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These two guys had both just gone through ugly divorces and they
swore they would never have anything to do with women again. They
were best friends and they decided to move up to Alaska as far
north as they could go and never look at a woman again.
They got up there and went into a trader's store and told him,
"Give us enough supplies to last two men for one year."
The trader got the gear together and on top of each one's
supplies he laid a board with a hole in it with fur around the
hole.
The guys asked "What's that board for?"
The trader said, "Well, where you're going there are no women and
you might need this."
They said, "No way! We've sworn off women for life! Women are
nothing but trouble."
The trader said, "Well, take the boards with you, and if you
don't use them I'll refund your money next year.
"Okay," they said and left.
The following year this guy came into the trader's store and said
"Give me enough supplies to last one man for one year."
The trader said "Weren't you in here last year with a partner?"
"Yeah" said the guy.
"Where is he?" asked the trader.
"I shot him." said the guy.
"Why?"
"I caught him in bed with my board!"
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A 13 year-old boy comes home from school and his mom asks how his
day was. He replies, "I had sex with my teacher today."
"Oh my god! You get to your room! Wait till your father comes
home!!!", says the mom.
A while later the father comes home and the mom says, "Go up to
your son's room and talk to him. He's been really bad today."
Dad goes up to the son's room and asks why mom is so mad. "I told
her I had sex with my teacher today," replied the boy.
"Alright! That's my boy!", says dad. "Ya know son, women just
don't think like men. But I'm proud of you. What are you now,
about thirteen, right? Wow. That's my boy! Ya know what? I'm so
proud of you I'm gonna take you out and buy you that new shiny
bike you've been wanting!"
So the dad and his son go out and buy the nicest, reddest,
shiniest bike in the whole town. "You gonna ride it home son?"
Asks dad.
The boy replied, "Nah, my rear is still sore."
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It's that time of year again. These are the winners of a New York magazine contest in which contestants take a well-known expression in a foreign language, change a single letter, and provide a definition for the new expression.
HARLEZ-VOUS FRANCAIS - Can you ride a French motorcycle?
EX POST FUCTO - Lost in the mail.
VENI, VIPI, VICI - I came, I'm a very important person, I conquered
COGITO EGGO SUM - I think; therefore I waffle.
RIGOR MORRIS - The cat is dead.
RESPONDEZ S'IL VOUS PLAID - Honk if you're Scottish.
QUE SERA SERF - Life is feudal.
LE ROI EST MORT. JIVE LE ROI - The king is dead. No kidding.
PRO BOZO PUBLICO - Support your local clown.
MONAGE A TROIS - I am three years old.
FELIX NAVIDAD - Our cat has a boat.
HASTE CUISINE - Fast French food.
VENI, VIDI, VICE - I came, I saw, I partied.
QUIP PRO QUO - Fast retort.
ALOHA OY - Love; greetings; farewell; from such a pain you would never know.
VISA LA FRANCE Don't leave your chateau without it.
AMICUS PURIAE - Platonic friend.
L'ETAT, C'EST MOO - I'm bossy around here.
COGITO, ERGO SPUD - I think, therefore I yam. (OK, more than one letter)
VENI, VIDI, VELCRO - I came, I saw, I stuck around. (OK, another exception)
ICH BIT EIN BERLINER - He deserved it.
ZITGEIST - The Clearasil doesn't quite cover it up.
E PLURIBUS ANUM - Out of any group, there's always one a*****e.
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The difference between the best golfers...
....and bad golfers
Dave had tried to be particularly careful about his language as he
played golf with his preacher. But on the twelfth hole, when he twice
failed to hit out of a sand trap, he lost his resolve and let fly with a string of expletives.
The preacher felt obliged to respond. "I have observed," said he in
a calm voice, "that the best golfers do not use foul language."
"I guess not," said Dave, "What the hell do they have to swear about?â€
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DEAR DIARY
Day 1.
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much
to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding
night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2.
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's
impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know.
Why doesn't he tell me something I don't know! I mean, he
actually thinks I haven't noticed.
Day 3.
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday,
I saw a picture of Nelson's Column and burst into tears.
Day 4.
A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market
that will fix his 'problem.' It's called Viagra. I told him
that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were
on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced
his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other
than his mood.
Day 5.
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6.
Isn't life wonderful but it's difficult to write while he's
doing that.
Day 7.
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended!
Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like
a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But,
have to admit it's very nice - I don't think I've ever been
so happy.
Day 8.
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday,
instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a
weed whacker. I'm also getting a bit sore down there.
Day 9.
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10.
Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take
so much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra
down with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky
all over....
Day 11.
I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with
a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued
to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He's a complete pig.
Day 12.
I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning
my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me!
Even yawning has become dangerous ...
Day 13.
Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's
like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk
and if he tries that "Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill
the b*****d.
Day 14.
I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working.
I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to
make him more horny. Help me.
Day 15.
I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to
everything I sit on. The cat and dog won't go near him and
our friends don't come over any more. Last night I told
him to go and f**k himself and he did.
Day 16.
The b*****d has started to complain about headaches. I hope
the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try
stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17.
Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any
difference......Christ !!! here he comes again.
Day 18.
He's back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front
of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and
expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!!.
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