two quickies....
10-17-2002 | 12:19 PM
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two quickies....
Q: What is the name of King Arthur's knight that created the
round table?
A: Sir Cumference.
Q: (Being from AZ I wouldn't really know) You know how when geese fly in that big "V" formation, how one side
always seems to be longer? You know why?
A: Because that side has more geese in it.
-Jim
round table?
A: Sir Cumference.
Q: (Being from AZ I wouldn't really know) You know how when geese fly in that big "V" formation, how one side
always seems to be longer? You know why?
A: Because that side has more geese in it.
-Jim
11-06-2002 | 03:56 PM
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This will hurt you more than me.
Two lobsters were sunbathing on the beach. The lady lobster
suggested that the gentleman lobster to get them an ice cream
each. Having purchased two ice cream cones Mr. Lobster made
his way back to the beach, deciding on the way to eat his ice
cream.
By the time he has finished the ice cream he realized that his
lady friend's ice cream had started to melt all down his claw,
so he licked it up and ended up eating it.
When he arrived back at the beach his lady lobster friend
exclaimed, "Where are the ice creams?"
"Well" he said. "I decided to eat mine. Then yours melted, so
I ate that too."
His lady friend was incensed and cried, "You shellfish *******!"
***
and if that wasnt bad enough...
***
Just as a surgeon was finishing up an operation and was about
to close, the patient awakes, sits up and demands to know what
is going on.
"I'm about to close," the surgeon says.
The patient grabs the surgeon's hand and says, "I'm not going
to let you do that! I'll close my own incision!"
The surgeon hands him the thread and says, "Suture self".
suggested that the gentleman lobster to get them an ice cream
each. Having purchased two ice cream cones Mr. Lobster made
his way back to the beach, deciding on the way to eat his ice
cream.
By the time he has finished the ice cream he realized that his
lady friend's ice cream had started to melt all down his claw,
so he licked it up and ended up eating it.
When he arrived back at the beach his lady lobster friend
exclaimed, "Where are the ice creams?"
"Well" he said. "I decided to eat mine. Then yours melted, so
I ate that too."
His lady friend was incensed and cried, "You shellfish *******!"
***
and if that wasnt bad enough...
***
Just as a surgeon was finishing up an operation and was about
to close, the patient awakes, sits up and demands to know what
is going on.
"I'm about to close," the surgeon says.
The patient grabs the surgeon's hand and says, "I'm not going
to let you do that! I'll close my own incision!"
The surgeon hands him the thread and says, "Suture self".
12-05-2002 | 01:00 AM
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From: Mary Esther, Florida, FL
More than lobsters on the beach.
That ridiculous lobster story (what other kind should we post?) reminded me of the young woman sunbathing at Atlantic City, on the topless beach.
It was a Sunday morning.
She heard the church bells, realized she hadn't been to church for a while, jumped up and ran, without even picking up a towel, across the street and into the church.
She sat in a rear pew, and naturally, everyong ignored the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a G-string.
At the end of the service the priest was greeting everyone at the door, when she worked her way up to him he told her she shouldn't come back dressed the way she was.
"What do you mean?" she demanded, "I've got a divine right!"
"Yes," said the priest looking down at her chest, "And you have a heavenly left to match it, but please wear a hat next Sunday."
I like to read.
Have you read "The Single Breasted Russian," by Ibider Tittioff?
Enough (for now)
WR
It was a Sunday morning.
She heard the church bells, realized she hadn't been to church for a while, jumped up and ran, without even picking up a towel, across the street and into the church.
She sat in a rear pew, and naturally, everyong ignored the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a G-string.
At the end of the service the priest was greeting everyone at the door, when she worked her way up to him he told her she shouldn't come back dressed the way she was.
"What do you mean?" she demanded, "I've got a divine right!"
"Yes," said the priest looking down at her chest, "And you have a heavenly left to match it, but please wear a hat next Sunday."
I like to read.
Have you read "The Single Breasted Russian," by Ibider Tittioff?
Enough (for now)
WR
