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Jason Love of Snapshots The Cartoon wrote to me: "Well, thanks again, Roman. I look forward to playing any kind of role at your fun site." Oportunity makes a thief... So, I'm gonna share (everyday different) work of Love, thus we shall all benefit from it! Thanks Jason :)
This political joke came from George Hughes. Thanks George:)
(Personal and private fan mail for Paula Corbin Jones which was subpoenaed by Congressman Dan Burton and released to the public for the good of the Republican Party, truth and justice, and the right American way) |
Dear Miss Paula,
My daddy, G. Gordon Liddy, encouraged me to write you. He is impressed with your commitment to the highest ethical standards and wonderful sense of morality.
I want to thank you for what you are doing for Christian women. For too long communists and their liberal dupes have stolen credit for protecting women. Sure their equal rights and sexual harassment laws have dispensed women limited protection from brutes. But what protection have those laws given Christian women, like you, from slick talking Democrats like Bill Clinton or lesbians like Janet Reno. Your trust in your brilliant Christian Republican lawyers will yield wonderful results. Christian women need protection from seduction by fornicators and adulterers. Only atheists and other enemies of Christianity would try to exclude fornication, adultery and oral sex from our sexual harassment laws. We still have a Republican majority on the Supreme Court. With our prays and your persistence, our Supreme Court will reward Christian women with a landmark decision against the sodomites and libertines.
Paula, we hate the Clintons eversomuch, maybe even more than you do.
In Christian charity,
Lucky
I'm so excited! Just got a job as an intern at the White House...and I don't know a thing about medicine. Don't even know what my duties are yet, but I hope it's a "hands on" position.
You won't believe this! I snuck into the Oval Office when no one was looking. But then I dropped one of my contact lenses. So, I got down on my hands and knees and was looking for it when, guess what, the President walked in. He said, "You must be the new intern." That man is psychic! I hope he likes me.
I think the President likes me. Today he dropped HIS contacts on the rug and asked me to find them. We looked all over for them, and you'll never believe where they urned up. And the most embarrassing thing was, he was the one who found them.
He really likes me.
I have been sent to the stupid Pentagon to work. It is such a drag. Like they're going to put me in charge of heat-seeking missles or something. But I still talk to my Bubba-cakes on the phone. He calls me "1-900-Monica." (That means he thinks I'm one in nine hundred. That's pretty special.)
I met a really nice girl today. Her name is Linda. She's really cool except for that clown hair. Has she ever heard the word "conditioner?" She looks like Mrs. Ronald McDonald.
I think Linda is hard of hearing. She keeps asking me to speak louder whenever we go out for a quiet dinner.
Oh-oh. The bad news: I've been subpoenaed. The good news is that Vernon Jordan is my new best friend. I'm going job hunting with him tomorrow.
I had to give an affidavit in that stupid Paula Jones' case. What is she talking about? There are no distinguishing marks. And, by the way, I am way cuter than her. She looks like David Brenner in drag.
I've had it. I'm never going to be an intern again. I'm going back to Hollywood where they pay you for that kind of work.
Finally got home to L.A. and hugged Daddy so hard I thought I would pop. It's the first time in six months I called a man "daddy" that I was actually related to.
It is so totally fabulous being back in Brentwood where they really understand me. O.J. stopped by-he said not to worry because, "If there's no spot on the dress, it's anybody's guess."
All my girlfriends are so jealous of all the attention I'm getting from Kenneth Starr. I think they have a subpoena envy. And Linda Tripp-I hate her. I'm thinking of selling a Linda Doll. You wind it up and it stabs a Barbie Doll in the back.
Got to remember to tell Bubba-cakes my totally do-able solution to this whole wacky Iraqi crisis. He forgets that I worked at the Pentagaon. Just have Vernon Jordan get Saddam Whatsisname a job at Revlon. (Like, really, it's a no brainer!)
They keep asking me if I had sexual relations with the President. I mean, give me a break. That is so crazy. I mean, just because every day, when I worked at the White House, his name was at the top of my "To Do" list.
Sometimes I wish some of the other girls who were in my position would stand up and be counted. But they might hit their heads on the President's desk if they did.
They keep talking about immunity... like I caught something from the President or something. The truth is, there was always a secret service man outside the Oval Office protecting us. Now, that's what I call safe sex!
Omigod. Mom and I are both going to the grand jury. What is that about anyway? Sounds like some big hotel. Anyway, I guess I shouldn't have told mom about taking dictation in the Oval Office. Me and my big mouth!
I'm not really worried. I've got offers to do some really cool movies that are going straight to video and starring me! The Full Monica, a sequel to In And Out, A Pack-O-Lips Now, Wag the Willy and my most favorite: Good Bill Humping. I hope Spielberg will direct.
This 'culinary' joke came from Brian Myers. Thanks Brian :)
This woman could never get her husband to do anything around the house. He would come home from work, sit in front of the tv, eat dinner, and sit some more--would never do those little household repairs that most
husbands take care of. This frustrated the woman quite a bit.
One day the toilet stopped up. When her husband got home, she said sweetly, "Honey, the toilet is clogged. Would you look at it?" Her husband snarled, "What do I look like? The tidy-bowl man?" and sat down on the sofa.
The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn't work. When her husband got home, she said, very nicely, "Honey, the disposal won't work. Would you try to fix it for me?"
Once again, he growled, "What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?" The next day, the washing machine was on the blink. When her husband got home, she steeled her courage and said, "Honey, the washer isn't running. Would you check on it?"
And again was met with a snarl, "What do I look like? The Maytag repairman?" Finally, she had had enough. The next morning, the woman called three repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the
washer. When her husband got home, she said, "Honey, I had the repairmen out today." He frowned, "Well, how much is that going to cost?"
"Well, honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake or having sex with them."
"Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?" he asked.
She smiled. "What do I look like? Betty Crocker?"
This guy comes into a bar, says to the bartender "I'll bet you $200 that I can piss directly into a shotglass 10 feet away, without spilling anything".
The bartender grins, says "You're on." He places the shotglass 10 feet away, then says "Go ahead." The guy pisses all over the bar, everywhere except the cup, then grins and says "You win. I'll get you're money, just a minute."
He goes to the back of the room for a minute, talks to someone, then comes back to the bartender, grinning.
"Here's your money," he said. The bartender asks "You just lost 200 dollars, what makes you so happy??".
He replies "I bet the guy in the back 500 dollars that I could piss all over the bar and that not only would you not mind, but you'd be happy about it."
A doctor on his rounds in a mental hospital sees a couple of patients behaving rather strangely. The first man is sitting on the edge of his bed clutching an imaginary steering wheel and making loud noises not unlike a Kenworth.. VRROOOOM, VRRROOOOMM... SCREEEECH..... "What are you doing?" enquires the doctor. "I'm taking this road train down to Barcelona," replies the ex-trucker.
Somewhat taken aback but not to be put off the doctor moves on to the next bed where he can see some very energetic activity going on underneath the covers. On pulling them back he finds a man totally naked face down into the mattress. "And what are you doing?" asks the doctor, a little perplexed.
"Well," pants the man, "While he's in Barcelona, I'm screwing his wife."
A man goes to the doctor with a long history of migraine headaches. When the doctor does his history and physical, he discovers that the poor guy has tried practically every therapy known to man for his migraines and still there is no improvement.
"Listen," says the doc, "I have migraines, too and the advice I'm going to give you isn't really anything I learned in medical school, but it's advice that I've gotten from my own experience. When I have a migraine, I go home, get in a nice hot bathtub, and soak for a while. Then I have my wife sponge me off with the hottest water I can stand, especially around the forehead. This helps a little. Then I get out of the tub, take her into the bedroom, and even if my head is killing me, I force myself to have sex with her. Almost always, the headache is immediately gone. Now, give it a try, and come back and see me in six weeks."
Six weeks later, the patient returns with a big grin. "Doc! I took your advice and it works! It REALLY WORKS! I've had migraines for 17 years and this is the FIRST time anyone has ever helped me!"
"Well," says the physician, "I'm glad I could help."
"By the way, Doc," the patient adds, "You have a REALLY nice house."
The year is 2222 and Mike and Maureen land on Mars after accumulating enough frequent flier miles. They meet a Martian couple and are talking about all sorts of things. Mike asks if Mars has a stock market, if
they have laptop computers, how they make money, etc. Finally, Maureen bring up the subject of sex.
"Just how do you guys do it?" asks Maureen. "Pretty much the way you do," responds the Martian.
Discussion ensues and finally the couples decide to swap partners for the night and experience one another. Maureen and the male Martian go off to a bedroom where the Martian strips. He's got only a teeny, weeny member - about half an inch long and just a quarter inch thick.
"I don't think this is going to work," says Maureen.
"Why?" he asks, "What's the matter?"
"Well," she replies, "It's just not long enough to reach me!"
"No problem," he says, and proceeds to slap his forehead with his palm. With each slap of his forehead, his member grows until it's quite impressively long.
"Well," she says, "That's quite impressive, but it's still pretty narrow...." "No problem," he says, and starts pulling his ears. With each pull, his member grows wider and wider until the entire measurement is extremely exciting to the woman.
"Wow!" she exclaims, as they fell into bed and made mad, passionate love.
The next day the couples rejoin their normal partners and go their separate ways.
As they walk along, Mike asks "Well, was it any good?"
"I hate to say it," says Maureen, "but it was pretty wonderful. How about you?"
"It was horrible," he replies, "All I got was a headache. All she kept doing the whole time was slapping my forehead and pulling my ears."
Little girl asked her Mom, "Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?"
Mom says, "No, because the dog is in heat."
"What's that mean?" asked the child.
"Go ask your Father. I think he's in the garage."
Little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, can I take Susie for a walk around the block. I asked Mom but she said the dog was in heat and that I should ask you."
Dad said, "Bring Susie over here". He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's butt with it and said, "Ok, you can go now but keep Susie on the leash and only go one time around the block."
Little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Dad said, "Where's Susie?"
Little girl said, "Susie ran out of gas about halfway down the block and there's another dog pushing her home."
After having their 11th child, a redneck couple decided that was enough. They could not afford a larger double-wide so, the husband went to his doctor, who also treated mules, and told him that he and his wife/cousin didn't want to have any more children. The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem. The doctor instructed him to go home, get a cherry bomb (small fireworks), light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to his ear and count to 10. The redneck said to the doctor, "I may not be the smartest man but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me."
So, the couple drove to get a second opinion. The second doctor was just about to tell them about the medical procedure for a vasectomy when he realized how truly backwards these people were. This doctor instead told the man to go home and get a cherry bomb, light it, place it in a beer can, hold it to his ear and count to 10.
Figuring that both physicians couldn't be wrong, the man went home, lit a cherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5.... ", at which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs and resumed counting on his other hand.
This collection came from Don Chesnel. Thanks Don :)
Our sex was so good, even the neighbors had a cigarette. |
If you smoke after sex, you're doing it too fast. |
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. |
If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic. |
We are Microsoft. Resistance is Futile. You will be Assimilated. |
Jesus is coming - everyone look busy. |
Born free........Taxed to death. |
The more people I meet, the more I like my dog. |
A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited inventory. |
There's too much blood in my alcohol system. |
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke. |
Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive. |
WANTED: Meaningful Overnight Relationship. |
BEER: It's not just for breakfast anymore. |
You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me. |
I got a gun for my wife.....Best trade I ever made! |
Jesus may love you....but he won't respect you in the morning. |
So you're a feminist - isn't that cute? |
Anyone can give up smoking, but it takes a real man to face cancer. |
I need someone really bad.....Are you really bad? |
If, a two letter word for futility. |
I don't care, I don't have to. |
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. |
Earth is the insane asylum for the universe. |
To all you virgins out there....Thanks for nothing. |
We'll start the New Year with bunch of computer jokes. The following usefull dictionary came from AudWill@aol.com. Thanks AudWill :)
TO MY DARLING HUSBAND,
I am sending you this letter via the BB thing so you'll be sure to read it. Please excuse the deception but I thought you should know what's been going on at home since the computer entered our lives TWO YEARS AGO. The children are doing well. Tommy is 7 now and is a bright, handsome boy. He has developed quite an interest in the arts. He drew a family portrait for a school project and all the figures are good and the back of your head looks very realistic.
Little Jennifer turned 3 in September. She still remembers that you spent the whole afternoon with us on her birthday. It was a grand day for Jenny despite the strong storm and the fact that the electricity was out all afternoon. I am doing well. I went blonde about a year ago and discovered blondes really do have more fun.
George..uh, I mean Mr. Wilson the Department Head..has taken an interest in my career and has become a good friend to all of us. Well, my dear I must be going. George..uh, I mean Mr. Wilson..is taking us all on a ski trip and there is packing to do. I hired a housekeeper to take care of things while I'm away. She'll keep things in order, fill your coffee cup and bring your meals to your desk just the way you like it. I hope you and the computer have a lovely time while we are gone. We will all think of you often. Try to remember us while your disks are booting.
This collection came from the lawyer's lover ;) -- R.C. Ogden. Thanks R.C. :)
What do you call a lawyer with an I. Q. of 50?
Your honor.
This joke was came from Jon. Thanks Jon :)
In the beginning there was a plan. Then came the assumptions. The plan was without substance. The assumptions were without form. Darkness was upon the face of the workers.
And they spoke amongst themselves saying: "It is a crock of shit and it stinketh!"
And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said: "It is a pail of dung and none may abide the odour thereof!"
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying: "It is a container of excrement and it is very strong, Such that none may abide by it!"
And the Managers went unto the Management Committee saying: "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength!"
And the Management Committee spoke amongst itself saying unto one another: "It contains that which aids plant growth and it is very strong!"
And the Management Committee gave counsel unto the Vice Presidents saying unto them: "It promotes growth and it is very powerful!"
And the Vice Presidents went unto the President saying unto him: "This new plan will activily promote the growth and vigour of the company with powerful effects!"
And the President looked upon the plan and saw that it was good. And so the plan became policy.
And that's how shit happens.
One day at a busy airport, the passengers on a commercial airliner are seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up so they can get under way.
The pilot and co-pilot finally appear in the rear of the plane, and begin walking up to the cockpit through the center aisle. Both appear to be blind. The pilot is using a white cane, bumping into passengers right
and left as he stumbles down the aisle, and the co-pilot is using a guide dog. Both have their eyes covered with huge sunglasses.
At first the passengers do not react; thinking that it must be some sort of practical joke. However, after a few minutes the engines start spooling up and the airplane starts moving down the runway.
The passengers look at each other with some uneasiness, whispering among themselves and looking desperately to the stewardesses for reassurance. Then the airplane starts accelerating rapidly and people begin panicking. Some passengers are praying, and as the plane gets closer and closer to the end of the runway, the voices are becoming more and more hysterical.
Finally, when the airplane has less than 20 feet of runway left, there is a sudden change in the pitch of the shouts as everyone screams at once, and at the very last moment the airplane lifts off and is airborne.
Up in the cockpit, the co-pilot breathes a sigh of relief and turns to the Captain, "You know, one of these days the passengers aren't going to scream and we're gonna get killed!"
You want to slap the next person who says, "Must be nice to have all your holidays and summers free."
You can tell it's a full moon without ever looking outside.
You believe "shallow gene pool" should have it's own box on the report card.
When out in public, you feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behavior.
When you mention "vegetables" and you're not talking about a food group.
You think people should be required to get a government permit before being allowed to reproduce.
You wonder how some parents ever MANAGED to reproduce.
You can't have children of your own, because there is NO name you could give a child that wouldn't bring on high blood pressure the moment you heard it.
Meeting a child's parents INSTANTLY answers the question, "Why is this kid like this?"
SYMPTOM | FAULT | ACTION |
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Feet cold and wet | Glass being held at incorrect angle | Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling |
Feet warm and wet | Improper bladder control | Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house training |
Beer unusually pale and tasteless | Glass empty | Get someone to buy you another beer |
Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights | You have fallen over backward | Have yourself leashed to bar |
Mouth contains cigarette butts | You have fallen forward | See above |
Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet | Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face | Retire to restroom, practice in mirror |
Floor blurred | You are looking through bottom of empty glass | Get someone to buy you another beer |
Floor moving | You are being carried out | Find out if you are being taken to another bar |
Room seems unusually dark | Bar has closed | Confirm home address with bartender |
Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures | Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations | Cover mouth |
One day a bachelor who was a poor tipper walked into his favorite restaurant and ordered lunch.
A new waitress served his meal and received a three cent tip.
When he came in the next day, she thanked him for his "generosity" and she said she could tell the character of a diner by the way he tipped.
"Well, what could you tell about me?" he asked.
"You put three pennies in a neat row," said the waitress, "and that shows you are a very tidy person. The first penny tells me you are a frugal, and the second tells me that you are a bachelor."
"That's true," he agreed. "But what does the third penny tell you?"
"The third penny tells me your Father was a bachelor, too."
A Japanese company and a California company decided to have a canoe race on the Columbia river. Both teams practiced hard and long to reach their peak performance before the race.
On the big day, the Japanese won by a mile.
Afterwards, the California team became very discouraged and depressed. The management of the California company decided that the reason for the crushing defeat had to be found. A "Measurement Team," made up of senior management was formed to investigate and recommend appropriate action.
Their conclusion was that the Japanese had 8 people rowing and 1 person steering, while the Californians had 1 person rowing and 8 people steering.
So the management of the California company hired a consulting company and paid them incredible amounts of money. They advised that too many people were steering the boat and not enough people were rowing.
To prevent losing to the Japanese again next year, the rowing team's management structure was totally reorganized to 4 steering supervisors, 3 area steering superintendents and 1 assistant superintendent steering manager. They also implemented a new performance system that would give the 1 person rowing the boat greater incentive to work harder. It was called the "Rowing Team Quality First Program," with meetings, dinners and free pens for the rower. "We must give the rower empowerment and enrichment through this quality program."
The next year the Japanese won by 2 miles. Humiliated, the management of California company laid off the rower for poor performance, halted development of a new canoe, sold the paddles and canceled all capital
investments for new equipment. Then they used the money saved by giving a High Performance Award to the steering managers and distributed the rest of the money as bonuses to the senior executives.
This joke was came from James R. Muller. Thanks James :)
A few days later a police officer came in. "How much do I owe you?" the cop asked after his haircut. "No charge, officer," the barber answered. "I consider it a service to my community." The next morning the barber found a dozen doughnuts on the stoop along with a thank you note from
the police officer.
A few days after that, a Senator walked in for a haircut. "How much do I owe you?" he asked afterward. "No charge," the barber replied. "I consider it a service to my country." The next morning when he arrived at the shop, the barber found a dozen Senators waiting on the stoop.
And the number 1 thing overheard coming from the oval Office...
An official Gallup survey polled over 1000 women with the question:
Would you sleep with Bill Clinton?
97% gave the reply, "Never Again!"
Mr. Bush steps up to the microphone and says, "After seeing that movie, I wish that I had more HEART; I would have been a kinder, gentler President."
Ex-VP Quayle steps up to the microphone and says, "I wish that I had more COURAGE; I probably would have been a better Vice President."
President Clinton steps up to the microphone: "I wish I'd had Dorothy!"
The Americans and Russians at the height of the arms race realized that if they continued in the usual manner they were going to blow up the whole world.
One day they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with one dog fight. They'd have five years to breed the best fighting dog in the world and which ever side's dog won would be entitled to dominate the world. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.
The Russians found the biggest meanest Doberman and Rottweiler bitches in the world and bred them with the biggest meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from each litter, killed his siblings, and gave him all the milk. They used steroids and trainers and after five years came up with the biggest meanest dog the world had ever seen.
Its cage needed steel bars that were five inches thick and nobody could get near it. When the day came for the dog fight, the Americans showed up with a strange animal. It was a nine foot long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for the Americans because they knew there was no way that this dog could possibly last ten seconds with the Russian dog.
When the cages were opened up, the Dachshund came out of it's cage and slowly waddled over towards the Russian dog. The Russian dog snarled and leaped out of it's cage and charged the American dachshund. But, when it got close enough to bite the Dachshund's neck, the Dachshund opened it's mouth and consumed the Russian dog in one bite. There was nothing left at all of the Russian dog.
The Russians came up to the Americans shaking their heads in disbelief. "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best people working for five years with the meanest Doberman and Rottweiler bitches in the world and the biggest meanest Siberian wolves."
"That's nothing", an American replied. "We had our best plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a Dachshund."
Thank you for calling the White House. You have reached the White House voice mail system. No one is available to take your call at this time because the entire administration is out to lunch. Please follow these instructions carefully to leave your message. When you are finished, don't hang up until the FBI finishes tracing the call. Have a nice day.
This one is a classic and came from Les Pourciau. Thanks Les:)
"Life begins," said the priest, "at the moment of fertilization. That is when God instills the spark of life into the fetus."
"We believe," said the minister, "that life begins at birth, because that is when the baby becomes an individual and is capable of making its own decisions and must learn about sin."
"You've both got it wrong," said the rabbi. "Life begins when the dog dies and the children have graduated from college and moved out of the house..."
The crowd falls into an expectant silence.
"One of you, my faithful followers, has been saying that I am a member of the Klu Klux Klan. This is not true! I am now asking that the guilty party confess and apologize here before my flock."
Just then Sister Margaret stands up, "Preacher, I don't know how this came to be. All I said was that you're a wizard under the sheets."
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