Smiles for Theresa Tooley

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST,Peter Laban
Date: 02 Jan 10 - 11:56 AM

Obit

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 02 Jan 10 - 10:57 AM

Happy New Year, Theresa.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 23 Dec 09 - 09:06 PM

Oh my!
Merry Christmas!
LOL

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: bradfordian
Date: 23 Dec 09 - 05:24 PM

A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there are three kinds of Boobs:
In her 20's, a woman's are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions'.
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them and they make you cry.'
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said,
'Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?.
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, 'Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In his 20's, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the root's dead and the balls are just for decoration.'

Hmmmmmmmm!

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Folkiedave
Date: 22 Dec 09 - 05:59 PM

A party of school children are visiting a church. As they go up into the bell-tower it strikes on and the bell hits a child and knocks him out.

The vicar rushes up to the teacher. "Who is he", he asks? "Not sure" says the teacher, "But his face rings a bell".

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SussexCarole
Date: 22 Dec 09 - 05:09 PM

Hope you're reading all these smiles from your new laptop Theresa

Carole xxxx

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 21 Dec 09 - 09:55 AM

"Without question, the greatest invention in the
history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the
wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does
not go nearly as well with pizza."
~ Dave Barry

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Dec 09 - 11:07 AM

LOL
That's funny.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Big Mick
Date: 18 Dec 09 - 10:44 AM

What do you call a woman on the arm of a banjo player?
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Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Dec 09 - 10:39 AM

Cannot believe I am resorting to banjp player jokes...

What do you say to a banjo player in a three-piece suit?

"Will the defendant please rise?"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 18 Dec 09 - 10:36 AM

What did the banjo player get on his IQ test?







keep scrolling.....










Drool.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST,badgerbiker
Date: 15 Dec 09 - 09:09 AM

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, 'Jesus knows you're here.'He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard 'Jesus is watching you.'Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot. 'Yep', the parrot confessed, then squawked, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he is watching you.'The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me, huh? Who in the hell are you?''Moses,' replied the bird.
'Moses?' the burglar laughed. 'What kind of people would name a bird Moses?'
'The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler Jesus.'

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: kendall
Date: 15 Dec 09 - 08:47 AM

SINSULL, Manger!

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 15 Dec 09 - 08:17 AM

Just gave out my Christmas card. It pictures a very angry Virgin Mary snarling at JC as he walks in the door with a gust of wind and snow behind him. He is of course all saintly. Says she: "Jesus Christ! Shut the damn door! Were you born in a barn?"

Says it all...ho ho ho.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 14 Dec 09 - 11:29 AM

Why did the snowman get kicked out of the grocery store?


He was caught picking his nose in the carrot bin.



Sorry...

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Gweltas
Date: 13 Dec 09 - 02:54 AM

Another one for Theresa.....

       A Guide to Ireland, but only for the bravehearted...

This Special Guide sheds light on the world of Irish politics.

Good morning, tourists. Thank you for visiting our wonderful country.
Political information has not been included in your brochures, so here to help you understand us better is a special guided tour of Irish politics.

Ireland is an island to the west of Britain, but Northern Ireland is just off the mainland – not the Irish mainland, the British mainland.
(Look, if you wanted a region where politics are easier to understand, you should have gone to the Balkans.)

Now pay attention, please! The capital of Ireland is Dublin.
It has a population of a million people, all of whom will be shopping in Newry this afternoon. They travel to Newry because it is in the North, which is not part of Ireland. Under the Irish constitution, the North used to be part of Ireland, but a successful 30-year campaign of violence for Irish unity ensured that it is now definitely in the UK.
Had the campaign lasted longer the North might now be in France.

Belfast is the capital of Northern Ireland. It has a population of half a million, half of whom have houses in Donegal.
Donegal is in the north, but not in the North. It is in the South.
No, not the south, the South. (Those who cannot follow this might like to go off to the Giant's Causeway instead. You cannot miss it... it is near a car park.)

There are two parliaments in Ireland. The Dublin parliament is called the Dáil, an Irish word meaning a place where banks receive taxpayers' money. The parliament in Belfast is called Stormont, an Anglo-Saxon word meaning placebo, or deliberately ineffective drug.

Their respective jurisdictions are defined by the Border, an imaginary line on the map to show fuel launderers where to dump chemical waste. (Note for Americans tracing their ancestors – fuel launderers are descendants of one branch of the ancient Irish tribe known as Na Níteoirí [launderers]. They are found today, mainly near the Border. The other branch of the family, money launderers, are found all over Ireland. It was Na Níteoirí Ola who composed the ancient Irish air, "I love the smell of freshly laundered diesel in the morning.") Protestants are in favour of the Border, which generates millions of pounds in smuggling for Catholics, who are opposed to it. (Note for Germans learning English – a cross-border body is an organisation, not a Sinn Féin minister who travels frequently between Belfast and Dublin. It should not be confused with a cross border-body, which is a grumpy person in Strabane.)

Travel between the two states is complicated because Ireland is the only country in the world with two M1 motorways. The one in the North goes west to avoid the south and the one in the South goes north to avoid the price of drink.

We have two types of democracy in Ireland. Dublin democracy works by holding a referendum and then allowing the government to judge the result. If the government thinks the result is wrong, the referendum is held again. Twice in recent years the government decided the people's choice was wrong and ordered a new referendum. (Note to visitors from North Korea – we told you that you would feel at home in Ireland.) Belfast democracy works differently. It has a parliament with no opposition, so the government is always right. This system generates envy in many world capitals, especially Dublin.

Ireland has three economies – northern, southern and black. Only the black economy is in the black. The other two are in the red.

All IRAs claim to be "the real IRA", but only ONE of them is the REAL IRA. The North's biggest industry is the production of IRAs. We now have the Provisional, Continuity and Real IRAs. The Real IRA is by far the most popular among young graffiti writers because it is the easiest to spell. (Literacy levels are improving. Department of Education inspectors report that every Catholic child at Key Stage 2 can now spell IRA.)

So now the rest of you want to go to the Giant's Causeway as well? Fine, but before you go, did you know that the causeway was an attempt in the Tertiary geological period to build an interpretative centre, but the developer ran out of political connections?
Oh dear, they appear to have gone – which shows that politicians may advocate tourism, but the systems and society they have produced do little to encourage it.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: katlaughing
Date: 12 Dec 09 - 09:34 PM

A new homeowner is standing out in his front yard looking up at his roof. A fellow walks by, stops, and also looks at his roof. He says, "Got that roof for free?"

The homeowner replied:






























"It was on the house."

(another oldie!)

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: kendall
Date: 12 Dec 09 - 08:50 PM

Sinsull suggesteed this one:

During WW2 there was an American GI on a train from London to his unit. He'd spent the weekend in London and was quite "Shagged out after a long squawk". Looking for a seat he noticed one beside an old woman with a little dog on the seat beside her. He said "Madam would you mind moving your dog please"? She replied, "Yes, I'd mind you bloody Yank! You are all so pushy, bugger off."

Not being up for a fight, he went looking for another seat. There were none, the train was loaded. Back he came and said, "Madam, there are no other seats, please put the dog in your lap." She replied, "I said, that seat is occupied by my little Fifi, you damn yanks are all alike now push off." There was an old man in the seat just ahead and he had turned slightly to hear the row, and as he did the GI grabbed the dog, opened the window and chucked it off the train! Well, she went ballistic, yelled at the yank and the old man who had now turned completely around and she said, "Did you see what that bloody yank did"? The old man said, "Yes, and you are right, they are all the same, they eat with the wrong hand, they drive on the wrong side of the road, and that one just threw the wrong bitch off the train."

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 12 Dec 09 - 12:33 PM

An oldie but a goodie:
A priest is walking down the street one day when he notices a very small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street.
However, the boy is very small and the doorbell is too high for him to reach.
After watching the boy's efforts for some time, the priest moves closer to the boy's position.
He steps smartly across the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child's shoulder leans over and gives the doorbell a sold ring.
Crouching down to the child's level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what, my little man?"
To which the boy replies, "Now we run!"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Willa
Date: 11 Dec 09 - 04:11 PM

Unnamed guest at 8.28 was me. Don't know when I lost my cookie!

Have logged in again.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST
Date: 11 Dec 09 - 04:09 PM

Unnamed guest at 8.28 was me. Don't know when I lost my cookie!

Willa

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 11 Dec 09 - 09:13 AM

GROANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST,Charmion's brother Andrew
Date: 11 Dec 09 - 08:04 AM

Siamese twins walk into a pub in Toronto and park themselves on a bar stool.

One of them says to the bartender, 'Don't mind us, we're joined at the hip. I'm John, he's Jim. Two draft beers, please, Molson Canadian'.

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers.

'Been on holiday yet, boys?'

'Off to England next month,' says John. 'We go to England every year and hire a car and drive around for miles, don't we, Jim?'

Jim agrees.

'Ah, England !' says the bartender 'Wonderful country... the history, the beer, the culture...'

'Nah, we don't like that British crap,' says John. 'Hamburgers & Molsons beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't stand the English - they can be so arrogant.'

'So why keep going to England?' asks the bartender.




[Wait for it.]








'It's the only chance Jim gets to drive.'

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 10 Dec 09 - 09:43 AM

Another duck joke:
A man walks into a bar and notices his friend sitting alone staring at a tiny man on the table playing the piano.
"Wow, look how small he is, where did you get him?!" Says the man.
"Oh, well there's this genie round the back of bar, and he grants you whatever wish you want."
Sure enough, the man goes round the back of the bar and there sits a genie.
"You grant wishes right?"
"Yes." replies the genie.
"Hmm, I'd like a million bucks."
Then, out of nowhere, a million ducks appear, and waddle behind the annoyed man as he goes back into the bar.
"Look, that genie gave me ducks instead of bucks!"
His friends sitting at the table replies,
"Well yeah, do you really think I asked for a twelve inch pianist?"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST,Noreen
Date: 10 Dec 09 - 08:26 AM

A white horse walked into a bar.
The landlord greeted him cordially, sayng:

"Well hello there! We have a whisky here named after you!"

To which the horse replied: "What, Eric?!"

:0)


Hi, Theresa!
Nx

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler
Date: 09 Dec 09 - 09:04 AM

Just to add a bit of musical note.

The history of hair-style fashions has been the inspiration for several songs, and one has been revealed in the recent re-discovery of a Victorian news-report concerning a near public riot.

Apparently a gentleman had arrived in the north-west of England purporting to be from Paris and had set up a new salon. He was advertising a new process for creating a permanent wave hair-style. The method then current to produce the permanent wave was lengthy, involved several washes of the hair at different temperatures, the theory being that the hair was alternately made supple and brittle, and finishing with a prolonged brushing using an elaborately shaped brush made from specially prepared sheep's wool.
The new process dispensed with most of this elaborate procedure and used a small amount of crushed ice shaken onto the head to prepare the hair, followed by the use of a normal comb to put the hair into the desired position.
The news report concerned an excited mob of potential customers who had gathered outside the new salon chanting "Comb, comb, comb and shake ice at me. Down with the old woollen brush".

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST
Date: 09 Dec 09 - 08:28 AM

They've invented a new express stair lift; it gets you to the top before you forgot what you're going for!

Much love, Theresa

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Steve Howlett
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 04:13 PM

Boots are selling a "Festive Tampon" with tinsel on the end.


















But it's only available for the Christmas period.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: catspaw49
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 02:56 PM

So........This guy I knew was planning a trip across the desert and he goes to the Hertz Rent-A-Camel joint and tells them he wants to rent one. The Hertz guy asks if he wants a 7 day or a 14 day camel. Well, the trip is for 16 days and the fellow can't figure out a way to shorten it. After much cajoling, the Hertz guy says, "Okay...Okay...I'll see what I can do."

He walks over and selects a large 14 day camel and sticks its head in the water trough. As the camel is drinking, he goes into the Hertz Kiosk and returns with two bricks. The camel is almost full and ready to take its last slurp when the Hertz guy walks behind it. Then, with a powerful swing, he claps the 2 bricks together, smashing the camel's nuts in between. The camel goes 'SSLLLLLUUUOOOORRRRPPPSSSSHHH', and sucks up a ton more water. The Hertz guy walks around to the front and says, "There ya' go pal. That oughta' do it."

My traveller friend is appalled. "JESUS CHRIST MAN!!!!!! Doesn't that HURT???"...to which the Hertz guy replies,

"Nah........Not if you keep your thumbs out of the way."


Spaw

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 08:37 AM

This will make you smile:
http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/story.php?id=300960&a

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 08:12 AM

One of my favorites:
The Twelve Days Of Christmas



Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 14, 1986


My Darling,

I went to the door today and the postman delivered a "Partridge in a pear tree." What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more surprised. You're an angel.

With all my love and devotion,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 15, 1986


Darling,

Today, the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine "Two turtle doves." I'm delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are adorable and I love you for them.

All my love,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 16, 1986


Dear Fred,

Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one? Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity as "Three French hens." They are just darling but I must insist, you've been too kind.

Love,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 17, 1986


Dear Fred,

Today the postman delivered "Four calling birds." Now really, they are beautiful but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic.

Affectionately,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 18, 1986


Dearest Fred,

What a surprise! The postman just delivered the "Five golden rings"; one for every finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.

All my love,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 19, 1986


Dear Fred,

I couldn't believe my eyes this morning as I walked out onto the front porch and there were "Six geese a laying" on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again - huh? Those geese are huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. I love your thoughtfulness, but -

Please Stop!

Cordially,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 20, 1986


Fred,

What's with you and those fucking birds??? Today I received "Seven swans a swimming." What kind of a goddamn joke is this? These birds shit all over the house and they never stop with that awful goddamn racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck.

Stop your laughing damn you! It's not funny. Just knock it off with those fucking birds, OK?????

Sincerely,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 21, 1986


OK Buster,

I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with "Eight maids a milking??" It's not enough with all those birds and the 8 maids milking, but they had to bring their goddamn cows! There is shit all over the lawn and I can't even move in my own house. Just lay off me, smartass!!

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 22, 1986


Hey Shithead,

What are you??? Some kind of sadist??? Now I've got "Nine pipers playing" and Christ do they play! They haven't stopped chasing those maids since they've arrived this morning. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over the screeching fucking birds. What the hell am I going to do?? The neighbors have already started a petition to have me evicted.

You'll get yours, bastard,

Agnes



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 23, 1986


You Rotten Prick,

Who in hell needs "Ten ladies dancing??" I can't imagine why I call these sluts "ladies." They've been balling the pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and all the goddamn racket around here has given them diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit! The Commisioner of Bldgs. has subpoenaed me to give cause why the building should not be condemned!

I'm sicking the police on you, asshole!

One who means it!!!



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Miss Agnes McHolstein
69 Cash Ave.
Beaver Valley, CO
Dec. 24, 1986


Listen Fuckhead,

What's with the "Eleven lords a leaping" on those maids and ladies??? Some of these poor broads will never walk again. The pipers ravaged the maids, gang-banged the ladies, and now are committing sodomy on the cows. All 23 birds are dead. They were trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten vicious bastard!

I hate your guts, dumbshit,

Agnes



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Law Offices
Badger, Bender & Cahole
303 Knave Street
Chicago, IL
December 26, 1986


Dear Sir:

This is to acknowledge your latest gift "Twelve fiddlers fiddling" which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein. As you no doubt have guessed, the destruction of her property was total. You are advised that all future correspondence with our client should be cleared through this office.

I feel compelled to warn you that if you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants of that institution have instructions to shoot you on sight. With this letter please find attached a warrant for your arrest.

Season's Greetings,

J. Frank Cahole Attorney

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 08:11 AM

An MG Midget pulled alongside a Rolls-Royce at a traffic light. "Do you have a car phone?" its driver asked the guy in the Rolls.

"Of course I do," replied the haughty deluxe-car driver.

"Well, do you have a fax machine?"

The driver in the Rolls sighed. "I have that too."

"Then do you have a double bed in the back?" the Midget driver wanted to know.

Ashen-faced, the Rolls driver sped off. That afternoon, he had a mechanic install a double bed in his auto.

A week later, the Rolls driver passes the same MG Midget, which is parked on the side of the road--back windows fogged up and steam pouring out. The arrogant driver pulls over, gets out of the Rolls and bangs on the Midget's back window until the driver sticks his head out. "I want you to know that I had a double bed installed," brags the Rolls driver.

The Midget driver is unimpressed. "You got me out of the shower to tell me that?"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 08:00 AM

Janie! CELLAR!

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: open mike
Date: 08 Dec 09 - 12:41 AM

http://www.tac.tv/the_martians_vid563
my british friend showed me these cartoons..
very interesting animation...real eyes and lips..

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Janie
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 09:42 PM

Two of Jim Comstock's stories from the collection "Best of Hillbilly."

   
                                       It Took All the Fun Out of Burnin' the Mortage

One evening a mountain farmer and his wife were sitting on the porch, and he said to her that he had some news to tell her. She said what was it, and he said, "Ma, I've paid the last payment on the farm and just struck a a match to the mortgage to light my pipe. This is all our'n now. Everytime we sell a pig or some eggs, the is our'n, not the bank's. It's a grand and glorious feelin', ain't it?" But his wife was silent and looked sad, and he asked her what ailed her. "Oh, Pa," she sighed, "it's just we have all this, and there's our two daughters a-layin' out there in the cemetary." The man looked sad, too, and just stared down at the floor. "I know it, Ma," he said. "And I know I oughtn't say it, but to tell you the truth, sometimes I'd a heap rather they was dead."


                                                         Nothing To It

Every day for a month old Doc Hyer had been delivering babies all over Nicholas and Webster Counties. Every time the asked the poor girl who it was it turned out to be Morty Martin. It made old Doc Hyer mad. And then when Widow Wilson had triplets and her daughter had twins, Doc hunted Morty down to have it out with him. He cussed him for a while and then said, "Great balls of fire man, hou could you do such a thing:" Morty said shucks, it wasn't nothing, he just got him a bicycle.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 09:13 PM

Ouch!

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: GUEST,Dani
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 09:12 PM

In case you missed my new favorite from the Knock-Knock thread:

Knock Knock:

Who's there?

Control Freak, ok, now you say "Control Freak Who!"

Dani

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: catspaw49
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 08:46 PM

Sorry I wasn't back Sins but I see you got it and I hope Theresa isn't bored to death as Carole asked for "short" things. But if its long than it oughta' be better than CLetus and at least educational!

So can't we make this thread a bit more music related and educational? I've just been researching some info for one of our "Origin" threads, specifically the one about the song "Ode to Billie Joe." It is of particular interest since the Obama election showing the amount of change we've seen......finally! So at least let me preview it here and some of you can critique it before I move it to the thread. Plus it adds some music to keep it in the MUSIC section!

The story of Billie Joe is based in truth but stylized to some degree. It is an old story, dating back to the the late 40's when the only daughter of John Hatch, a Mississippi Klansman of some note, was in love with the first black attorney in the state. Jubilee Simmons was the grandson of slaves and his parents had named him Jubilee because they had both been members of the famous Fisk Jubilee Singers, where they had actually first met and fallen in love. He had gone to law school at the University of Chicago and returned to his family's home state of Mississippi, taking up residence in Carroll county in 1948.

Klansman John Hatch's daughter was known to be a bit wild and young Kelli had already incurred her father's wrath on numerous occasions. Kelli was living with two other 22 year old women in the small town of Campton, Mississippi when she met and began dating Simmons. Her father learned of it a few weeks later and came into town drunk with some Klan buddies to hunt down and kill Simmons. Simmons law offices were across from the county courthouse and through an open window he could hear the drunken invectives hurled his way from across the square. He slipped out a back door and went to Kelli's house to take her away and save them both from the murderous rancor of her father and his equally violent "brethren."

Not finding Jubilee in his office the Klansmen split up to search for him and John Hatch went to his daughter's, presumably to beat her or possibly (and probably) worse. He arrived before the pair had left and headed in the back porch door adjoining the kitchen. Seeing him coming, Simmons grabbed a kitchen knife and jumped atop the counter and then onto the top of the refrigerator that stood by the door. As John Hatch passed, he didn't notice Simmons who then jumped him safely from behind and in the ensuing struggle, Hatch was stabbed with the knife. The lovers bagged his body and threw it off the bridge on their way out of town. They were on their way to Chicago when they were arrested in Clarksville, Tennessee and returned for trial in Mississippi. Jubilee represented both and thanks to the testimony of one of the roommates and Mrs. Hatch, the wife of the deceased and Kelli's mother, who had suffered abuse for years at the hands of her husband, both were acquitted and moved to Chicago where he established a moderately successful practice on the south side.

An original song about this was written in 1954 by a man named Wallace Adams and differed some from the later recorded version by Bobbi Gentry. The original song told the story as it was, but owing to legal considerations, the Gentry version was the only one allowed to recorded. The original was titled, "The Day that Jubilee the Barrister Jumped Off of Kelli Hatch's Fridge."

So, uh............................well............................


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Okay....Sorry..............Told it 10 times before but I figure I can still hook someone.......

Spaw

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 05:06 PM

Gee Bill - where did your stuff grow during puberty?


I asked Spaw for this but he didn't respond so here you go:

I know many of you have read this before but every year as Christmas approaches I can't help but remember the first time I met Cletus, Paw, and Buford......

I had noticed an area on Rt. 664 just outside of our little village being carefully prepared and roped off as I drove by and every now and then there were these three guys working there, building a little shed and driving stakes into the ground about 6 feet apart. It finally dawned on me that they were getting ready to sell Christmas trees. Now I have always gotten ours from the same place for years, but the prices were getting pretty steep so I kept an eye out for new sources. The day they put up the lights, I stopped to see when they'd be bringing the trees in.

As I got out of the van I couldn't help but notice that these three, from all appearances, were a bit "down on their luck" and it made me want to help them out a bit. One of them, an angular and lean character came up to me and introduced himself as "Cletus." I asked about the trees and he was glad to tell me all about them in that way which I've since learned to interpret. There is, I now know, a sort of "Cletus-speak" that requires a certain knowledge of him that I didn't have then. At that time however all I could seem to understand was that they were "working on them."

These many years later, that kind of phrase would set off alarms, but I didn't know Cletus then so I thought it was just an odd hilljack way of phrasing things. Paw came over and I liked the old guy a lot right away. He said he'd seen me before and I remembered him as well......something about the sewage plant and the day it exploded. I couldn't place what it was that this guy had to do with it but the correlation seemed quite vivid. I shook his hand and he farted in return.

I had never met anyone who was quite so casual with flatulence. Paw used it almost as punctuation......."How ya' doin'?" (rriippp) "Purty day ain't she?" (bbraawwmmpp)..........Let's just say it took some getting used to and made it easy to understand why this old coot could probably not find gainful employment. But for all that, he was a friendly cuss who told me they called him Paw because he was from Paw-Paw, West Virginia. He pointed out the other fellow named Buford who was involved in extricating himself from a string of Christmas lights that seemed to have attacked him. Even from a distance, the unmistakable smell of Iron City brew was pretty strong. I figured he spilled about the same amount on himself as he drank and I later found this to be not only true, but the amounts involved were prodigious.

All in all, I couldn't help but like them even if they were, well, let's just call them odd and drop it right there. They told me the trees would be in and they'd be open for business on Friday at 6 PM. I left shaking my head at the idea of bringing Karen and the kids here with these guys to "pick out the tree" as was so traditional with our family, but what the hell? We could at least check them out.

On Friday afternoon Karen and I were going into Lancaster and as we passed by I pointed out the place, not that it was really necessary to point. I'd never seen anything quite so garish in my life but it was one of those gray Ohio days, very cold and occasionally spitting snow so perhaps it was the contrast......perhaps not. Karen was making comments about the place, but as we drove past we could both see the trees that were now in place. Surprisingly enough, they looked magnificent! All were very full and perfectly shaped and a greener bunch of Christmas trees I'd never seen. Even at 65 mph, Karen saw one on the far end of the first row that she said was absolutely "the one!" Since she and our kids were going to spend the night with Connie and go shopping on Saturday, I promised her I'd stop back and get the tree and forget the tradition for one year.

So on my return trip I looked at my watch and saw that I'd arrive about the time Cletus told me they would open and sure enough, I was the first one there. Cletus, Paw, and Buford, greeted me as a long lost friend. They were really in the Christmas Spirit and offered me some of their "spirits." Friends, there is 'Shine and then there is 'Shine and whatever it was they had in the Mason jars was not. I found out later that this was a homebrew of their own and made not from corn, but soybeans instead, and distilled through an old radiator off a Mack. Luckily I only tasted it, but that single gulp went down like a 4-stage rocket, taking my breath away, and immediately starting to bore a hole in my stomach. After the coughing subsided I gave them the common courtesy line you use upon tasting any 'Shine..........."Smooth!"

They were all adorned themselves with some of the seediest Santa hats I had ever seen and were ready for business. They said I was the first customer and I nodded appreciatively while glancing about at the trees. Even up at a closer viewing they seemed almost perfectly formed and beautifully green and I thought the light snow must be the reason they glistened so under the glaring bulbs. It was dark now and the temperature had dropped to about 25 with a nasty northwesterly blowing in a chill from Alberta. My eyes were no longer crossed from the 'Shine and I slowly became aware that something was odd about the trees. They weren't moving at all. Not a branch, not a needle, absolutely nothing was moving although the breeze was pretty stiff. Paw commented on the weather and let fly an air biscuit as I walked over to the tree Karen had seen earlier. I reached out to touch it and it was positively stiff!

I felt several branches and the whole thing down to the smallest needle was like glass. I put a little extra pressure on a needle and it shattered in my gloved hand. What the hell was this anyway? Cletus came up and asked how I liked them as Paw and Buford tossed scrap wood in a barrel to start a warming fire. I said I thought these were real trees, but they seemed to be artificial. Cletus protested they were real.......and recycled. Once in awhile you hear sommething that is so completely ridiculous that it takes some time before you can absorb the fact that the speaker is also completely serious. Recycled Christmas trees. My mind was slowly opening to the sound of Cletus' voice proudly telling the tale of how they collected them last year and then formed them up, glued in branches with rubber cement, gave them several coats of shellac, painted them with spray cans of "Yew Be Green" epoxy, and topped the job off with several coats of lacquer.

I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. I stared at the tree. I stared at Cletus. Cletus noticed I was a bit pale and pulled me by the arm over to the shed where Paw and Buford had finished filling the barrel with wood and were dumping gasoline onto the contents. Cletus said that I should have another drink and then Paw asked if I was cold. I nodded vacantly, my mind still unable to absorb the insanity which surrounded me. Then I heard Cletus say, "Hey Paw, show him how we light a fire."

With that, Paw bent over pointing his butt at the barrel, Buford held a Zippo to his ass, and Paw ripped a monster of a fart, something akin to a Cherry Bomb in it's magnitude. An enormous flame shot out of his ass and ignited the barrel which flared high in the air. But it was a truly huge blaster and the flames not only ignited the barrel, but the nearest recycled Christmas trees. Coated as they were with such a combustible mixture, they didn't catch fire, they friggin' exploded! Bits of flaming plastic-like shards went flying away on the wind to explode the next tree, and the next, and the next. Within 30 seconds every tree was flaming brightly and in less than a minute the flames were gone and 50 smoldering sticks were all that remained. None of us had moved and Paw was still bent over and looking over his shoulder at the charred remains of their business.

The next day when I picked Karen up, we stopped at our usual place and picked out a lovely Frazier Fir. I had told her the story and that I figured that here was a case where a single fart may not have saved the world, but at least did save 50 home fires. We stopped at their place and the boys were cleaning up the mess and told us it probably meant a Christmas that would be a little bleak for them. Karen is a kind soul and right then and there invited them to our place for Christmas Day. She said they should come early and maybe Santa will have left something for them and that they would be welcome for Christmas dinner too. As we drove home I tried to explain that this probably wasn't a great idea but Karen felt pretty bad for them and they had cheerfully accepted her invitation.

On Christmas morning they arrived at 6 AM and the day went downhill from there. But that's another story.

So friends, no matter how bad it is and how you feel, there is always a friend out there for you. Even if you're obnoxious, nasty, and haven't bathed in a month, there is always the chance that if you can light a good fart, miracles will occur. Or how did it go in "It's a Wonderful Life?" "Every time a laquered tree farm burns down, an Angel gets a Zippo?" Well, something like that..........

Spaw

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Bill D
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 05:03 PM

"The Let's Learn About Puberty Chia Pet."

You water it and it grows stuff where?

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 04:02 PM

Latest Christmas fad gift:
The Let's Learn About Puberty Chia Pet.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 03:59 PM

Christmas Carols for the Psychiatrically Challenged

SCHIZOPHRENIA -
Do You Hear What I Hear?

MULTIPLE PERSONALITY -
We Three Kings Disoriented Are.

DEMENTIA -
I Think I'll Be Home For Christmas.

NARCISSISTIC -
Hark The Herald Angels Sing (About Me)

MANIA -
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and and Office and Town ...or Deck the Halls and Spare No Expense!

PARANOIA -
Santa Claus is Coming To Get Me.

PERSONALITY DISORDER -
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, then MAYBE I'll tell you why.

DEPRESSION -
Silent anhedonia, Holy anhedonia. All is calm, All is pretty lonely.

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER-
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell... (YOU GET THE IDEA)

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE PERSONALITY-
The Twelve Days of Christmas
(don't make me repeat that again)

BORDERLINE PERSONALITY -
Thoughts of Roasting in an Open Fire.

PASSIVE/AGGRESSIVE -
Silent Night

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Lenny's mum (inactive)
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 12:59 PM

Ten people were all sheltering under one small umbrella, but not one got wet! Why?

Because it wasn't raining!



What do gorillas sing at Christmas time?

Jungle bells, Jungle bells.



How do you tell a worm's head from its tail?

Tickle it in the middle and see which end smiles.

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 08:31 AM

A man walks into a restaurant and is shown to his seat by the hostess. The waiter approaches and asks, "Would you like to try our house special?" The man replies, "No, just bring me a steak, and make it lean". The waiter, somewhat puzzled, looks at him and replies, "which way?"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Splott Man
Date: 07 Dec 09 - 03:55 AM

Two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff...




B-boom tsssh!

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: karen k
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 07:32 PM

A blind woman went into a store with her seeing eye dog. She picks up the dog and starts spinning it around her head. The clerk comes running over to her and says, "Lady, lady. What are you doing?" The lady replied, "I'm just looking around!"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: CET
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 06:51 PM

A duck goesinto a grocery store and waddles up to the manager. "Do you have any duck food?" he asks.

"No", says the manager, and the duck waddles out.

The next day, the duck goes into the grocery store and waddles up to the manager: "Do you have any duck food?"

"No!" says the manager. "This a grocery store. We do not carry birdfood."

"Humph" says the duck, and waddles out.

The next day, the duck waddles back into the store and asks the manager: "Do you have any duck food?"

"For the third time, we do not have any damn duck food. Now get out!" the manager says.

The duck steps back, shakes his feathers and waddles quickly out of the store.

The next day, the duck is back and waddes right up to the manager and says "Do you have any duck food?"

"Look, you moronic water fowl, for the last time, we do not have any duck food. Now get out, and if I see you again I'm going to take a couple of nine inch nails and nail your little webby feet to the floor!"

The duck rushes out of the store.

The next morning, the duck is back. He goes up to the manager and says: "Do you have any nails?"

"Damn it, duck! This is a grocery store. It's not a pet store and it's not a hard ware store. We have no nails."

"OK", says the duck. "Do you have any duck food?"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: Mrs Scarecrow
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 02:43 PM

"Now tell me Patrick are you not a good catholic man like meself?"
"Sure I am Michael, and that's the truth"
"So you would'nt consider using a condom?"
"I would not Michael! That would be a mortal sin."
" So tell me how it is Patrick that I have 17 children while you have none?"
"Sure I use the safe method Michael"
"So how does that work then?"
"Well you see, I pop round to your house while you're on nights."


Lots of love Ann and Dave

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: jacqui.c
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 09:54 AM

My grandson and I were watching the film Iron Man.

At one point the guy is flying and two little kids. sitting eating ice cream, see him. One of the kids is so amazed he tips his cone and the ice cream falls off.

I said to Lewis, "You would cry if that happened to you, wouldn't you?", to which he replied "Oh no, It's not chocolate!"

Subject: RE: Smiles for Theresa Tooley
From: VirginiaTam
Date: 06 Dec 09 - 08:24 AM

1) Billy, while visiting grandmother in Wyoming, spotted cowboy walking down the sidewalk.

"Grandma" Billy exclaimed. "Look at that bow-legged cowboy."

His grandmother was shocked and made Billy read Shakespeare every day for the month while he was there. On the way into town, on the last day of his visit, the young boy saw a crowd of cowboys.

Billy turned to his grandmother and said, "Behold, what manner of men are these who wear their legs in parentheses?"

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2) For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day a little fairy happened by and decided to bring them to life.

"You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "That I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want."

The two approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches.

Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces.

"You still have fifteen more minutes," said the fairy, winking at them. "What will you do now?"

Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll shit on its head."

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3) Little Tommy was the pride and joy of his mother and father. He was very bright and happy little boy. So with no misgivings his parents sent him to kindergarten, certain that he would flourish.

At the end of the first week, Tommy brought home pictures he had coloured. His mother and father oohed and ahhed over the skill he had in drawing houses and trees. They were a bit curious why his drawings were done in black crayon. but they said nothing.

Another week passed and Tommy's pictures were technically correct and well drawn for a 5 year old but still in black. His father said, perhaps he is colour blind. We should get his eyes checked. His mother said no, he could tell me all the colours by the time he was 3. But I will take him for a check up and mention it to the pediatrician.

The doctor said not to worry. Tommy was healthy in every way. However, the pictures still came home in black. The teacher was contacted and she related that Tommy was top of his class in everything, very well liked by all of the other children and showed no signs of any problems, what so ever.

A month in to kindergarten, Tommy's mother was beside herself with anxiety. She made an appointment with child psychologist, who conducted numerous tests, referred Tommy for brain scans, and finally was also stumped. His personality is very well formed for a 5 year old, he is a precocious learner. Perhaps he needs more challenging activities.

By Thanksgiving the fridge and various walls and doors of the family home displayed Tommy's black pictures, black dogs chasing a black ball in a black field, black houses,, black suns, black airplanes, black turkey, everything black. Tommy's grandmother was visiting for the Thanksgiving holiday and noticed all of the black drawings. She immediately asked Tommy, "Why are all of your drawings done in black crayon?" To which he replied, "Because Grandma, by the time the crayon box gets down to my end of the table, there are only black crayons left."