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down again…up down up down. Don’t you wish Mom were close by? The Porta-Pottie Dump — Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, �It’s like taking a shit in an upright coffin.� It’s claustrophobic and it smells bad… best advice… go in a paper cup. The Proctologist Dump — In the beginning, the Lord created the earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn’t create this dump, because there is nothing biblical about it — you run out of gas. That’s right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump of lead. You’ve only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you’re a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it?? The Whole Roll Dump — No matter how much you wipe, it doesn’t seem to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole episode is consumer waste. The Graffiti Dump — You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curlicue hangs there…love it or leave it. Its your choice. The Encore Dump – Ahhhh, you’re done, so you wipe, put yourself together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain call. The world’s record is seven encores. The Born Again Dump – This is a dump that’s going so badly, you say �Lord, if I live through this, I’ll take up religion.� You always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth… you forget the pain quickly.

The Blonde Deputy

A local sheriff was looking for a deputy, so a blonde went in to try out for the job.After a series of questions that the blonde failed, the sheriff asked in desperation one final question:”Now, listen carefully: Who killed Abraham Lincoln?”The blonde looked a little surprised, then thought really hard for a minute and finally admitted:”I don’t know!””Well, why don’t you go home and work on that one for a while?”So, the blonde wandered over to a restaurant where some friends were waiting to hear the results of the interview.The blonde couldn’t be happier.”It’s my first day on the job, and it went great.””I’m already working on a murder case!”

The Rules

1. The female always makes the rules.
2. The rules can change without notice.
3. Males can’t know the rules.
4. If the female suspects that the male knows all the rules, she must
immediately change some of the rules.
5. The female never bears the blame for being wrong.
6. If the female is wrong, it is because of a flagrant
misunderstanding which was a direct result of something
that the male did or said which was wrong.
7. If rule 6 applies, the male must apologize for causing the
misunderstanding.
8. The female can change her mind.
9. The male must never change his mind without the consent of the female.
10. The female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.
11. The male must always remain calm unless the female wants him to be angry
or upset.
12. The female must never let the male know whether or not she wants him to be
angry or upset.
13. If the female has PMS, there are no rules.
14. The male cannot diagnose PMS.

Tough Cowboy

Three cowboys of the world are sitting around camp talking about how tough they were and the tales kept getting bigger and bigger.The cowboy from Australia says, I wrestled a 200 pound crocodile and may it cry like a baby.The Cowboy from Brazil shakes his head and says, I killed a 400 pound steer with my bare hands.The Cowboy from Texas just smiled and kept stirring the campfire with his penis.

The Out of Town Cafe

A man stops into this little backwoods restaurant for lunch, and after finishing his meal he inquires the way to the rest room. He�s told that it�s around the back of the building, so he heads through the back door, finds the outhouse and takes a dump, only to discover there�s no toilet paper. But there is a sign on the wall that reads, �Wipe yourself with your finger, then insert the finger into this hole, and your finger will be cleaned with great attention.� So the man wipes up and sticks his finger through the hole. On the other side is standing a little boy holding a brick in either hand, who claps them together at the sight of the finger poking through. The guy screams in pain, yanks his hand back, and starts sucking on his finger. So now his finger is cleaned with great attention…

Yo Mama

Yo mama’s so stupid, she thought meow mix was a record for cats.
Yo mama’s so fat, she has more nooks and crannies than a Thomas’ English Muffin.

Yo mama’s so nasty, I called her up for phone sex and she gave me an ear infection.

Yo mama’s so poor, she goes to Kentucky Fried Chicken to lick other people’s fingers.

Yo mama’s so fat, when she was born, she gave the hospital stretch marks.

Yo mama’s so bald, I can read her mind.

Yo mama’s so poor, the only time she smelled hot food was when a rich man farted

Yo mama’s so ugly, they put her face on box of Ex-Lax and sold it empty.

Yo mama’s so old, she knew Burger King while he was still a prince.

Yo mama’s so skinny, she turned sideways and disappeared.

Yo mama’s so poor, she married young just to get the rice!

Yo mama’s teeth are so yellow, she has to brush them with a butter knife.

Yo mama’s got so many teeth missing it looks like her tongue is in jail.

Yo mama’s so fat, GOD couldn’t lift her spirit.

Yo mama’s like mustard, she spreads easy.

Yo mama’s so poor, she eats cereal with a fork to save milk.

Yo mama’s so stupid, they had to burn the school down to get her out of 3rd grade.

Yo mama’s like a race car driver… she burns a lot of rubbers.

Yo mama’s so ugly, they filmed “Gorillas in the Mist” in her shower.

Yo mama’s so ugly, when she passes by a bathroom the toilet flushes.

Yo mama’s so fat, she measures 36 24 36, and the other arm is just as big.

Yo mama’s so fat, if she weighed five more pounds, she could get group insurance!

Yo mama’s like the Pillsbury dough boy – everybody pokes her.

Yo mama’s so old, her birth-certificate expired.

Yo mama’s like a goalie: she changes her pads after three periods.

Yo mama’s so big, when you climb on top of her your ears pop.

Yo mama’s glasses are so thick she can see into the future.

Yo mama’s hair is so short, it looks like stiches.

Yo mama’s so fat, she broke her leg and gravy dripped out.

Yo mama’s so old, when she was in school there was no history class.

Yo mama’s so stupid, she spent twenty minutes lookin’ at an orange juice box because it said `concentrate.