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Skriven 2005-11-21 04:31:26 av Greg Sears (3:633/104)
     Kommentar till en text av George Pope
Ärende: Re: F unny
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 GP> On (20 Nov 05) Greg Sears wrote to Nahum Wengrov...
 GS> "Pretty well," the old man said. "The only thing that bothers me is
   > that she always wants to make love in the backseat of the car."
   > "Uncomfortable, huh?" the doctor said.
   > "It's not that," the old man said. "It's that she insists that I
   > drive."

 -=> 19-Nov-2005 23:40, George Pope wrote in a message to Greg Sears <=-

 GP> No worries -- the safety airbag is in the FRONT!!!

     Worries like.......This little boy about ten years old walks into
a whorehouse dragging a dead frog on a string behind him. Walking up to
the madam, he says, "I would like a girl for the evening."

 "I'm sorry, but I can't help you. You're too young, "says the madam.

  The little boy takes two hundred dollars out of his wallet and hands
it over. "One lady, coming right up, "she says. "One condition," says
the little boy. "The lady has to have active herpes."

 "I'm sorry, but I can't help you. All my girls are clean," says the
madam.

  The little boy takes another two hundred dollars out of his wallet,
and she says, "One dirty lady, coming right up." So the little boy goes
upstairs with the prostitute. About twenty-five minutes later the boy
comes downstairs all happy and smiling, still dragging his dead frog
behind him.  As he heads out the door, the madam says, "May I ask you a
question? Why did you insist on a woman with herpes?"

  "It goes like this," says the little boy. "When I get home tonight, my
babysitter will be there. I'll make love to her, and she'll get the
herpes.  When my parents get back, my dad will drive the babysitter
home, screw the babysitter, and catch the herpes. When he comes in,
he'll make love with my mom, and she'll catch it. Tomorrow morning about
eight my father will leave for work. At about ten the milkman gets
there, and he's the bastard who killed my FROG!"


> OBJoke: for our Moderator and all-round friend/servant

  Hillory Clinton went to the grocery store one day with her secret
service men.  She noticed a child selling puppies out of a box on the
doorstep of the market.  She asked the child what sort of puppies he
had, and he replied "These are Democratic puppies."

  She went back to the white house and told Bill aobut the boy with the
puppies.  He went back with her the next day to ask the boy about the
puppies.  "Sonny,"  he said to the boy.  "What sort of puppies are those
there?"

  "Sir," replied the child, "These are Republican Puppies."

  "But yesterday you said they were Democrat puppies," Hillory
protested.

  "Today their eyes are open", the child replied.

> OBJoke: for Mr. <+]::-{(} ("Cyberpope")

  There's two Irish fellows walking along one day in Belfast,
and they turn a corner to discover that a large bomb has just
exploded. Appalled, they trot over to investigate and find the
head of a man in the gutter.

  "Good Heavens, that's Paddy O'Dwyer," says one of men,

  "No it's not," said the other. "It's nothing like him at all."

  "It is so. I know him anywhere."

  "Well," says the doubter, "Let's take it down to Mrs. O'Dwyer.
It's her husband, so you say, and she should know."

  So they pick up the head and make their way to where Mrs O'Dwyer
lives. They knock at the door.

  "Mrs. O'Dwyer," says the one with head. "It's me, Cathal
O'Reardon. Can you tell me, is this your husband?"

  He holds the head up for her to see.

  "Oh no," says Mrs. O'Dwyer, "That's not my Paddy. He's taller
than that."



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