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Archive for March, 2008
George bought two horses, and could never remember which was which.
A neighbor suggested that he cut the tail of one horse and that worked great until the other horse got his tail caught in a bush.
It tore just right and looked exactly like the other horse’s tail and our George was stuck again.
The neighbor suggested he notch the ear off one horse.
That worked fine until the other horse caught his ear on a barbed wire fence.
Once again our George couldn’t tell them apart.
The neighbor suggested he measure the horses for height.
When he did, he was very pleased to find that the white horse was 2 inches taller than the black.
3 men were standing in front of God and God says: Men, what car you get in Heaven will depend on how faithful you were to your wives on Earth.
Man 1: Please God, I can’t count how many times I cheated on my wife. There were just too many beautiful women on Earth, and I had to have them all.
God: I am ashamed of you, my man, For that, I give you a run-down truck that barely moves.
Man 2: Dear God, please forgive me! I cheated on my wife once, just once! We were going through problems and I took the wrong turn. Please forgive me!
God: My man, I am ashmed of you too. But I will be kinder to you. For that, I give you a convertible BMW.
Man 3: Dear God, you will be so proud of me. I loved and worshipped my wife. I brought her roses everyday after work, I brought her gifts every aniversary, and we went trav elling, and had dinner out 3 times a week, and…
God: Okay, my man, enough! I get the point. I am very proud of you! For that, I give you any car you desire!
Two weeks later Man 1 and 2 are driving on the freeway when they see Man 3 ahead of them, stopped in the middle of the road in his Black Jaguar.
Man 1 and 2: Hey Man! Why are you sitting in your car and crying your eyes out? You’re acting like some ungrateful bugger! Look at your car, man! What is your problem?!
Man 3: I just saw my wife on rollerskates!
A woman and her son were taking a cab in New York City. It was raining and all the hookers were standing under the awnings.
“Mommy,” said the little boy, “what are all those ladies doing?”
“They’re waiting for their husbands to get off of work,” she replied.
The cabbie turns around and says, “Geez lady, why don’t you tell him the truth? Their hookers. They have sex with men for money.”
The little boy’s eyes get wide and he says, “Is that true, mommy?”
His mother, glaring at the cabbie, answers in the affirmative.
After a few minutes, the kid asks, “Mommy what happens to the babies those ladies have?”
“They mostly become cab drivers,” she replied.
A guy goes to see the doctor, because he’s a little too well-endowed. In fact, it’s 25 inches long and he can’t get any women to have sex with him.Anyway, the doctor says there’s nothing he can do medically, but recommends a witch doctor that he thinks might be able to help.
The witch doctor takes a look at the problem and tells him to go to a particular pond, deep in the forest, and talk to a frog that lives there. “Ask the frog to marry you and each time the frog says no, you’ll be 5 inches shorter.”
Worth a try, he thinks, and off he dashes into the forest. He finds the pond and sees the frog on the other side, sitting on a log. “Frog, will you marry me?”
The frog looks at him, disinterested at best, and calls back, “No.”
The guy looks down and sure enough, he’s 5 inches shorter. Hey, this is great he thinks, let’s try that again. “Will you marry me?”
The frog rolls his eyes, and shouts back again, “No!”
Zappo! The guy’s down to 15 inches.
Well, that’s still a bit excessive, he thinks. Down another 5 would be perfect. So he calls across again, “Frog, will you marry me?”
The irritated frog yells back, “Look, how many times do I have to tell you? No, No, NO!”
Two guys, one old and one young, are pushing their carts around Home Depot when they collide.
The old guy says to the young guy, “Sorry about that. I’m looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
The young guy says, “That’s OK. It’s a coincidence. I’m looking for my wife, too. I can’t find her and I’m getting a little desperate.”
The old guy says, “Well, maybe we can help each other. What does your wife look like?”
The young guy says, “Well, she is 24 yrs old, tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, big boobs, and she’s wearing tight white shorts, a halter top and no bra. What does your wife look like?”
The old guy says, “Doesn’t matter — let’s look for yours.”
A guy walks in to a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a drink and while he’s drinking the monkey jumps all around the place. The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them. Then he grabs some sliced limes and eats them. Then he jumps on to the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone’s amazement somehow swallows it whole. The bartender screams at the guy, “Did you see what your monkey did?”
The guy says, “No, what?”
“He just ate the cue ball off my pool table - whole!”
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replies the guy. “He eats everything in sight. Sorry. I’ll pay for everything.”
The man finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate and leaves.
Two weeks later, he’s in the bar again, and his pet monkey is with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it in his butt, pulls it out and eats it. The bartender is disgusted. “Did you see what your monkey did now?” he asks.
“No, what?” replied the guy. “Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry in his butt, pulled it out and ate it!” said the bartender.
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replied the guy. He still eats everything in sight but ever since he swallowed that cue ball, he measures everything first.”
A guy calls his buddy, the horse rancher, and says he’s sending a friend over to look at a horse.
His buddy asks, “How will I recognize him?”
“That’s easy; he’s a midget with a speech impediment.”
So, the midget shows up, and the guy asks him if he’s looking for a male or female horse. “A female horth.”
So he shows him a prized filly.
“Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth”?
So the guy picks up the midget and he gives the horse’s eyes the once over.
“Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth”?
So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse’s ears.
“Nith earzth, can I see her mouf”?
The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse’s mouth.
“Nice mouf, can I see her twat”?
Totally mad as fire at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget’s head as far as he can up the horse’s fanny, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.
The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. “Perhapth I should rephrase that. Can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit”?
