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| Father and Son |
| Thursday, February 24, 2005 |
I have to admit Kari keeps the jokes comming I just keep posting them thank God I don't have to do this site by myself I don't think I have the time to do so thanks to the miracles of Video Games any way here is a new joke thanks to Kari once again.
A father and son went hunting together for the first time. The father said:
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here and be very QUIET. I'll be across the field."
A few minutes later the father heard a blood curdling scream and ran back to his son. "What's wrong?" the father asked. "I told you to be quiet."
The boy, bless his heart, answered. "Look, I was quiet when the snake slithered across my feet. I was quiet when the bear breathed down my neck.
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didn't move a muscle when the skunk climbed over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and held my breath when the wasp stung me. I didn't cough when I swallowed the gnat. I didn't cuss or scratch when the poison oak started itching.
But when the two chipmunks crawled up my pant legs and said, 'Should we eat them here or take them with us?' - Well, I guess I just panicked." |
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Now I in no way feel that we should not take care of others who are in need, It is the right thing to do from a moral and social standpoint but where do we draw the line at? Right now our government is allocating funds to keep the war going in Iraq it is sending money to the Tsunami victims in Asia and it seens that no matter how much these forign countries hate us they always have their fucking hands out or dipping deep into Uncle Sams pocket. Where does it stop. Do a serch on Google and you can see how much has been spent so far of AMERICAN money to aid these people. Now don't get me wrong I believe that helping others is a noble thing to do but what about these other governments who sit on their collective asses and don't do a damn thing for their own people. Why should we be the caretakers of the world when 9 times out of 10 our own people here are hungry,unemployed, living on the streets don't have medical insurance or even a hand out. We have all done it at one point or another seen the guy on the side of the road or right on the interstate exit with the cardboard sign "hungry please help" and said fuck that get a job you lazy bastard, now granted there are lots of them that are just lazy and are scamming you but there is a percentage that really needs the help where is their aid? How about right here in Florida we had 4 hurricanes hit this year and where is our aid? there are still people who are living in hotels or with relatives because their houses aren't fixed yet why is that? And to boot homeowners insurance went up this year to coincide with the hurricanes nice huh? What about the teen that is hooked on drugs or is homeless where is that Teens help? The police are understaffed and over worked granted they have huge chips on their shoulders and most people could care less for the police but look at the image they portray.
We have senior citizens who are living on less than $500 a month and that need to pay for their medicines their homes and their basic necessities to live now how many people do you know that can live on $500 a month unless they are a teenager working at Micky Ds and living at home. So when I say Fuck Iraq I don't mean the people who live there I mean fuck being there they don't want us there and we don't want to be there. So here is a simple plan all these countries that hate us and talk shit about us its time to collect on your bitch asses. No more aid any monies that is owed to our country pay it back pull out all and I mean all American business that are located overseas and bring them back home fuck their economies what about ours? Lastly close our borders to any further immigrants tax the shit out of goods that come into our country and lets rebuild America once more. With the exception of friendly nations of course. We have been too damn soft with our policies and have let the majority of these countries walk all over us and yet we are expected to be tolerant. The time has come for everybody to clean up their own back yard before they go knocking on their neighbors door... So Fuck the middle east let them sort out their own problems they are not domestic so its not our fight. Screw sending any further aid to Tsunami victims let their government help themselves.
Combining public and private donations puts total U.S. development assistance in the range of $35 billion per year, or about 0.32 percent of U.S. income. In other words, for every $3 of income, the United States provides about one cent in development assistance. Even with this broader measure (and using the larger estimate of U.S. private assistance without making a similar adjustment for other countries), the United States ranks, at best, 15th among the top donors.
source http://foreignpolicy.com/story/cms.php?story_id=2773&page=1
The United States sends billions of dollars in supplies, labor, and actual funds to other countries each year. Even though we are experiencing record unemployment, increased racial tension, skyrocketing infant mortality rates, woeful underfunding of education, crumbling infrastructure and a record budget deficit that will probably mortgage our grandchildren's grandchildren, we are still sending the taxpayer's hard earned money to countries thousands of miles away. The question remains: if the government has billions of dollars to spend on these other countries, then why are Americans suffering at home? These funds need to stay in our own country to help fight these domestic problems. Not only should we keep this money at home, but United States officials need to consider reallocation of current funds.
source http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~tonya
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http://www.newshounds.us/2004/12/30
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another link to look into to.
There are tons of others just do a web search. Open your minds and realize that its time that the United States started acting like the United States and be united in the cause of helping each and every one of its citizens first and foremost before handing out aid to someone else miles away who proably doesn't even appreciate it. Those late night comercials that say please won't you help that has the nicely dressed American actor pleading for money for some 3rd world country call them and ask why doesn't that actor give his earnings from one movie for aid to those people and shut the fuck up and quit pulling on the collective American heart strings to empty their wallets.
The Wage Problem
January 23, 2004
Download: PDF, RTF, DOC
The Bush Administration touts a decrease in the overall unemployment rate as proof the economy is healthy. But the major reason for the decrease is that thousands of the jobless have simply stopped looking for work because the economy is so bleak. But just as troubling is the downward pressure on wages for those who are working. And the data shows that the Administration's tax cuts for the wealthy have done little to deal with this very serious problem.
Source http://www.americanprogress.org/site/pp.asp?c=biJRJ8OVF&b=23818
another good read
Well thats enough of my bitching for today I have to keep working so some bastard in some other country can get a percentage of my money.
Wired Wizard. Pissed Off American And damn proud of it. |
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| Cut And Paste |
| Tuesday, February 22, 2005 |
Thanks to the mavels of cutting and pasting I don't actually have to type unless its somthing that hasn't been already written. I don't think that I would actually taken the time to actually post things if I constantly had to write them all the time. So take hold all ye readers CUTTING AND PASTING is a blessing for if not there would be far less written and people spending a lot less time on the internet and probably being productive members of society.
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As you should all be aware by now my buddy Kari likes to send me pretty good jokes and of course being the lazy good for nothing slacker that I am I like to post them so here is a nice collection of jokes that have been sent to me. Enjoy...
30 Years Difference:
1973: Long hair
2003: Longing for hair
1973: KEG
2003: EKG
1973: Acid rock
2003: Acid reflux
1973: Moving to California because it's cool
2003: Moving to California because it's warm
1973: Trying to look like Liz Taylor
2003: Trying NOT to look like Liz Taylor
1973: Seeds and stems
2003: Roughage
1973: Hoping for a BMW
2003: Hoping for a BM
1973: The Grateful Dead
2003: Dr. Kevorkian
1973: Going to a new, hip joint
2003: Receiving a new hip joint
1973: Rolling Stones
2003: Kidney Stones
1973: Passing the drivers’ test
2003: Passing the vision test
Just in case you weren't feeling too old today, this will certainly change things.
The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1985.
They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.
Their lifetime has always included AIDS.
Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.
The CD was introduced the year they were born.
They have always had an answering machine.
They have always had cable.
They cannot fathom not having a remote control.
Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.
Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.
They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.
They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.
They never heard: "Where's the Beef?", "I'd walk a mile for a Camel", or "de
Plane Boss, de plane".
They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.
McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.
They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.
Do you feel old yet?
Save the earth – it’s the only planet with chocolate!
Gotta love women from Nebraska !!
A woman from Nebraska and another from the East coast were seated
side-by-side on an airplane. The woman from Nebraska, being
friendly and all, said: "So, where are you from?"
The East coast woman said, "From a place where they know better than to
use a preposition at the end of a sentence."
The woman from Nebraska sat quietly for a few moments and then
replied: "So, where are you from, bitch?"
Shipwrecked
An ambitious yuppie finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life. Until the boat sank.
The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies...Nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him.
In disbelief, he asks her, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw material I found on the island; the oars were whittled from gum tree branches; I wove the bottom from palm branches; and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"But-- but, that's impossible," stutters the man. "You had no tools or hardware. How did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found if
I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
The guy is stunned.
"Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down please; would you like to have a drink?"
"No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I have a still. How about a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet."
No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism.
"This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?" When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines-- strategically positioned-- and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she begins, suggestively, slithering closer to him, "we've been out here for a really long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months? You know..." She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing:
"You mean," he swallows excitedly, "I can check my e-mail from
here?"
What Women Want
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So the monarch offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question.
Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch--only she would know the answer.
The price would be high; the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he'd have to accept her price.
First: The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified:
She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises ... etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.
Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big a sacrifice spared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:
What a woman really wants is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur total freedom. What a wedding Gawain and the witch had!
Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display, and generally made everyone very uncomfortable. The hour approached. Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But what a sight awaited him! The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen lay before him! The astounded Gawain asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she'd appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible, deformed self half the time, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self. Which would he want her to be during the day, and which during the night? What a cruel question!
Gawain pondered his predicament. During the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night in the privacy of his home, an old witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman with whom to enjoy many intimate moments?
What would you do?
What Gawain chose follows below, but don't read until you've made your own choice.
ANSWER: Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
What is the moral of this story?
The moral is: If a woman doesn't get her own way, Things are going to get ugly.
In The Beginning
…And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flower from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And woman went from size 5 to size 14.
So God said, “Try my fresh green salad.” And Satan presented Thousand Island dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man & Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, “I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them.” And Satan brought forth deep fried fish & chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.
God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it “Angel Food” and said, “It is good.” Satan then created chocolate cake and named it “Devil’s Food.”
God then brought forth running shoes so that his children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan gave them cable TV with a remote control so man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man & Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep fried them. And Man gained pounds.
God then gave lean beef so that man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonalds, and its 99 cent double cheeseburger. Then said, “You want fires with that?” And Man replied, “Yes! And Super size them!” And Satan said, “It is all good.”
And Man went into Cardiac Arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery. Then Satan created HMO’s.
Thought for the day…
There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer’s research. This means that by the year 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them! |
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| Slackers Unlimited. |
| Wednesday, February 16, 2005 |
It is no secret that I am lazy when I say I am going to post later on in the day I normaly don't when I say I am going to write a new story in a few days I forget the details of it and don't write it. Well I should appologize but chance are I won't. I am not that type of person, anyway yesterday was Valentines day and let me tell you it sucked. Let me tell you why.........
I have an annoying 3 year old child now don't get me wrong I love him to death he is my world but damn there are just times that I want to be alone with my ol lady. Well here is the plot. We were all ready to leave to go out to dinner and lo and behold my son decides he is going to wake up from a nap whinny and wants to go with us.Begrudginly we take him with us. We go to Olive garden the place is packed 1 hour wait to get in so we drive to another resturant no dice there the whole time we are driving my son is in the back seat being obnoxious as he can possibly be. 10 Resturants and 45 minutes later we arrive on the other side of town and pull into Hopps City Grill ( formerly known soley as HOPPS) any way the liar at the door says it will only be a 20 minute wait so we figure thats good enough right WRONG..... 35 almost 40 minutes later the little electronic gizmo goes off signaling us to come inside. But prior to the alarm my little shit of a son was driving me insane pushing every possible button he could and jumping up and down on my last nerve for good measure. Trust me if there weren't other people outside waiting I would have probably beaten the living crap out of him any way back to the story. We are seated in a corner which was nice but the whole time Christopher was jumping around on the chairs and playing with everything on the table. We make our selections for our dinner and begin the waiting game.The whole time waiting for our food my son was being as annoying as he could. Our food finaly arrives about an hour later and it is the wrong order the waiter was bit confused but I told him that he gave us the wrong order and it turns out he gave us what the couple 2 tables over was supposed to have. We finaly get our proper plates and eat our dinner while Christopher playes with his food and makes disgusting noises. Now the noises I can deal with but when he spits it back in his plate uggh thats just gross. I should have never taught him that. Well we leave the resturant at 10pm mind you we left our house at 8pm or so needless to say it was a long night. And yes my son made it out alive but Valentines day for the most part was ruined by a 3 foot tall pain in the ass I call my son.
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| Update later today |
| Sunday, February 13, 2005 |
If it weren't close to 5am I would probably be able to write a decent review of the local bands that I went and saw last night ummm yeah something like that but after being up close to 24 hours now I don't think I could possibly do the bands justice. How I am capable to write this currently is a mystery I will have to look into.
In other brief news I-4 still sucks bad, 75 north is no pleasure cruise, and St.Petersburg is one hell of a drive. Good thing I only had to drive half way.
Ear Plugs in small clubs are a must and What people shouldn't ware in public.
Drunks are funny to watch and the possiblity that Denny's uses road kill in their food these and more updates at 11:00 pm/am not sure yet what ever time I crawl out of my cave.
A few links to hold you over
WWW.Mrbella.com
WWW.Loband.com
www.chumleystoy.com <----- that link is currenly under construction so check back frequently
WWW.paradigm.8m.net <--- band I saw tonight at the state Theater well worth checking out.
www.synapsesounds.com/ <--- the other band I saw tonight umm last night what ever the fuck it was.
Video Game update......
GTA San Andreas is a kick ass game still playing it. PS2
GTA Vice City is my all time favorite game still PS2
The Punisher damn good game bad camara angles though PS2
Def Jam Fight for NY. Best fighting game ever Nuff Said PS2
Resident Evil 4 Best RE title in the series even with no ZOMBIES GC
Prince Of Persia The warrior Within. Damn good game nice replay value PS2
The Getaway Black Monday. Decent game/Movie yes I said movie you would have to play that one to understand PS2
Full reviews on these games and more possibly in the near future.
Movie Reviews also in the works providing I remember and all the other stories and more still to come so get comfy grab yourslef a drink and a snack, kick your feet up and sit back and enjoy.......
Wired Wizard
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| Thursday, February 03, 2005 |
A few years back I worked for a company called AIT ( American International Telephone) It was a decent job and I got away with a ton of shit to boot and the work wasn't overly complex. Now there were a few colorful characters that worked there as well.
1. Me
2. My friend James
3. Jason ( the owners son)
4. Chet ( we called him chester the molester)
and several others as well but me and the one listed were pretty much part of our own clique so to speak. Of course we made it hell for other people to work there which I think was our job to do but I am not to sure about that any way here are a few stories from the AIT days for your enjoyment.
Left Handed Monkey Wrench
As a general rule I love to bust peoples chops just because its part of my nature to do so but when I have other people to help it adds so much more to the pranks. Once such occasion was when one of our co-workers whom we always had to mess with thought there was something wrong with her car. Well she went back to the building to make a call or something and I had the ingenious idea to pour my drink by her tail lights and on the floor. My friend James seeing this knew right away that the gag was on. James called Chet and Jason over to Michelle's car ( the lady we were pulling the prank on) and let them in on the joke. Soon our supervisor was in on it as well but quickly went back to his office. Michelle came out and asked us what we were doing at her car and I looked at her as seriously as I could and told her that she was leaking blinker fluid at a pretty bad rate. My cohorts agreed with my statement. To sweeten the pot my buddy James said yeah and if it gets to bad it could lead to break problems and by the looks of it you have lost about a quart of blinker fluid already. She would have to buy a gallon of blinker fluid and had to buy a left handed monkey wrench to properly remove the bolts to get to the access port to pour in the blinker fluid. By this point Michelle is both confused and worried. At this point our supervisor came from the warehouse and asked what was going on. Michelle explained her situation. The second he heard Left handed monkey wrench he just added to the trap. You might have to get some 100 mile an hour tape to fix the leak till a mechanic can look at it. Now she is just frantic. Instantly she calls her husband and explains her problem. He explains to her that there is no such thing as blinker fluid or 100 mile an hour tape and that a left handed monkey wrench is the same as a right handed one that we were just messing with her. She hung up her cell phone looked at all of us who were there and called us a bunch of childish assholes and stomped back to the warehouse. We all had a good laugh but that wasn't the last time we would get her.
restaurant Follies
On one occasion we were treated to a nice lunch by the owners of the company for having production up for the whole month. So we all went to Chilies for lunch that day. Once again the wheels in the hamster cages were spinning for something to do. My friend Jason had the perfect plan one that he wouldn't even share with us till he sprung the trap. Once again Michelle was the intended victim. A bit oh back story Michelle was a rather large obnoxious woman who wore a lot of makeup to boot and was easily tricked. Any way the waiter came by and started taking everyone's orders Michelle couldn't decide what she wanted so she held off on giving her order. She was hungry but wanted a salad for lunch since she was on a diet LOL anyways the trap was sprung right there Jason said why don't you get some frumunda cheese with your salad. Its exotic and tastes really good on salad. We all knew right then and there the outcome and let it play. Convinced that it was safe she decided to make the order. The waiter came back to the table as if on cue and asked if she was ready to order. To which she replied I would like a salad with some frumunda cheese on it. The waiter looked both shocked and disgusted as he said we don't serve that here and walked off. She looked at us with a confused look on her face and half expecting an explanation and asked what the hell is frumunda cheese to which we ( me and my buddies ) all replied FROM UNDER THESE NUTS. I think she ordered potato skins after that.
Look its super Fart
Now I wasn't here for this particular incident and only heard it 2nd hand but its to humorous to not tell.
Jason and James were goofing off as always having chair races down the loading dock. ( chair races was something we would do to pass the time when there was no work to do. We had a huge ramp connected to the loading dock which we would race down on needless to say that we got into a lot of races) Well Chet decided he was going to be cool and jump from one table to another and do a split mid air he said hey guys check this out and in mid air let out the most disgusting fart and landed and didn't move for a few minutes. Then he said I will be back I have to go to my house realy quick don't tell anyone what happened. Needless to say by the time everyone had gotten back from lunch or where ever they were at the time the whole warehouse knew about Chet's little accident. Needless to say poopie pants was picked on for a while after that little display of stupidity.
Ahh the good old days there is nothing better than having a laugh at someone elses expense thats for sure
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Some times I get sent jokes that I just have to keep to myself other times I get some and I feel the need to share them this happens to be on of those times that I just have to share. My friend Jen from college sent me in this particular jem and it had been sitting in my mail box for quite some time. I was cleaning out said mail box and decided this was truly one of those gems that needed to be shared so here goes enjoy.....
RECTUM STRETCHER
While a woman was "flying" down the road(30 miles over the limit),
she passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other
side lying in wait. The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car,
and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, "What's your hurry?" To which she replied, "I'm late for work." "Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?"
"I'm a rectum stretcher," she responded.
The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does
a rectum stretcher do?"
Well," she said, "I start by inserting one finger, then I work my
way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in. I
work from
side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely
stretch, until it's about 6 feet wide."
"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" he asked.
"You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge..."
Traffic Ticket $95.00
Court Costs. $45.00
The Look on Cop's Face. PRICELESS
I love a happy ending.
Thanks to Jen for sending that one in as well.
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| Headaches and fevers |
| Wednesday, February 02, 2005 |
Well its been a while since I had gotten around to posting anything and to make matters worse I have been sick for the last 4 days in a row. Running a fever headaches cold chills ect ect you get the picture. So no update today for you bad reader bad bad bad reader.
Actually after I get over this sickness from hell I will resume my normal posting activities and get around to posting the missing stories. Other than that ummm I ain't don't shite.
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