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05 Nov 03 - 04:20 PM (#1048636) Subject: BS: One for the Boys From: Raptor What do you call that useless piece of skin at the end of a vagina? The woman. Just a joke ladies ,fair is fair Tit for tat |
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05 Nov 03 - 04:27 PM (#1048639) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Peace Ya didn't have to say tit! |
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05 Nov 03 - 04:47 PM (#1048644) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Clinton Hammond I thought jokes were supposed to be funny.... |
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05 Nov 03 - 04:51 PM (#1048646) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: GUEST,pdc Funny, I thought that useless piece of skin at the end of a vagina was usually a penis... |
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05 Nov 03 - 05:54 PM (#1048688) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: GUEST Ya didn't have to say tat, either. |
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05 Nov 03 - 06:03 PM (#1048694) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Micca This just in from Texas.... A scientist from Texas A&M University has invented a bra that keeps women's breasts from jiggling and prevents the nipples from pushing through the fabric when cold weather sets in. At a news conference announcing the invention the scientist was taken outside by a large group of cowboys and had the shit kicked out of him |
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05 Nov 03 - 06:05 PM (#1048696) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: GUEST I'm from Canada. Thought that's the way it was all the time. Guess not. |
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05 Nov 03 - 06:17 PM (#1048707) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Blackcatter What - Cowboys kicking the shit out of scientists? |
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05 Nov 03 - 06:21 PM (#1048711) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: The Barden of England Typical of a Gargoyle - have to make a comment as GUEST. Well here you go then - they're only God given if you believe in God. |
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05 Nov 03 - 06:59 PM (#1048752) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Raptor You are funny Clinton! Raptor |
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05 Nov 03 - 07:44 PM (#1048789) Subject: RE: BS: One for the Boys From: Cluin The guy comes home exhausted from work, sits down in his favorite chair, turns on the TV, and shouts in to the wife in the kitchen, "Quick, honey! Bring me a beer before it starts?" She comes into the room, with the requested beverage, looking a bit perturbed, but hands it to him and goes back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the call comes out again: "Honey! Quick, please? Another beer before it starts?" So she comes in again with another bottle. This time she looked a little more angry, but he seems or else pretends not to notice. And again, in another two minutes, she hears him "Quick, hon! One more beer before it starts? Not much time!" "That's it!", she blows her top. "You selfish insensitive bastard! You waltz in here, flop your fat ass down, don't even say hello to me, and then expect me to run around serving you beer like your damned slave. I work hard too, you know? Plus I do all the cleaning, washing and ironing and right now I'm in there trying to make something nice for your supper! Don't you think I'd like to be sitting in here, sucking back a cold beer and watching TV? Is it too much to ask for a little respect and, god forbid, a bit of help around here? But no! All I hear is "Bring me a beer! Is dinner ready? Where's my socks?"..." she continues on, near tears. The husband shakes his head, muttering to himself, "Damn! It's started." |