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Grex > Agora41 > #8: Tickle your funny bone even if you aren't a spring chicken | |
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orinoco
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response 250 of 257:
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May 17 19:04 UTC 2002 |
beautiful.
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senna
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response 251 of 257:
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May 18 02:46 UTC 2002 |
Classic
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gelinas
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response 252 of 257:
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May 18 05:20 UTC 2002 |
"He's hooked, he's hooked, his brain is cooked."
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other
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response 253 of 257:
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May 21 23:13 UTC 2002 |
We get email...
<snippet type="internet list humor">
Finally, something other than smiley faces....
Perfect breasts
(o)(o)
Fake silicone breasts
( + )( + )
Perky breasts
(*)(*)
Big nipple breasts
(@)(@)
A cups
o o
D cups
{ O }{ O }
Wonder bra breasts
(oYo)
Cold breasts
( ^ )( ^ )
Lopsided breasts
(o)(O)
Pierced Breasts
(Q)(O)
Hanging Tassels Breasts
(p)(p)
Grandma's Breasts
\ o /\ o /
Against The Shower Door Breasts
( )( )
Android Breasts
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Martha Stewart's Breasts
($)($)
And God created woman and she had 3 breasts. He then
asked the woman, "Is there anything you'd like to have
changed?"
She replied, "Yes, could you get rid of this
middle breast?"
And so it was done, and it was good.
Then the woman exclaimed as she was holding the third
breast in her hand,"
What can be done with this useless boob?"
And God created man. . . . .
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gull
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response 254 of 257:
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May 28 17:58 UTC 2002 |
For the "if you can't get rid of 'em, toy with 'em" files:
http://thespamletters.com/letter.php?spamID=101&sortBy=da&start=0&search=Ni
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albaugh
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response 255 of 257:
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Jun 4 23:03 UTC 2002 |
Thunderstorm
A little boy walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning
was questionable and clouds were forming, he made his daily trek to the
elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up,
along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little boy felt concerned
that her son would be frightened as he walked home from school and she herself
feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a
flaming sword. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove
along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little boy
walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up
and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the
little boy would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and
called to him, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look nice, God keeps taking my picture."
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albaugh
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response 256 of 257:
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Jun 5 17:46 UTC 2002 |
For amusement, visit http://www.frontiernet.net/~cdm/age1.html
Now, onto the humor...
A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest.
The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick,
and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man
turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"
"My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women,
too much alcohol, a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with
prostitutes, and lack of bath."
"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized.
"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong.
How long have you had arthritis?"
"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."
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albaugh
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response 257 of 257:
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Jun 6 17:25 UTC 2002 |
Pat and Mike
Two Irishmen, Patrick & Michael, were adrift in a lifeboat following a
dramatic escape from a burning freighter. While rummaging through the
boat's provisions, Patrick stumble across an old lamp. Secretly hoping that
a genie would appear, he rubbed the lamp vigorously. To the amazement of
Patrick, a genie came forth.
This particular genie, however, stated that he could only deliver one wish,
not the standard three. Without giving much thought to the matter, Patrick
blurted out "Make the entire ocean into Guinness Beer!" The genie clapped
his hands with a deafening crash, and immediately the entire sea turned into
the finest brew ever sampled by mortals. Simultaneously, the genie vanished.
Only the gentle lapping of Guinness on the hull broke the stillness the two
men considered their circumstances. Michael looked disgustedly at Patrick
whose wish had been granted. After a long, tension-filled moment, he spoke:
"Nice going Patrick! Now we're going to have to pee in the boat."
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