Here Kitty, Kitty

There was a woman who was burned out on her husband’s lack of
affection, so she went to the doctor to see if he could do
anything about it.

“Here.” He said, handing her a bottle of pills, “Try this–slip
one in his coffee and see what happens.”

So, she went home. That evening while her husband sat and read
the newspaper, she poured him a steaming hot cup of coffee, and
slipped a pill into it.

She was so satisfied with the result, that over the weeks, she
added more pills until she finally just dumped the rest of the
bottle into his coffee.

The next day, the doctor decided to call and check up on her and
her husband. Their son answered.

“Hey there, I was just calling to check on your parents. How are
they?” The doctor said.

“Well,” The boy began, “My mom’s dead, my sister’s pregnant, my
ass hurts, the dog ran away, and my dad’s out in the front yard
naked, screaming, ‘here kitty kitty!'”

Gift Buying Rules For Men…

Gift Buying Rules For Men

Print this out and leave laying around where those of the Female
persuasion can see it.

Rule #1:

When in doubt – buy him a cordless drill. It does not matter if he already
has one. I have a friend who owns 17 and he has yet to complain. As a
man, you can never have too many cordless drills. No one knows why.

Rule #2:

If you cannot afford a cordless drill, buy him anything with the word
ratchet or socket in it. Men love saying those two words. “Hey George, can
I borrow your ratchet?” “OK. By-the-way, are you through with my 3/8-inch
socket yet?” Again, no one knows why.

Rule #3:

If you are really, really broke, buy him anything for his car, a 99-cent
ice scraper, a small bottle of de-icer or something to hang from his rear
view mirror. Men love gifts for their cars. No one knows why.

Rule #4:

Do not buy men socks. Do not buy men ties. And never buy men bathrobes.
Once I was told that if God had wanted men to wear bathrobes, he wouldn’t
have invented Jockey shorts.

Rule #5:

You can buy men new remote controls to replace the ones they have worn out.
If you have a lot of money buy your man a big-screen TV with the little
picture in the corner. Watch him go wild as he flips, and flips, and
flips….

Rule #6:

Do not buy a man any of those fancy liqueurs. If you do, it will sit in a
cupboard for 23 years. Real men drink whiskey or beer.

Rule #7:

Do not buy any man industrial-sized canisters of after-shave or deodorant.
I’m told they do not stink – they are earthy.

Rule #8:

Buy men label makers. Almost as good as cordless drills. Within a couple of
weeks there will be labels absolutely everywhere. “Socks. Shorts. Cups.
Saucers. Door. Lock. Sink.” You get the idea. No one knows why.

Rule #9:

Never buy a man anything that says “some assembly required” on the box. It
will ruin his Special Day and he will always have parts left over.

Rule #10:

Good places to shop for men include Northwest Iron Works, ParrLumber, Home
Depot, John Deere, Valley RV Center, and Les Schwab Tire.(NAPA Auto Parts
and Sear’s Clearance Centers are also excellent men’s stores. It doesn’t
matter if he doesn’t know what it is. “From NAPA Auto, eh? Must be
something I need. Hey! Isn’t this a starter for a ’68 Ford Fairlane? Wow!
Thanks.”)

Rule #11:

Men enjoy danger. That’s why they never cook – but they will barbecue. Get
him a monster barbecue with a 100-pound propane tank. Tell him the gas line
leaks. “Oh the thrill! The challenge! Who wants a hamburger?”

Rule #12:

Tickets to a Seahawks game are a smart gift. However, he will not
appreciate tickets to “A Retrospective of 19th Century Quilts.” Everyone
knows why.

Rule #13:

Men love chainsaws. Never, ever, buy a man you love a chainsaw. If you
don’t know why – please refer to Rule #8 and what happens when he gets a
label maker.

Rule #14:

It’s hard to beat a really good wheelbarrow or an aluminum extension
ladder. Never buy a real man a stepladder. It must be an extension ladder.
No one knows why.

Rule #15:

Rope. Men love rope. It takes us back to our cowboy origins, or at least
the Boy Scouts. Nothing says love like a hundred feet of 3/8″ manila rope.
No one knows why.

As They Get Old . . .

AS THEY GET OLD…
– Old accountants never die, they just lose their balance.
– Old actors never die, they just drop apart.
– Old archers never die, they just bow and quiver.
– Old architects never die, they just lose their structures.
– Old bankers never die, they just lose interest.
– Old basketball players never die, they just go on dribbling.
– Old beekeepers never die, they just buzz off.
– Old bookkeepers never die, they just lose their figures.
– Old bosses never die, much as you want them to.
– Old cashiers never die, they just check out.
– Old chauffeurs never die, they just lose their drive.
– Old chemists never die, they just fail to react.
– Old cleaning people never die, they just kick the bucket.
– Old cooks never die, they just get deranged.
– Old daredevils never die, they just get discouraged.
– Old deans never die, they just lose their faculties.
– Old doctors never die, they just lose their patience.
– Old electricians never die, they just lose contact.
– Old farmers never die, they just go to seed.
– Old garagemen never die, they just retire.
– Old hackers never die, they just go to bits.
– Old hardware engineers never die, they just cache in their chips.
– Old hippies never die, they just smell that way.
– Old horticulturists never die, they just go to pot.
– Old hypochondriacs never die, they just lose their grippe.
– Old investors never die, they just roll over.
– Old journalists never die, they just get de-pressed.
– Old knights in chain mail never die, they just shuffle off their metal coils.
– Old laser physicists never die, they just become incoherent.
– Old lawyers never die, they just lose their appeal.
– Old limbo dancers never die, they just go under.
– Old mathematicians never die, they just disintegrate.
– Old milkmaids never die, they just lose their whey.
– Old ministers never die, they just get put out to pastor…
– Old musicians never die, they just get played out.
– Old number theorists never die, they just get past their prime.
– Old numerical analysts never die, they just get disarrayed.
– Old owls never die, they just don’t give a hoot.
– Old pacifists never die, they just go to peaces.
– Old perfessers never die, they just lose their class.
– Old photographers never die, they just stop developing.
– Old pilots never die, they just go to a higher plane.
– Old policemen never die, they just cop out.
– Old preachers never die, they just ramble on, and on, and on, and on….
– Old printers never die, they’re just not the type.
– Old programmers never die, they just branch to a new address.
– Old programming wizards never die, they just recurse.
– Old quarterbacks never die, they just pass away.
– Old schools never die, they just lose their principals.
– Old sculptors never die, they just lose their marbles.
– Old seers never die, they just lose their vision.
– Old sewage workers never die, they just waste away.
– Old skateboarders never die, they just lose their bearings.
– Old sailors never die, they just get a little dingy.
– Old Soldiers never die. Young ones do.
– Old steelmakers never die, they just lose their temper.
– Old students never die, they just get degraded.
– Old tanners never die, they just go into hiding.
– Old typists never die, they just lose their justification.
– Walt Disney didn’t die. He’s in suspended animation.
– Old white water rafters never die, they just get disgorged.
– Old wrestlers never die, they just lose their grip.

I Ruined the Computer

Support: Hello, what can I do for you?

Woman: Hello, I have a question.

Support: Well, ask me then.

Woman: I don’t know how to start the Computer.

Support: How about pressing the Power-Button?

Woman: The What-Button?

Support: Didn’t you ever before use the PC?

Woman: No, it’s not mine, it belongs to my son.

Support: Well, why don’t you ask him then?

Woman: Because I think I ruined the Computer, and now I wanna test if it
still works.

Support: Well, what did you do?

Woman: I cleaned it.

Support: How?

Woman: Emmm…I used water.

Support: Tell me exactly.

Woman: well, I used the garden hose.

Support: The gard…garden…hose?!?!

Woman: Emmm…yes…it looked so dirty.

Support: OK…and why do you think that you ruined it?

Woman: Well, it started to burn, where the power-cable comes out.

Support: You didn’t disconnect the power before cleaning the PC with
the…hose?

Woman: No, I forgot, but it didn’t burn for long, I had sand to throw over
it to stop the fire.

Support: Well, and now, what does it look like?

Woman: Hmmm…black…and it smells exciting.

Support: Well, I’m sorry, but nobody on the world could help you with
this…I’m sure you ruined it!

Woman: OK….thanks, nice you tried.

From the Grave

There was once this couple who had been married for a long time, but could never get along very well. Many times, late at night there would be screams and shouts from their house. One day the old man said, “I’m sick and tired of you. When I die, I will come out of my grave to haunt you.”After this, the old guy started practicing black magic. All the disappearances of people, cats, dogs, etc. were blamed on him.At the age of 80 the old guy dies, and his wife puts him in a casket. Later that night, she goes to the bar and parties as if there was no tomorrow. Her neighbor comes up to her and says, “Aren’t you scared that the old guy will dig up and haunt you?”The old lady calmly replied, “Eh, let him keep digging. I put the casket the other way around!

Butcher money where your mouth is

A butcher in his shop, and he’s real busy, and he notices a dog in the shop.
He shoos him away. But later, he notices the dog is back again. So he goes over
to the dog, and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes the note, and it
reads, “Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in
his mouth, as well.” The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten
dollar bill there.

So he takes the money, and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in
the dog’s mouth. The butcher is well impressed, and since it’s close to closing
time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is
walking down the street, when he comes to a level crossing. The dog puts down
the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits patiently, bag in mouth,
for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the road, with the butcher
following him all the way.

The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The
butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on
one of the seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front,
looks at the number, and goes back to his seat. Another bus comes. Again the dog
goes and looks at the number, notices it’s the right bus, and climbs on. The
butcher, by now open-mouthed, follows him onto the bus. The bus travels through
the town and out into the suburbs, the dog looking at the scenery. Eventually he
gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes
the button to stop the bus.

Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth. Well, dog and butcher are
walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house. He walks up the
path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks back down the path,
takes a big run, and throws himself -Whap!- against the door. He goes back down
the path, runs up to the door and -Whap!- throws himself against it again.
There’s no answer at the house, so the dog goes back down the path, jumps up on
a narrow wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden.

He gets to the window, and beats his head against it several times, walks
back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens
the door, and starts laying into the dog. Kicking him, punching him, and
swearing at him. The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. “What the hell are you
doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for Roc’s sake!”, to which the
guy responds “Clever, my eye. This is the second time this week that he’s
forgotten his key.”

Chastity belt

A brave knight has to go and fight in the Crusades and leaves his sexy wife at home.

As he can’t trust her, he fits her with a chastity belt made from razor blades.

On his victorious return, he lines up his male staff, making them drop their trousers. He is greeted, one by one, by a line of shredded todgers, except one.

He goes up to that man and says, “I trusted you and, unlike all the others, you have not betrayed my trust. In return I shall give you half my land.”

To which, the servant replies, “Ugg ou gery muk.”

Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by yisman and Curtis