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3 Wishes
« Reply #30 on: 20:11:19, 11/10/06 »
Husband and wife playing golf at an exclusive resort.
They come to “Millionaires Row”, (All houses that surrounding this hole are worth over 1 million pounds).

The husband address the ball. And slices it (Ball moves towards the left), heading for one of the houses
They lose sight of the ball and hear a big SMASH.

Husband explains to the wife that golf is a gentleman’s game and that they must go and apologise and pay for any damages. They approach the house and can see that patio window is completely smashed, they clamber through to the living room and can see a vase also smashed. Out of the blue a guy turns up.

Husband “Oh, we just came to apologise for breaking your window and vase and would like to pay for the damages”

The guy “ That wont be necessary, this is not my home”

Husband “What do you mean?”

The guy “Well you see the vase over there?”
Husband “yes”

The guy “Well I am actually a genie and have been trapped in the vase for over 100 years and you sir have set me free?”

Husband “Really? Does that mean we get a reward?”
The guy (genie) : “Yes you do, I am permitted to grant 3 wishes”

Husband : “I would like 100 million pounds income, every year until I die”

The genie Claps his hands, clicks his fingers

The guy (genie) : “Done, you have your 100 million pounds every year till you die… and for you madam?”

Wife: “I wish I had a luxury mansion in every country”

The genie Claps his hands, clicks his fingers
The guy (genie): “Done, you have your luxury mansion in every country?”

The genie watches over them as they celebrate their newly found wealth

The guy (genie): “Now, if you don’t mind, now that I have granted your dreams, if I could have the last wish for myself, if you don’t mind that is?”

Husband and wife look at each other

Husband “Of course you can, we have all the money we could possibly want and all the homes we will ever need, it will be our pleasure” (the wife agrees) “What would you like?”

Genie: “Well…. I have been stuck in that vase for such a long time I have not had any sex and was wondering if I could have sex with your wife”

Husband “I have all the money and all the homes, oh what the heck sure” (the wife agrees)

Genie takes the wife upstairs and gives her a right seeing too. 4 hours later, they finish.

Wife "Was that to your satisfaction, it was for me!”

Genie “Yes, So what’s your name”
Wife “Jenny”

Genie “You here on vacation”

Wife “Yes, for 2 weeks”

Genie “been married long”

Wife “10 years, it’s our anniversary”

Genie “and how old are you”

Wife “32”

Genie “and your husband?”

Wife “he’s 36”

Genie “Your husband’s 36 and still believes in genies?

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Mistress
« Reply #31 on: 20:21:35, 20/10/06 »
A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when an absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big open-mouthed kiss, then says she'll see him later and walks away.

The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who the hell was that?""Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress.""Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough! I want a divorce."

"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Infiniti or Lexus in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours."

Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm. "Who's that woman with Jim?" asks the wife.

"That's his mistress," says her husband.







"Ours is prettier," she replies.

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Alaskan Party
« Reply #32 on: 13:12:19, 28/05/07 »
Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet.

After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and sees a huge, bearded man standing there.

"Name's Lars, your neighbour from forty miles up the road... having a Christmas party Friday night... thought you might like to come. About 5pm."

"Great", says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."

As Lars is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you... there's gonna be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."

"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again."

"More 'n likely be some wild sex, too."

"Now that's really not a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you want. Just gonna be the two of us."

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Prescription
« Reply #33 on: 13:13:25, 28/05/07 »
A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, I would like to buy some cyanide."

The pharmacist asked, " Why in the world do you need cyanide?"

The lady replied "I need it to poison my husband."

The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"

The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now. That's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."

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Sheila
« Reply #34 on: 13:16:30, 28/05/07 »
Sheila the Aussie housewife got out of the shower and slipped over on the bathroom floor. Instead of slipping over forwards or backwards, she somehow slipped, did the splits and suctioned herself to the floor.

She yelled out for her husband; "Bruce, Bruce! I've bloody suctioned myself to the floor with my fanny!"

"Strewth," Bruce said and tried to pull her up. "You're stuck fast girl. I'll go across the road and get Cobba."

He returns with his mate and they both tried to pull her up.

"No way. We can't do it," Cobba said. "Lets try Plan B."

"Plan B?" exclaimed Bruce. "What the hell is Plan B?"

"I'll go home and get my hammer and chisel and we'll break the tiles under her," replied Cobba.

"Spot on," Said Bruce. "And while you’re going to get your tools, I'll stay here and play with her tits."

"Play with her tits?" exclaimed Cobba. "Not exactly a good time for that mate?"

"Nah!" says Bruce, "but I reckon if I can get her wet enough, we can slide her into the kitchen where the tiles aren't so expensive."

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Worlds smartest drunk
« Reply #35 on: 13:18:26, 28/05/07 »
Larry wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

Larry looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order, spotless, clean. So's the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table
"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Larry asks, "Son, what happened last night?"

His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke
some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

Confused, Larry asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off you said, "Lady leave me alone, I'm married'!"

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Couple sharing a compartment
« Reply #36 on: 13:20:30, 28/05/07 »
A man and a woman who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly.....he in the upper bunk and she in the lower one.
At 1:00 AM, the man reached down and gently woke the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."
"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."
"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.
"Good," she replied. "Get your own f**king blanket."
After a moment of silence, he farted.

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Gloves
« Reply #37 on: 13:21:43, 28/05/07 »
A young man wanted to purchase a gift for his girlfriend's birthday and
as they had not been dating for very long, he decided after careful
consideration, that a pair of gloves would strike the right note.

Thoughtful, but not too personal.

Accompanied by his girlfriends sister, he went to Harrods and bought a
dainty pair of white gloves.
The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself at the same time.
During the wrapping, the shop assistant mixed up the items.
The sister got the gloves and the young man got the panties.
Without checking the contents, the man sent the parcel to his girlfriend

with the following note:

Dear Lucy,

I chose these because you are not in the habit of wearing any when you
go out in the evenings.
If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones
with the buttons, but she wears short ones that are easier to remove.
These are a delicate shade, the shop assistant I bought them from showed
me the pair she had been wearing for the last 3 weeks and they were
hardly soiled at all.
I had her try yours on for me and although they were a little tight,
they looked really smart.
She told me that the material helps to keep her ring clean and shiny.
In fact she hasn't had to wash it since she began wearing them.
I wish I could put them on for you, as no doubt, many other hands will
touch them before I have a chance to see you again.
When you take them off, remember to blow into them before putting them
away as they will be naturally damp from wearing.

Just think how many times my lips will kiss them in the coming year.
I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.

Happy Birthday
All my love

Stuart

PS The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur
showing.

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Cowboy Roy
« Reply #38 on: 13:22:45, 28/05/07 »
Cowboy Roy always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots.

Seeing some on sale one day, he buys them, wears them home, walking proudly.

He walks into the house and says to his wife "Notice anything different about me?"

Bessie looks him over "Nope."

Frustrated, Roy storms off into the bathroom, undresses, and walks back into the room completely naked, except for the boots.

Again, he asks, a little louder this time, "Notice anything different NOW?"

Bessie looks up and says, "Roy, what's different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, and it'll be hanging down again tomorrow."

Furious, Roy yells, "AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT IS HANGING DOWN, BESSIE? IT'S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!!!!"


To which Bessie replies:

"Shoulda bought a hat, Roy, shoulda bought a hat"

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Friends Reunited
« Reply #39 on: 13:26:41, 28/05/07 »
A gorgeous ex-girlfriend emailed me through the Friends Reunited website recently and we ended up swapping phone numbers.

She called me up the other night and we talked away for ages, we lost track of time, chatting about the wild nights we used to enjoy together. I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd like to meet up and maybe rekindle a little of that magic.

"Wow!" I said, "I don't know if I could keep pace with you now. I'm a bit older and a bit balder than when you last saw me."

She giggled and said she was sure I'd meet the challenge!

"Yeah", I said, "just so long as you don't mind a man with a waistband that's a few inches wider these days."

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly. She teased me, saying that she thought tubby bald men were cute.

"Anyway, I've put on a couple of pounds myself," she giggled.


So I told her to f*ck off

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UN Survey
« Reply #40 on: 13:28:36, 28/05/07 »
A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question
asked was:"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the
food shortage in the rest of the world?"

The survey was a huge failure...
In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
And in the USA they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant

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Tough Guy
« Reply #41 on: 23:07:09, 02/06/07 »
A Tough Guy walks into a bar and says to the bartender

"Gimme a shot of Whisky and who's the toughest f*cker in this bar?"

As he downs the whisky the barkeep points to the end of the bar where a large Indian sits.

The Tough Guy proceeds to walk over to the Indian and give him the sh*t-kicking of his life then leaves the bar.

Next Day the Tough Guy returns and says;

"Gimme a shot of Whisky and who's the toughest f*cker in this bar?

As he downs the whisky the barkeep points to the end of the bar where a large Mexican sits.

The Tough Guy proceeds to walk over to the Mexican and give him the sh*t-kicking of his life then leaves the bar.

This goes on for 3 more days until the exasperated bartender finally says;

"That f*cking asshole keeps coming in here, trashing my bar, and kicking the sh*t outta my customers, Im gonna teach that prick a lesson"

So the bartender goes to the local Zoo, rents a Gorilla and hides him in the washroom.

The next day the Tough Guy returns as usual.

"Gimme a shot of Whisky and who's the toughest f*cker in this bar?

Barkeep says "Sorry buddy you just missed him, I think he is taking a piss"

The Tough Guy takes a deep breath and heads aggressively to the pub washroom. Once inside the barkeep and patrons hear banging and crashing and grunting and roaring, sounds like total chaos from inside the restroom.

Things suddenly quiet down and a few moments later the beaten and bloodied Tough Guy stumbles out of the can and stares at the bartender.

"Give me a shot of Whisky, and when that f*c*kng nig*er wakes up, you tell him his fur coat is in the garbage"
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Ugly Girl
« Reply #42 on: 23:13:50, 02/06/07 »
A father places an advert in the local paper:
'Anyone brave enough to marry my very ugly daughter and make her pregnant within the year willl be rewarded with £25,000'

After a few days many suitors come calling but none can leave quickly enough after they have gazed upon the hideous creature the father has.

So in utter desperation he places another ad along the same lines as before only this time he doubles the money.

A few days later a man comes calling is shown the daughter and says "OK you have a deal. I will marry your daughter"

"Are you sure"? asks the father.

"Absolutly" replies the man "The sooner the better"

"But what about getting her pregnant how will you cope?"

"No worries I'll put a paper bag over her head"

Six months after the marriage the father decides to pay them a suprise visit. He lets himself in and finds his son-in-law under the sink and standing next to him is his daughter.

"Spanner" the son-in-law says

In a gruff voice the daughter replies "Spanner" and hands him the spanner.

"Monkey wrench"

Again "Monkey wrench"

The father then says "Hello you two"

The man under the sink is startled and bangs his head.

"F*CK ME!!"



Without a moments hesitation his wife replies

"Paper Bag"

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Inland Revenue Letter
« Reply #43 on: 23:16:23, 02/06/07 »
This letter is allegedly a response from the Inland Revenue to a customer who wrote in similar vein to the above.

Dear Mr Smith,

I am writing to you to express our thanks for your more than prompt reply to our latest communication, and also to answer some of the points you raise. I will address them, as ever, in order.

Firstly, I must take issue with your description of our last communication as a "begging letter". It might perhaps more properly be referred to as a "tax demand". This is how we, at the Inland Revenue have always, for reasons of accuracy, traditionally referred to such documents.

Secondly, your frustration at our adding to the "endless stream of crapulent whining and panhandling vomited daily through the letterbox on to the doormat" has been noted. However, whilst I have naturally not seen the other letters to which you refer I would cautiously suggest that their being from "pauper councils, Lombardy pirate banking houses and puissant gas-mongerers" might indicate that your decision to "file them next to the toilet in case of emergencies" is at best a little ill-advised. In common with my own organisation, it is unlikely that the senders of these letters do see you as a "lackwit bumpkin" or, come to that, a "sodding charity". More likely they see you as a citizen of Great Britain, with a responsibility to contribute to the upkeep of the nation as a whole.

Which brings me to my next point. Whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay "go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services", a moment's rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to "stump up for the whole damned party" yourself. The estimates you provide for the Chancellor's disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on "junkets for Bunterish lickspittles" and "dancing whores" whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, "that box-ticking facade of a university system."

A couple of technical points arising from direct queries:

1. The reason we don't simply write "Muggins" on the envelope has to do with the vagaries of the postal system;

2. You can rest assured that "sucking the very marrows of those with nothing else to give" has never been considered as a practice because, even if the Personal Allowance didn't render it irrelevant, the sheer medical logistics involved would make it financially unviable.

I trust this has helped. In the meantime, whilst I would not in any way wish to influence your decision one way or the other, I ought to point out that even if you did choose to "give the whole foul jamboree up and go and live in India" you would still owe us the money. Please forward it by Friday.

Yours Sincerely,

H J Lee (Mrs)

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Snail Family BBQ
« Reply #44 on: 23:19:55, 02/06/07 »
Mummy Snail, Daddy snail and baby snail set off somewhere quiet for a picnic. After a very long slow journey, they arrive at their destination. As Mummy snail opens the picnic basket she realises she's forgotten the sandwiches.

"I'm not going to get them, cos I made them" she says.
"well, I carried the basket here, I'm not going to get them" said daddy snail.

Having been designated to fetch the snadwiches, baby snail is less than impressed. "If I go, then dad's gonna drink all my coke. He always steals my coke". After much persuasion from his dad that he won't touch the coke, and getting Mummy snail's word that she'll make sure the coke is left untouched, he grudgingly sets off.

About one year later, and still no sign off baby snail. daddy snail turns to mummy snail and says, "I'm actually getting really thirsty, can I have a bit of the boy's coke?". "no" she replies "you promised him you wouldn't".

Another year down the line and still no sign of baby snail. "I'm actually really really thirsty. PLEASE can I have just a little bit of his coke?" asks daddy snail. Again Mummy snail syas "No, he'll be back soon anyway, you promised him you'd leave it, now don't ask me again".

Overwhelmed by thirst, daddy snail decides to go behind his wife's back and sneak into the basket. He gets the coke out and sneakily takes a few gulps. As he does so, baby snail pops out from behind a nearby tree and says

"right - I'm definitely not going now"