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Slugman It’s a Slugfest!
Joined: 27 Mar 2003 Posts: 16874 | TRs | Pics
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It’s a Slugfest!
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:06 am
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How did the electrician lose power in his own home? He got married.
What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work? A stick.
What do a Texas tornado and an Oklahoma divorce have in common?
Somebody's gonna lose a trailer.
Where did Napoleon keep his armies?
In his sleevies.
What did the apple say to the banana?
Nothing -- apples don't talk!
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Justan Member
Joined: 04 Oct 2004 Posts: 1041 | TRs | Pics
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:59 am
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An old farmer went to town to see a movie. The ticket seller asked, "Sir, what's that on your shoulder?"
The old farmer said, "That's my pet rooster Chucky. Wherever I go, Chucky goes."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the ticket seller. "We can't allow animals in the theater."
The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed the bird down his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater. He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge. The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer unzipped his pants so Chucky could stick his head out and watch the movie.
"Marge," whispered Mildred.
"What?" said Marge.
"I think the guy next to me is a pervert."
"What makes you think so?" asked Marge.
"He unzipped his pants and he has his thing out," whispered Mildred.
"Well, don't worry about it, " said Marge. "At our age we've seen 'em all."
"I thought so too," said Mildred, "but this one's eating my popcorn!"
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GlacierGlider Trail Blazer
Joined: 14 Sep 2006 Posts: 834 | TRs | Pics Location: Pleasant Grove UT |
How many blonds does it take to plug in a light bulb?
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none, you screw in a light bulb, duh!
"Those who go up the mountain must come down....except me" AKA spylunker...."See you at the top"
"Those who go up the mountain must come down....except me" AKA spylunker...."See you at the top"
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Conrad Meadow bagger
Joined: 25 Aug 2006 Posts: 2298 | TRs | Pics Location: Moscow, ID |
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 12:18 pm
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Maybe you screw in a light bulb; I prefer in bed.
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Conrad Meadow bagger
Joined: 25 Aug 2006 Posts: 2298 | TRs | Pics Location: Moscow, ID |
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:53 pm
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Knobbley knees wrote: | The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party.
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"Listen very carefully you dumb ass horse. For the last time . . .
. . . . . . . . . . BRING POSSEEEE!!!!" |
This one wins the Choking At Dinner prize. I told it at dinner, the whole family broke up, but my teenage son choked and had to leave the table for several minutes. Good thing he wasn't drinking milk!
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touron Member
Joined: 15 Sep 2003 Posts: 10293 | TRs | Pics Location: Plymouth Rock |
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:26 pm
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Touron is a nougat of Arabic origin made with almonds and honey or sugar, without which it would just not be Christmas in Spain.
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Conrad Meadow bagger
Joined: 25 Aug 2006 Posts: 2298 | TRs | Pics Location: Moscow, ID |
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Conrad
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Thu Oct 26, 2006 9:35 pm
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A couple from tonight's viewing of A Prairie Home Companion DVD:
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A truckload of Viagra has been stolen. Police don't know who did it but are looking for hardened criminals.
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Why do they call it PMS?
Because Mad Cow was taken.
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First God created woman, with 3 breasts. But woman didn't need 3 breasts so God removed the middle one. Then God said "what can I do with this useless boob?"
So She created man.
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GlacierGlider Trail Blazer
Joined: 14 Sep 2006 Posts: 834 | TRs | Pics Location: Pleasant Grove UT |
3 women are visited by a genie...
and given 1 wish each.....
the first one wishes for money and power....
poof-she's the queen of england....
the second one wishes for glamour money and power....
poof-she is Marilynn Monroe...
the third wishes to be beter than those two combined....
poof- she bocomes a man....
"Those who go up the mountain must come down....except me" AKA spylunker...."See you at the top"
"Those who go up the mountain must come down....except me" AKA spylunker...."See you at the top"
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touron Member
Joined: 15 Sep 2003 Posts: 10293 | TRs | Pics Location: Plymouth Rock |
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Fri Oct 27, 2006 8:36 pm
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After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bellringer was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day when a lone, armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bellringer job.
The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arm!" "No matter," said the man, "Observe!" He then began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment, convinced he had finally found a suitable replacement for Quasimodo.
Suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped, and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?" "I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but his face sure rings a bell."
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist the bishop continued his interviews for the bellringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your excellency, I am the brother of the poor, armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honor his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty." The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened?" the first breathlessly asked, "Who is this man?" "I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
Touron is a nougat of Arabic origin made with almonds and honey or sugar, without which it would just not be Christmas in Spain.
Touron is a nougat of Arabic origin made with almonds and honey or sugar, without which it would just not be Christmas in Spain.
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touron Member
Joined: 15 Sep 2003 Posts: 10293 | TRs | Pics Location: Plymouth Rock |
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Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:33 pm
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Touron is a nougat of Arabic origin made with almonds and honey or sugar, without which it would just not be Christmas in Spain.
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liembo Member
Joined: 26 Sep 2003 Posts: 126 | TRs | Pics
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Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:27 am
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Q: What does the average [Husky|Coug] get on their SAT?
A: Drool.
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Mtn Dog Technohiker
Joined: 01 Aug 2004 Posts: 3336 | TRs | Pics Location: Bellevue, WA |
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Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:19 pm
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An engineer is out for a walk one day and sees a frog on the side of the road. As he approaches he hears the frog speak, "Kiss me and I'll turn into a beautiful princess!" So he picks up the frog, smiles at it, and puts it in his pocket. A few minutes later the frog starts speaking again, "Kiss me. I'll turn into a beautiful princess and stay with you for an entire week!" The engineer looks at the frog admirably and then puts it back in his pocket. Then the frog says, "Kiss me. I'll turn into a beautiful princess, I'll stay with you for a whole week, and I'll do anything you want!" A third time the engineer looks at the frog, smiles, and puts it back into his pocket.
Finally the frog starts to get frustrated. "Look, I promised to become a beautiful princess, stay with you, and do whatever you like. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer responds, "Oh, I don't have time for a girlfriend - but a talking frog, now that's cool!"
Footprints on the sands of time will never be made sitting down.
Footprints on the sands of time will never be made sitting down.
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strider Member
Joined: 24 Aug 2002 Posts: 464 | TRs | Pics Location: Silverdale |
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Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:17 am
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Did you hear the one about the skeleton that walked into a bar and ordered a beer and a mop?
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I've never been lost, but I'm frequently uncertain where my destination might be in relation to where I am at the moment....
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I've never been lost, but I'm frequently uncertain where my destination might be in relation to where I am at the moment....
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Jeepasaurusrex Member
Joined: 05 Oct 2004 Posts: 1079 | TRs | Pics Location: Arlington, WA |
Two Silk Worms had a race, it ended in a tie.
"I would like to see things from your point of view, but I cannot get my head that far up my butt"
"I would like to see things from your point of view, but I cannot get my head that far up my butt"
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Skinem Member
Joined: 13 Jul 2006 Posts: 293 | TRs | Pics Location: Washington ex-pat |
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Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:39 am
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Where do you keep your spare belly buttons?
In the naval reserve.
(Ugh...that was even painful to type!)
Earth First! We'll strip mine the rest of the galaxy later.
They call me the thread killer...
Earth First! We'll strip mine the rest of the galaxy later.
They call me the thread killer...
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