Watch this, and you'll get one.

http://jimost.wordpress.com/2006/10/30/34/

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That is just too cute!lol:)

That was priceless!

Thanks for sharing that with us, Dave! FUN NIE!

I presume they will be erecting barriers to prevent such behavior in the future? :)

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Can we make this the joke of the day thread???


I have a funny joke that an aunt sent me - she is in her 70's - lol


In the nursing home one evening the old man looked over and
said to the old lady, "I know just what you're wanting. For $5, I'll have
sex with you right over there in that rocking chair."



The old lady looked surprised, but didn't say a word.



The old man continued, "For $10 I'll do it with you on that
nice soft sofa over there, but for $20 I'll take you back to my room, light
some candles and give you the most romantic evening you've ever had in your life."

The old lady still said nothing, but after a couple minutes,
she started digging down in her purse.
She pulled out a wrinkled $20 bill and held it up.

"So you want the nice romantic evening in my room, then?" said
the old man.

"Get serious," she replied, "Four times in the rocking chair."

Can we make this the joke of the day thread???


I have a funny joke that an aunt sent me - she is in her 70's - lol


In the nursing home one evening the old man looked over and
said to the old lady, "I know just what you're wanting. For $5, I'll have
sex with you right over there in that rocking chair."



The old lady looked surprised, but didn't say a word.



The old man continued, "For $10 I'll do it with you on that
nice soft sofa over there, but for $20 I'll take you back to my room, light
some candles and give you the most romantic evening you've ever had in your life."

The old lady still said nothing, but after a couple minutes,
she started digging down in her purse.
She pulled out a wrinkled $20 bill and held it up.

"So you want the nice romantic evening in my room, then?" said
the old man.

"Get serious," she replied, "Four times in the rocking chair."


Oh my Lord, that was funny

Oh my Lord, that was funny
Yep, I laughed my head off!:) lol

She sounds like something I'd say :D

Great one Grammie.:thumbsup:

Moving To California

Chuck was sitting in an airplane when another fellow took a seat beside him.

The new guy was an absolute wreck....pale, hands shaking, biting his nails and moaning in fear.

"Hey pal, what's the matter?" Chuck asked.

"Oh man.... I've been transferred to California," the other guy answered, "there's crazy people in California....and they have shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate...."

"Hold on" Chuck interrupted, "I've lived in California all my life and it is not as bad as the media says.

Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."

The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh thank you. I've been worried to death but if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"

"Me?", said Chuck, "I'm a tail gunner on a bread truck in Oakland." :thedevil:

:upsidedow Moving To California

Chuck was sitting in an airplane when another fellow took a seat beside him.

The new guy was an absolute wreck....pale, hands shaking, biting his nails and moaning in fear.

"Hey pal, what's the matter?" Chuck asked.

"Oh man.... I've been transferred to California," the other guy answered, "there's crazy people in California....and they have shootings, gangs, race riots, drugs, the highest crime rate...."

"Hold on" Chuck interrupted, "I've lived in California all my life and it is not as bad as the media says.

Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll your kids in a good school and it's as safe as anywhere in the world."

The other passenger relaxed and stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh thank you. I've been worried to death but if you live there and say it's OK, I'll take your word for it. What do you do for a living?"

"Me?", said Chuck, "I'm a tail gunner on a bread truck in Oakland." :thedevil:


Thats freakin hilarious

:upsidedow


Thats freakin hilarious

But true!!! One of the reasons I have a Solstice is because it's a smaller target to shoot at!!:banasex0r

But true!!! One of the reasons I have a Solstice is because it's a smaller target to shoot at!!:banasex0r


Now I know your pullin my chain:frogtongu

Wish I had done that! Well, maybe not. I guess he was already immersed in the Spirit! Good laugh, thanks.

TEXAS CHILI COOK-OFF


If you can read the whole story without tears of laughter running down your cheeks, then there's no hope for you.

NOTE: Take time to read this slowly. Pay particular attention to the first two judges, then the reaction of the third is even better!

If you live or have lived in Texas you know how true this is.
They actually have Chili cook-offs in many small towns, sometimes along with rodeos and county fairs. It takes up large outdoor areas and usually the majority spaces of parking lots.

The following notes are from an inexperienced "chili taster" named Frank who was visiting from the East Coast:


"Recently I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original judge called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the Budweiser 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.



Here are the scorecards from the event."

Chili #1 Mike's Maniac Mobster 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 Jesus, what the hell is this stuff? You could have dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worse one. These Texans are crazy!

Chili #2 Arthur'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 ? Keep this shit 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. Needs more beans.
Judge #2 ? A bean-less chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge #3 ? Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I've been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded on my back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all 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 barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300 lb. broad is starting to look HOT? Just like this nuclear waste I'm eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac?


Chili #5 Linda'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 had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

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 and garlic. Superb.
Judge #3 ? My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I shit on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips 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 #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's made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slides unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit 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 Tommy'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 or hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor dude, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?

Oh My GOSH! I was pissin myself laughing. I had tears rolling down my face. That was the funniest damn thing I've read.

LOL That is hilarious!:)

That was GREAT! Laughed my butt off!!!

I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the
girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner.

After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally
settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.

I got out my trusty case of MRE's. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that
when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here's what I made:

I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three
of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight packets of
dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the
Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved garlic and olive
oil.

In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together
to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some
spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in
the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.

When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed
of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like
velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of my spice cans
(hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks fancy right?)

For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five packets
of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and
stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I
sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it.

For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka
(yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it sells for
$4.35 per fifth) and mixed in four packets of "Electrolytes - 1 each -
Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie
kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess... could've
been leftover sand from Egypt).

I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the
table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that stuff is
damned EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600), and put
the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter.

She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the
food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!"

We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking
me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew
a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the makeshift
"wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because
she drank four glasses during dinner.

At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with
delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay...
yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.

Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my
restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh oh"
and a resounding but petite poot punctuated her utterance of dismay.

Let the games begin.

She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange
scent. Yup. The Army even makes smellgood) and returned to the couch, this
time with an obvious pained look.

After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the
bathroom for the second time. I could hear her say "What the hell is WRONG
with me???," as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl.
This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being
employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.

Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair
instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest,
kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she
ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn't come out
for 30 minutes.

I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so hard
that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said "I am SOOOOOO
sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can't
believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an Immodium AD, and
she finally settled down and relaxed.

Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had
enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all
the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.

After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of "Army
food" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said "I ate
9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?" After I
concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.

She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't go for 3 days, and when she
finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the
hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high
caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again,
unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.

It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that was
the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd been so
upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on
the couch.

I know, I'm a jerk, but it was still a funny night.

unclefester, you need to consider yourself lucky.

Any other woman would have said goodbye and you'd never see her again! :banasex0r

My worst nightmare at presenting a dinner was much less painful. We had invited a couple of clients over with their spouses. I made my instant Potatoes (Hungry Jack) with my special recipe from my mom, and I cooked the steaks on the barbecue, Vicky made the other stuff. So I've got a big platter with all these steaks on them and I'm walking to each person to place their steak on their plate, and at the first person's side the platter slipped and the steaks all landed on the floor! :eyebrow:

Well, the floor was carpeted and quite clean, so we just gently rinsed off the steaks and continued serving. Hey, these were Certified Angus Rib-Eyes at $12.99 a pound. If the guests didn't want them, I'd finish them off over the week!

I learned to leave the platter on the kitchen island and let the guests form a line to get their steaks! :bouncy: :bouncy: :bouncy:

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Unclefester... Was that a real story? I think if it had been me, I would have not sprayed the air freshener once I found out what you fed me :D

Unclefester... Was that a real story? I think if it had been me, I would have not sprayed the air freshener once I found out what you fed me :D

Ah, sweet revenge. I mean, smelly revenge! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

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Ah, sweet revenge. I mean, smelly revenge! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

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Same differnce right?? ;)

That was something that was sent to me.
I would never try that. I avoid eating three lies in one. They are not meals, they are not ready, and you sure as hell can't eat them. They have gotten better over the years but I avoided them when I could.
I still think it was funny though. I could see some of my friends trying something like that.

That was something that was sent to me.
I would never try that. I avoid eating three lies in one. They are not meals, they are not ready, and you sure as hell can't eat them. They have gotten better over the years but I avoided them when I could.
I still think it was funny though. I could see some of my friends trying something like that.


Well Im glad that you didnt do anything like that :D My husband would say that the meals they fix them at the different bases in Iraq are just as bad if not worse then the MRE's :eek:

MREs: They are not meals, they are not ready, and you sure as hell can't eat them. They have gotten better over the years but I avoided them when I could.
Ah, the joy of being in the Navy. No MREs. :banasex0r

I even had a little refrigerator in my office on the ship. I kept Coca Cola, ham and bologna, mayonaisse, etc. Came in handy when dinner was turkey a la king. :eyebrow:

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Ah, the joy of being in the Navy. No MREs. :banasex0r

I even had a little refrigerator in my office on the ship. I kept Coca Cola, ham and bologna, mayonaisse, etc. Came in handy when dinner was turkey a la king. :eyebrow:

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And on an aircraft carrier like I was, the food is top shelf. Steak and tails at least once a month, eggs to order every day for breakfast, and Reefers big enough to store lots of milk and keep it fresh for a month.:thumbsup:

And on an aircraft carrier like I was, the food is top shelf. Steak and tails at least once a month, eggs to order every day for breakfast, and Reefers big enough to store lots of milk and keep it fresh for a month.:thumbsup:

Yeah, you carrier dudes were top of the order! :cool:

I was on a little destroyer escort. We looked like your tugboat! :banasex0r

Let's hear what Da Squid has to say.

Any more of you sailors out there? And Army, Air Force, and Marines, tell us about your food and other experiences. :eyebrow:

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Well Im glad that you didnt do anything like that :D My husband would say that the meals they fix them at the different bases in Iraq are just as bad if not worse then the MRE's :eek:


I can vouch for that I spent a year in Iraq as a contractor. The food was o.k. but after a while, it got old. They did not change the menu the entire year I was there. They just changed what day they served it.:eek:

I can vouch for that I spent a year in Iraq as a contractor. The food was o.k. but after a while, it got old. They did not change the menu the entire year I was there. They just changed what day they served it.:eek:


Mmmm MMMMmmm Mmmmmmm Apatizing

The wife got on me about putting up Christmas lights. So I put down the beer and put up the lights for her. Take a look

The wife got on me about putting up Christmas lights. So I put down the beer and put up the lights for her. Take a look

Are we still in deer season? :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

You need to add a red light to his nose so everyone will know it's Rudolph! :D

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(I recieved this email today and just found it too funny to keep to myself)


I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.

This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and gave the woman the finger.

"Man, that guy is stupid," I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:

I drive 48 miles each way every day to work.

That's 96 miles each day.

Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.

Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.

There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.

That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.

Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.

That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day.

Statistically, females drive half of these.

That's 18,000 women drivers!

In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS.

That's 642.

According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.

That's 449.

According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide.

That's 98.

And 34% describe men as their biggest problem.

That's 33.

According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.

Give her the finger? I don't think so.

The wife got on me about putting up Christmas lights. So I put down the beer and put up the lights for her. Take a look


Thats nasty!! I can not believe someone actually did that.

(I recieved this email today and just found it too funny to keep to myself)


I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.

This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and gave the woman the finger.

"Man, that guy is stupid," I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:

I drive 48 miles each way every day to work.

That's 96 miles each day.

Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.

Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.

There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.

That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.

Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.

That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day.

Statistically, females drive half of these.

That's 18,000 women drivers!

In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS.

That's 642.

According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.

That's 449.

According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide.

That's 98.

And 34% describe men as their biggest problem.

That's 33.

According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.

Give her the finger? I don't think so.


Now THATS a smart man.

Good one, unclefester! :D :D :D

This morning on 610 Loop I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.

I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.

As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much;

I dropped my electric shaver,

which knocked the donut out of my other hand.

In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car

using my knees against the steering wheel,

it knocked my cell phone away from my ear

which fell into the coffee between my legs,

splashed and burned Little Joey and the Twins,

ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers,

and disconnected an important call.


Idiot Women Drivers!

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Good one, unclefester! :D :D :D

This morning on 610 Loop I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.

I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.

As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much;

I dropped my electric shaver,

which knocked the donut out of my other hand.

In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car

using my knees against the steering wheel,

it knocked my cell phone away from my ear

which fell into the coffee between my legs,

splashed and burned Little Joey and the Twins,

ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers,

and disconnected an important call.


Idiot Women Drivers!

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:rolleyes: :rolleyes: Good Grief :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

:rolleyes: :rolleyes: Good Grief :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Now, Christina, it is obvious that I am making fun of MALE drivers, right? :D

It's like when I say there are two kinds of drivers in Houston:

the morons who drive slower than me
and the idiots who driver faster than me.

Obviously, I am making fun of MYSELF, you see that, right? :D

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Now, Christina, it is obvious that I am making fun of MALE drivers, right? :D

It's like when I say there are two kinds of drivers in Houston:

the morons who drive slower than me
and the idiots who driver faster than me.

Obviously, I am making fun of MYSELF, you see that, right? :D

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Yes my dear I know that. I think you have a good point there. I was not good griefin your bashing women I was good griefin the whole post in general. Espically when ya dropped the donut :bouncy:

Yes my dear I know that. I think you have a good point there. I was not good griefin your bashing women I was good griefin the whole post in general. Espically when ya dropped the donut :bouncy:

Yeah, poor Joey! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

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Yeah, poor Joey! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

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Joey?? Good Gosh tell me thats not what you really call it :banasex0r

Joey?? Good Gosh tell me thats not what you really call it :banasex0r

Well, I certainly don't call it LITTLE Joey! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

But it's not my joke, I just cut and paste. :D

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Well, I certainly don't call it LITTLE Joey! :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

But it's not my joke, I just cut and paste. :D

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I dont think there is ANY man I've ever known who's called it "little" anything :tongue:

I dont think there is ANY man I've ever known who's called it "little" anything :tongue:

Uh oh, you've opened the door now!

Just HOW many men have you, er, known? :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

Take some advice from Bill Clinton and just don't answer that question! :bouncy:

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Uh oh, you've opened the door now!

Just HOW many men have you, er, known? :banasex0r :banasex0r :banasex0r

Take some advice from Bill Clinton and just don't answer that question! :bouncy:

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I dont mean in THAT sense. I mean I know men who talk about their willy and they have never said little. It's usually an Anaconda :banasex0r But it's usually those that you KNOW are full of shit. :eyebrow:
Same thing if they brag about being good in bed, They usually suck at it ;)