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A visitor, returning to Kuwait for the first time since the Gulf War, was impressed by a sociological change. On previous visits she noted that women customarily walked about 5 paces behind their husbands.
She observed that the men now walked over 20 paces BEHIND their wives!
She approached one of the women for an explanation: “What enabled women here to achieve this marvellous reversal of roles?”
“Land mines,” replied the Kuwaiti woman.
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish It’s a long story but one that will have you laughing out LOUD!!
Overview: I had to take my son’s hamster to the vet. Here’s what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was something wrong with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room. “He’s just lying there looking sick,” he told me, “I’m serious, Dad. Can you help?”
I put my best hamster-healer look on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. (Call my wife.)
“Honey,” I called, “come look at the hamster!” “Oh, my gosh,” my wife diagnosed after a minute. “She’s having babies.” “What?” My son demanded.
“But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!”
I was equally outraged. “Hey, how can that be?! I thought we said we didn’t want them to reproduce!” I accused my wife. “Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?!” She inquired. (I actually think she had the gall to say this sarcastically.)
“No, but you were supposed to get two boys!” I reminded her (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together). “Yeah, Bert and Ernie!” My son agreed. “Well, it’s just a little hard to tell on some guys, ya know,” she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, ya think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. “Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,” I announced. “We’re about to witness the miracle of birth.”
“OH, Gross!” They shrieked.
“Well, isn’t THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster babies?” My wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don’t you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. “We don’t appear to be making much progress,” I noted.
“It’s breech,” my wife whispered, horrified. “Do something, Dad!” My son urged. “Okay, okay.” Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.
“Should I call 911?” My eldest daughter wanted to know,” Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.” (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
“Let’s get Ernie to the vet,” I said grimly.
We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in hislap. “Breathe, Ernie, breathe,” he urged.
“I don’t think hamsters do Lamaze,” his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to ME is one thing, but this boy is of her womb.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. “What do you think, Doc, a c-section?” I suggested scientifically. My son appeared impressed by my observation.
“Oh, very interesting,” he murmured. “Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?” I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
“Is Ernie going to be okay?” My wife asked. “Oh, perfectly,” the vet assured us.
“This hamster is not in labor. In fact, that isn’t EVER going to happen Ernie is a boy.”
“What?”
“You see, Ernie is a young male AND occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um …. er … masturbate, just the way he did, lying on his back.” He blushed, glancing at my wife. “Well, you know what I’m saying, Mr. Cameron.”
We were silent, absorbing this.
“So Ernie’s just … just … excited?”! My wife offered.
“Exactly,” the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And laugh. And then even laugh loudly!
“What’s so funny?” I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face.
“It’s just … that … I’m picturing you pulling on its … its teeny little …” she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
“That’s enough,” I warned.
We thanked the Veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the hamsters and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
“I know Ernie’s really thankful for what you’ve done, Dad,” he told me.
“Oh, you have NO idea,” my wife agreed, once again collapsing into laughter.
Enough said.
It is two o’clock in the morning and a husband and his wife are asleep when suddenly the phone rings. The husband picks up the phone and says, “Hello? How the heck do I know? What am I, the weather man?” promptly slamming the phone down. His wife rolls over and asks, “Who was that?” The husband replies, “I don’t know, it was some guy who wanted to know if the coast was clear.”
My mother-in-law said to me, “I’ll dance on your grave.”
I said, “I hope you do. I’m being buried at sea.”
This purportedly true factiod just in from News of the Wierd: The Food and Drug Administration’s spokesperson on inquiries about the new anti-impotence pill Viagra is Janet Woodcock.
The little boy asked his dad one evening, “Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?”
“I don’t know, son,” he said. “I’m still paying for it.”
After each question, your say: “Rubber Jugs and Liquor”.
Q: What did you have for breakfast?
A: Rubber Jugs and Liquor!
Q: What did you have for lunch?
A: Rubber Jugs and Liquor!
Q: What did you have for supper?
A: Rubber Jugs and Liquor!
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Q: What would you do if you saw a hot chick walking down the street?
hee-hee hoo-hoo haa-haa!
Three guys are coming back from a hunting trip, when thier truck breaks down. The 1st guy says I think I saw a farm house back down the road about a mile. So they start walking and by the time they get thier it’s getting dark. They ask the lady that lives in the house if they can use her phone, she says “I ain’t got a phone but yer welcome to stay here for the night, as long as you don’t make fun of my son because he don’t have any ears”
So they are all siting around the T.V. with thier own section of the newspaper. The first guy looks up at the boy and says “take care of your teeth because when you get old like me you won’t have any”
The second guy looks up over the section of news paper he has and says “boy…you better take good care of your hair because when you get old like me you won’t have any”
So then the third guy looks up at the boy and says “boy you better take good care of your eyes because when you get old you won’t be able to wear glasses because you ain’t got no ears”.
A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City. He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around.
“A priest. Somebody get me a priest!” the man gasps. A policeman checks the crowd—-no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.
“A PRIEST, PLEASE!” the dying man says again.
Then out of the crowd steps THE DEFENDER!!!!
“Mr. Policeman,” says the defender, “I’m not a priest. I’m not even a Catholic. But for many years now I’m living behind St. Elizabeth’s Catholic Church on First Avenue, and every night I’m listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man.”
The policeman agreed and brought the defender over to where the dying man lay. He kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice:
“B-4. I-19. N-38. G-54. O-72. . .”
Why are cowgirls always bowlegged?
Cowboys like to eat with their hats on.
Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis
A salesman was trying to persuade a housewife to buy a life assurance policy.
“Just imagine, if your husband were to die,” he said. “What would you get?” “Oh
a sheepdog, I think,” replied the wife. “They’re so well behaved.”
Yo momma so fat she got hit by a bus and said who threw that rock at me