Got beer!!

Joe tells his wife he is heading out to the pub for a drink. His wife starts
complaining you never take me anywhere anymore. After hours of complaining the
husband agrees to take his wife to the pub. They sit down at a table and the
husband gets up and goes to get drinks for him and his wife.

While he was gone a man walks up to Joe’s wife and tells her he wants to turn
her upside down fill her with beer and drink her dry. Joe’s wife exclaims, “you
sick pervert get out of my sight.”

Joe returned and his wife told him what happened and to go kick that guy’s
ass.

Joe said, “No way you don’t mess with a guy who can drink that much
beer”.

Honesty

It was the usual scene in the City’s Night Court, the police had rounded up the usual collection of street walkers and brought them before the judge; three stood before him, all arrested on the same corner. He asked the first lady what she had to say for herself.The woman was irate, “I don’t know what all this is about your honour. I’m a college student doing research for a term paper.”The judge sighed and said, “Well, Miss, I would have thought you’d done enough research by now. My computer says you have two prior convictions. Thirty days and $250 fine.”He then turned to the second lady and requested her to testify. The woman began crying softly and said, “Judge, I am just a housewife out getting a pack of cigarettes for my husband. I have no idea why I was arrested.”This time, the Judge shook his head and said, “Well, young lady, the officer tells me that he saw you hand a stack of bills along with the cigarettes to your ‘husband’ in his new Cadillac. Thirty days and $250 fine.”He turned to the last of the trio and asked her occupation.The woman said simply, “I’m a hooker.”Refreshed at her honesty, the judge laughed and said, “How’s business?”She sneered and replied, “Terrible judge, with all these students and housewives around, I can’t turn a single trick.”

If AOL were a City

– You’d live in a place where no two people had the same name, and all were h0t 17/f cheerleaders with a fetish for pierced gay Dobermans in spandex.

– You’d only pay $19.95 a month to live there, but half the time you tried to leave your house, the door would be stuck.

– The commute to work is just a double-click away, but every time you try to leave your driveway, the flow of traffic knocks you back into your yard.

– 48 hours after moving in, your mailbox would be overflowing with special offers, promotions and discounts from www.cuntsmack.com

– The local post office would tell your mother you’re not a known resident.

– The local post office won’t forward your mail to you when you move.

– The administration would kick you out of town for cursing after one of those brutal toe stubs.

– If you saw a crime and called 911, they’d reply a week later with a form letter saying how you “really are important you are to us”.

– The administration would tell your boss to either pay up, or move his slack-ass company somewhere else.

– Everyone on the street would have something to do with kiddy porn, and this business would account for 75% of all city revenue.

– Every time you went to the mall, people would run up to you and violently scream M/F??!!, AGE/SEX?!?! or g0t PH1SH d3wd?!11 while little kids called your cell phone saying “Wanna FUCK?”

– Those that didn’t do that would call you and say ” Hi, I’m j0e hax0r from the town council. We had a database crash and lost your tax records. Please give us your address and the key to your house or we will be forced to evict you and your family.”

– Every time you went shopping, you’d be kicked out of the store by a bouncer screaming ‘WE’RE SORRY, THIS STORE IS TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE”

– Whenever you traveled to other cities, people would see your license tag and laugh behind your back.

– even your 3 year old son would know the intimate personal details of the town security expert.

– You’d occasionally be sent home during your day by another bouncer telling you that the city has performed an illegal operation, but that it’s really the Earth’s fucking fault.

– The local McDonalds sign would be realistically changed to “McHax0r Wuz H3r3” and “Gr33tz 2 K}It0sawruz” almost daily. Police don’t investigate, but do show up with little scrubby tools, or just remove the sign altogether.

– Your daughter would disappear to the No-Tell Motel every night, and you’d foot the bill.

– You’d send your kids to school for history, math and science, but they’d wind up studying ph1shing, one-handed typing, and annoying acronyms.

– You’d not have any idea who your neighbors are, and most new arrivals would move in at night, stuff everyone’s mailbox with crap, and vacate before sunup.

– The administration would secretly sell off chunks of their personal land in the city, while buying up neighboring cities with imaginary funds.

– Don’t forget the AOL playground, which is locked so that the kiddies can not get out “for safety reasons”, and then hordes of perverts are allowed in.

– The police would work for free out of some sort of “duty” to the city, but would secretly only be doing it for the free food stamps.

– Upon waking every morning, a voice from above would shout “HEY! YOU DO WANT A GODDA*N AOL VISA, DON’T YOU?” To which you say “no”. The voice then replies “OK, I’LL ASK YOU TOMORROW”.

– A trip to the local library would find you a few ancient doom 2 patches, commercial pix of Pamela Anderson Lee, and a viral copy of PkZip 2.04g

– Your neighbors would be called to leave on pilgrimages to a mystical land called USENET, where they would bleat the virtues of your fair city.

– Somewhere in another city, David Cassel would be sitting with a telescope trained on City Hall, smiling contentedly.

Hamster Trouble

My niece bought her five-year-old daughter Kayleigh a hamster. One day he escaped from his cage. The family turned the house upside-down and finally found him. Several weeks later, while Kayleigh was at school, he disappeared again.

My niece searched frantically but never found the critter. Hoping to make the loss less painful for Kayleigh, my niece took the cage out of her room.

When Kayleigh came home from school that afternoon, she climbed into her mother’s lap. “We have a serious problem,” she announced. “Not only is my hamster gone again, but this time he took his cage!”

The Singer with Foul Languages

A man walks into a bar and gets a drink. He sits down the front
to listen to the singer. It’s the best music he has ever heard,
but the singer uses fuck, cock suckers and such words every two
or three words. After hearing a song he liked the man asked the
singer the name of the song. He replyed, “My dad did me up the
ass with a pencil while he pissed into my face.”

“Right.” said the man.

He then hired the singer to play his brothers wedding, but asked
the singer to tone down the swear words, the singer agreed.

So the wedding arived and the singer walked into the reception
half an hour early, with playboy under his arm. As he was early
he decided to go and have a wank. So he goes to the toilet and
starts to tugg away. Whan he’s finished he walked out to the
sinks to meet a man. The man asked him who he was. He replied,
“I’m the singer.”

The man then seeing the singer’s fly open and his dick hanging
out and cum all over his trouser asked him, “Do you know that
your dick is hanging out and there is cum all over his pants.”

The singer replied, “Know it. I fuckin’ wrote it.”

How To Drive Them Crazy!

How To Drive Them Crazy!Here are some ideas to drive men/women crazy. Now, this is only a joke, so don’t try this at home!! ;-)To make the MEN crazy:1. Take the batteries out of all the remotes in the house. (Hide them well.)2. Organize his workshop, bedroom, or other special place.3. Bribe his faithful dog away from him with a steady diet of Ring Dings.4. Shrink his underwear in the dryer and when he complains, innocently suggest that he’s gained a few pounds.5. Stare at his forehead and when he notices, casually ask if there is any history of male pattern baldness on his mother’s side.6. ‘Accidentally’ fill the gas tank of his new Porsche with diesel.7. Repeatedly misplace the cordless phone, preferably in a different room each time.8. Repeatedly lose his cellular phone in restaurants around town.9. Loan his precious cellular phone to a pregnant girlfriend who ‘needs it more than he does.’10. Insist upon a lot of ‘meaningful conversations.’11. If you live together, have your mother fly in for a month-long visit unannounced.12. Reverse his contact lenses in their case.13. Snip a small hole in his fishing waders, then follow him with a camera to capture his ‘sinking’ on film.14. Superglue the pages of his Little Black Book together.15. Give the secret stash of dirty magazines that he thinks you don’t know about to his younger brother, who he hates. To make the WOMEN crazy: 1. Call her by the dog’s name and then deny it.2. Answer all her questions with a question, preferably one on a totally different subject.3. Superglue the commode seat in the up position.4. Shrink her jeans and when she overreacts because she thinks that she’s gaining weight, give her a condescending smile and say that you prefer her with some meat on her bones.5. Firmly refuse to ever ask for directions even if you find yourself in Georgia when your original destination was California.6. Call her by your mother’s name and then deny it.7. Start a conversation with the dog in the middle of one with her.8. Buy her power tools for Valentine’s Day.9. Never give her a straight answer.10. Take up yodeling and practice a lot.11. Quote Tim Allen to validate your position during arguments. (Argh! Argh! Argh!)12. Leave the newspaper open to an ad for plastic surgery.13. Pretend you forgot how to speak English.14. Answer every question with ‘Yes, dear.’ (Use with caution as PMS is a valid murder defense in many states.)

Giddy-up

A blonde goes horse back riding. It starts out slow, but then it starts to gallop. The blonde is enjoying herself. All of a sudden she slips off and her foot gets caught in the reins. The horse doesn’t stop and the blonde is still being dragged upside down. She doesn’t know what to do. Finally the Wal-Mart manager comes and unplugs it.