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When I go to a local discount store to get oil and filters for my car, I buy my wife a bouquet of flowers on display near the checkout counter.
During one trip, some women in line behind me were oohing and aahing about a husband getting flowers for his wife.
"How often do you do that?" one asked. Before I could answer, the cashier, more than familiar with my routine, said, "Every three months or 3,000 miles, whichever comes first."

A man in his 40's brought a new BMW and was out for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up.

As the needle jumped up to 80mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. "There's no way they can catch a BMW," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100... then the reality of the situation hit him.

"What the heck am I doing?" he thought and pulled over. The police officer came up to him, took his license without a word, and examined it and the car.

"It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift, and it's Friday 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go."

The guy thinks for a second and says, "last week my wife ran off with a police officer. I was afraid you were trying to give her back."

"Have a nice weekend," said the officer.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahaha

Nice one Dan.

Obituary for Mr. Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. - Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do nothing.

Too fooking true, Hairy.

talk about turnabout being fair play!!!

good return volley Schu!

I know how to volley as good as the rest of them

I noticed! hahaha Hi Schu

An office manager at Wal-Mart was given the task of hiring an individual to fill a job opening.
After sorting through a stack of resumes he found four people who were equally qualified. He decided to call the four in and ask them only one question. Their answer would determine which of them would get the job.
The day came and as the four sat around the conference room table the interviewer asked: "What is the fastest thing you know of?" Acknowledging the first man on his right, the man replied, "A THOUGHT."
It just pops into your head there?s no warning that it's on the way; it's just there. A thought is the fastest thing I know of." "That's very good!" replied the interviewer. ?And now you sir?" he asked the second man. "Hmm! let me see. A blink! It comes and goes and you don't know that it ever happened. A BLINK is the fastest thing I know of." "Excellent!" said the interviewer. "The blink of an eye, that's a very popular clich? for speed." He then turned to the third who was contemplating his reply. Well, out at my dad's ranch, you step out of the house and on the wall there's a light switch. When you flip that switch, way out across the pasture the light in the barn comes on in less than an instant. Yep, TURNING ON A LIGHT is the fastest thing I can think of." The interviewer was very impressed with the third answer and thought he had found his man. "It's hard to beat the speed of light," he said. Turning to Bubba, the fourth and final man, the interviewer posed the same question. Old Bubba replied, "After hearing the three previous answers, It's obvious to me that the fastest thing known is DIARRHEA". "WHAT!?" said the interviewer, stunned by the response. "Oh, I can explain." said Old Bubba. "You see the other day I wasn't feeling so good, and I ran for the bathroom, but, before I could THINK, BLINK, or TURN ON THE LIGHT, I had already s**t my pants.
Old Bubba is now the new greeter at a Wal-Mart near you!

Good one brah!!!

Check this one out...

A woman scanned the guests at a party, and spotted an attractive man standing alone.

She approached him.......

"My name is Carmen," she told him.

"That's a beautiful name," he said. "Is it a family name?"

"No," she replied. "I gave it to myself. It reflects the things I like most - cars and men."

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Beertits," he said.

that was bad siggy....*shakes head*

I know .....but it was butt funny to us guys....sorry

An elderly couple were experiencing declining memories, so they decided to take power memory classes, where they teach you to remember things by association.

Later, the man was talking to a neighbour about how much the class helped him.

"Who was the instructor?" the neighbour asked. "Oh, let's see," pondered the man. "Umm.... what's the flower, you know, the one that smells really nice but has those thorns?" "A rose?" offered the neighbour. "Right" said the man.

He then turned toward his house and shouted, "Hey Rose, what's the name of the guy we took the memory class from?"