Path: news.nzbot.com!not-for-mail
From: "::darkshadows::" <blood@thirsty.net>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.rolex
Subject: Jokes 919
Message-ID: <09o6d4tsntv8fmrqofhg9unlki7458fdp3@4ax.com>
X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 4.2/32.1118
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
X-Antivirus: avast! (VPS 080918-0, 09/18/2008), Outbound message
X-Antivirus-Status: Clean
Lines: 74
X-Complaints-To: abuse@easynews.com
Organization: EasyNews, UseNet made Easy!
X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly.
Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 08:22:48 GMT
X-Original-Bytes: 3087
Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.fan.rolex:7299
This guy who works at a pickle factory comes home and hands his wife
50 dollars. She asked him what it was from and he told her that he won
it in a bet -- the guys at the factory bet him 50 dollars that he
wouldn't stick his dick in the pickle slicer.
The wife was surprised and said she wanted to make sure he was still
intact. He pulled down his pants and, indeed, it was all there,
unharmed.
=====
What's 6 inches long , 2 inches wide, and thrills women?
Money!
=====
Joe enters the confessional and tells the priest that he has committed
adultery.
"Oh, no," said the priest. "Was it with Marie Brown?"
"I'd rather not say who it was."
"Was it with Betty Smith?"
"I'd rather not say," says Joe. So the priest gives him absoultion and
Joe leaves. While leaving the church, Joe's friend asks if he recieved
absolution.
"Yes, and two very good leads!"
=====
Three little boys were sitting around talking about their fathers. The
first boy said, "My dad can blow smoke rings."
The second boy said, "My dad can blow smoke rings out of his nose."
The third boy said, "Well, my dad can blow smoke rings out of his
butt."
The first and second boys where amazed. The second boy said, "Have you
seen him do it?"
"No," said the third boy, "but I've seen the tobacco stains on his
underwear."
=====
After an overnight flight to meet my father at his latest military
assignment, my mother wearily arrived at Rhein-Main Air Base in
Germany with my eight siblings and me -- all under age 11. Collecting
our many suitcases, the ten of us entered the cramped customs area. A
young customs official watched our entourage in disbelief, ''Ma'am,''
he said, ''do all these children and this luggage belong to you?''
''Yes, sir,'' my mother said with a sigh, ''they're all mine.''
The customs agent began his interrogation: ''Ma'am, do you have any
weapons, contraband or illegal drugs in your possession?''
''Sir,'' she calmly answered, ''if I'd had any of those items, I would
have used them by now.''
=====
|
|