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[Michael_G]

The Catholic Church has finally agreed on the new format for voting in the new head of their church. Next Sat night, Simon Cowell will hosp Pope Idol

 

[Michael_G]

Q - Whats red and wraped up in newspaper?

A - Abortion of chips.

 

[WildFingers]

A boy and his date were parked on a back road some distance from town, doing what boys and girls do on back roads some distance from town, when the girl stopped the boy.

"I really should have mentioned this earlier, but I'm actually a hooker and I charge $20 for sex." The boy reluctantly paid her, and they did their thing.

After a cigarette, the boy just sat in the driver's seat looking out the window. "Why aren't we going anywhere?" asked the girl.

"Well, I should have mentioned this before, but I'm actually a taxi driver, and the fare back to town is $25."

 

[RogueWarrior]

Yankee Judging a Texas Chili Cook-off
Please note, Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Boston.

Frank: 'Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing right there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3.

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:

CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could
remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the
flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN'S AFTERBURNER CHILI

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Warning! Danger! Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who
wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer
when they saw the look on my face.

CHILI # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels
like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get
me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my
backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from
all of the beer.

CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or
other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable
to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT ... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

CHILI # 5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must
admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili may have given me permanent brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.

CHILI # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except for Sally. Can't feel my lips OR my face anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about judge number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI


Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot.. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted when we started tasting some really hot chili?

Judge # 3 - No Report.

 

[WildFingers]

A Californian blonde goes into a bar. The bartender asks her what she would like, and she replies, "Gimme a beer."

The bartender then asks, "Anheuser-Busch?"

To which she replies, "Fine thanks, and how's your cock?"

 

[WildFingers]

California Charlie was visiting an old friend and his wife for dinner. When the time came to leave, his car wouldn't start, and it was too late to call the local service station.

The husband urged California Charlie to stay over. There was no spare bed in the house; there wasn't even a sofa. So Charlie would have to sleep with the husband and wife. No sooner had the husband fallen asleep when the wife taped Charlie on the shoulder and motioned for him to come over to her. "I couldn't do that," he whispered. "Your husband is my best friend!" "Listen, sugar," she whispered back, "there ain't nothing in the whole wide world could wake hime up now." "I can't believe that," Charlie said. "Certainly if I get on top of you and screw you, he'll wake up won't he? "Sugar, he certainly won't. If you don't believe me, pluck a hair out of his asshole and see if that wakes him." Charlie did just that. He was amazed when the husband remained asleep. So he climbed over to the wife's side of the bed and fucked her.

When he finished, he climbed back to his own side. It wasn't long before she tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him over again. Again he pulled a hair to determine if his old friend was asleep. This went on eight times during the night. Each time Charlie screwed the woman, he first pulled out one of the husband's asshole hairs.

The ninth time he pulled a hair, the husband awoke and muttered: "Listen, Charlie, old pal, I don't mind you fucking my wife, but for Pete's sake, stop using my ass for a scoreboard!"

 

[ga5457]

I went grocery shopping recently while not being
altogether sure that course of action was a wise one.
You see, the previous evening I had prepared and
consumed a massive quantity of my patented "You're
definitely going to crap yourself" chili. Tasty stuff,
albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes
with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the
next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off.

Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and
even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know
what I mean) nothing happened. No "Watson's Movement
2". espite habanera peppers swimming their way through
my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create
the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door
neighbors as thunder and lightning.

Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not
sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market; a
local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in
search of tasty tidbits.

Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I
selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping
items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the
opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the
pain hit me.

Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm
talking about. I'm referring to that "Uh oh, gotta go"
pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time.
The thing is, this pain was different.

The habaneras in the chili from the night before were
staging a revolt.
In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way
through the small intestines, forcing their way into
the large intestines, and before I could take one step
in the direction of the restrooms which would bring
sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning
shot.

There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle,
suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of
which has never before been recorded. I
was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile
odor might escape me.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the
lower part of my body, and I began to move up the
aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned
into it.

I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see
what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium
that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it
unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different
directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm
sure some of you at least will be able to relate.

I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply
watched as she walked into an invisible, and
apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible
that all she could do before gathering her senses and
running, was to stand there blinking and waving her
arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry
bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then
made me laugh. Mistake.

Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep
things "clamped down", if you know what I mean. With
each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my
nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I
was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked,
fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing
off a shotgun.

Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming,
and I raced off through the store towards the
restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying
that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took
place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to
the john, began the inevitable "Oh my God", floating
above the toilet seat because my butt is burning SO
BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was
in
the middle of what is the true meaning of "Shock and
Awe". He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said,
"Sonofab....!", then quickly left.

Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my
partially filled cart intending to carry on with my
shopping when a store employee approached me and said,
"Sir, you might want to step outside for a few
minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink
bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the
vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to
take care of the problem."

That of course set me off again, causing residual
gases to escape me.
The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his
shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an
accusing manner shouted, "IT'S YOU!",then ran off
returning moments later with the manager. I was
unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked
none too kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that
there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I
consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop
at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that because
we are in court over the whole matter. They claim
they're going to have to repaint the store...

 

[ga5457]

A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it.

'Impossible!' says the doctor. 'Show me.'

The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left shoulder and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed even more. She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream.

The doctor said, 'You're not really a redhead, are you?

'Well, no' she said, 'I'm actually a blonde.'

'I thought so,' the doctor said, 'Your finger is broken.'

 

[ga5457]

#1 A man took his wife to the Rodeo and one of the exhibits is that of breeding bulls. They went up to the first pen and there was a sign that said, "This bull mated 50 times last year." The wife poked her husband in the ribs and said, "He mated 50 times last year." They walked a little further and saw another pen with a sign that said, "This bull mated 120 times last year." The wife hit her husband and said, "That's more than twice a week! You could learn a lot from him." They walked further and a third pen had a bull with a sign saying, "This bull mated 365 times last year." The wife got really excited and said, "That's once a day. You could REALLY learn something from this one." The husband looked at her and said, "Go up and ask him if it was with the same cow." The husband's condition has been reduced from critical to stable and he should make a full recovery

#2 An old man sitting on his front porch in Louisiana watching the sunrise sees the neighbor's kid walk by carrying something big under his arm. He yells out, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"
The boy yells back, "Roll of chicken wire."
The old man says, "What you gonna do with that?"
The boy says, "Catch some chickens."
The old man yells, "You damn fool, you can't catch chickens with chicken wire!"
The boy just laughs and keeps walking.
That evening at sunset the boy comes walking by and to the old man's surprise, he is dragging behind him the chicken wire with about 30 chickens caught in it.
At the same time the next morning, the old man is out watching the sunrise and he sees the boy walk by carrying something kind of round in his hand. The old man yells out, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"
The boy yells back, "Roll of duck tape."
The old man says, "What you gonna do with that?"
The boy says back, "Catch me some ducks."
The old man yells back, "You damn fool, you can't catch ducks with duck tape!"
The boy just laughs and keeps walking.
That night, around sunset, the boy walks by coming home and to the old man's amazement, he is trailing behind him the unrolled roll of duck tape with about 35 ducks caught in it.
At the same time the next morning, the old man sees the boy walking by carrying what looks like a long reed with something fuzzy on the end. The old man says, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"
The boy says, "It's a pussy willow."
The old man says "Hold on, I'll get my hat."


#3 Ralph returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him he has only 24 hours to live.
Given this prognosis, Ralph asks his wife for sex. Naturally, she agrees, and they make love.

About six hours later, the husband goes to his wife and says, 'Honey, you know I now have only 18 hours to live. Could we please do it one more time?' Of course, the wife agrees and they do it again.

Later, as the man gets into bed, he looks at his watch and realizes he now has only 8 hours left. He touches his wife's shoulder and asks, 'Honey, please - just one more time before I die ? She says, 'Of course, dear.'
And they make love for the third time.

After this session, the wife rolls over & falls asleep. Ralph, however, worried about his impending death, tosses & turns until he's down to 4 more hours. He taps his wife, who rouses.
'Honey, I have only 4 more hours. Do you think we could..?'

At this point the wife rolls over and says, 'Listen Ralph, I have to get up in the morning..... you don't!

#4 Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. While having a bite to eat, they talk about their moonshine operation.

Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in
real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says,
'Kin ya swallar?'

The woman shakes her head no.

Then he asks, 'Kin ya breathe?'

The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.
The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth.
As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his table.

His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver' but I ain't niver seed nobody do it!'


#5 A maid asked for a pay increase. The wife was very upset about this and asked: "Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase?"

Maria: "Well Ma'am, there are three reasons why I want an increase. The first is that I iron better than you."

Wife: "Who said you iron better than me?"
Maria: "Your husband said so."
Wife: "Oh."

Maria: "The second reason is that I am a better cook than you."
Wife: "Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?"
Maria: "Your husband did."
Wife: "Oh."

Maria: "My third reason is that I am a better lover than you."
Wife (really furious now): "Did my husband say that as well?"
Maria: "No Ma'am, the gardener did."

SHE GOT THE RAISE

 

[WildFingers]

Must be an old joke. Do they even use rectal thermometers any more?

A very tired nurse walks into a Bank of the Ozarks branch on Hwy 71, right here in Bentonville, totally exhausted after an 18-hour shift.
Preparing to write a check, she pulls a rectal thermometer out of her purse and tries to write with it. When she realizes her mistake, she looks at the flabbergasted teller, and without missing a beat, she says:

'Well, that's great....that's just great..........some asshole's got my pen!'

 

[Nordling]

Must be an old joke. Do they even use rectal thermometers any more?

[snip]

:-D I can't say whether they still use them, but they still sell them. lol

http://www.amazon.com/b?ie=UTF8&node=16025411

 

[Michael_G]

I auditioned for Britain's Got Talent when it visited Cardiff. But, shockingly, I was turned down.
That's right, my signature 'balancing a Mars Bar on my head for ten minutes' failed to impress Simon Cowell.
He said, "Sorry, but Osama Bin Laden's had a Bounty on his head for eight years."

 

[Michael_G]

Simon Cowell is more powerful than Jesus.

Sure, Jesus can turn water into wine, but Simon Cowell can turn shit into money.

 

[AlainaFox]

How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
It's an obscure number; you've probably never heard of it.

What's dumber than a rock?
The hippie who bought it.

 

[SweepTheLeg]

How do you hide money from a hippie?
Put it under the soap!

 

[WildFingers]

Q: What's the difference between a penis and a bonus?
A: Your wife will always blow your bonus!

___________

 

[CallipygiEnthusiast]

Guy #1: "Hey, what's under there?"
Guy #2: "Underwear?"


ahaaaa .....

..I'll see myself out..

 

[WildFingers]

What the hell is Michigan's Problem?

 

[SweepTheLeg]

What isn't Michigan's problem? One of my favorite quotes of all time is "The only sure thing in Detroit, is someone's getting shot!"

 

[EdgarAllenWhoa]

*he opens his flashy suitcase to show me the goods for the deal; I see what appears to be men's underwear* "now let me keep this brief..."




:character-hobbes:

 

[Michael_G]

*he opens his flashy suitcase to show me the goods for the deal; I see what appears to be men's underwear* "now let me keep this brief..."




:character-hobbes:

 

[Michael_G]

A truck driver was driving down the highway when he sees a priest hitchhiking on the road. He stops to pick up the priest, but he has a few misgivings about giving him a ride; usually when the driver sees a redneck on the road, he hits them -- with a priest in the truck, he'd have to swerve. But the driver decides to pick up the priest.

A little while later, he comes across a redneck hitchhiking. He decides to just swerve and let this one live when, all of a sudden he hears a "BOOM!" The driver looks over at the priest, who says, "Don't worry -- I got him with the door."

 

[camstory]

because the thread topic does not say "good jokes"

What is the difference between pink and purple?
The grip!

What did the sign say that hung on the locked door of the whore house?
We're closed, beat it.

 

[camstory]

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Oink oink.

Oink oink, who?

For Christ sake make up your mind, are you a pig or an owl?

:lol: best knock knock joke ever IMO.

 

[EdgarAllenWhoa]

Did you hear about the mind reading dwarf who escaped from prison?
There's a small medium at large.







:character-hobbes:

 

[camstory]

Did you hear about the mind reading dwarf who escaped from prison?
There's a small medium at large.

It's so stupid, I'm still busting up and lovin the guilty pleasure. :laughing-rofl:

 

[AnaVictoriaXO]

Two condoms are walking down the street when they pass a gay bar.

One looks at the other and says "Hey, you wanna go in and get shit faced?"




God, Im lame. :lol:

 

[Michael_G]

"Roses are red. Apples are fruity. Check your Lasagne. It might be Black Beauty. "

One for the UK boys and girls. :-D :-D :-D

 

[EdgarAllenWhoa]

"Roses are red. Apples are fruity. Check your Lasagne. It might be Black Beauty. "

One for the UK boys and girls. :-D :-D :-D

Quit horsing around

 

[SweepTheLeg]

What's the best thing Kurt Cobain ever released?

The safety.