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At least it doesn't cause impotence as far as we know.

 

whatever

 

Whatever happened to N'Ahleans?

 

gw happened to n'ahleans

 

You want to blame Goldwater for everything. He didn't do it. He passed away some time back.

 

ok, then I'll blame g w bush

happy now?

 

Blame George Wallace.

 

he's busy, bush isn't doing much

 

wardd is shamelessly stealing his wife/girlfriend's thunder.

We all know that it was women who had invented it the moment a man said "what a great day for sailing."

Facing such indignation men set out to run away from these icebergs and ended up conquesting new lands and some local women to delight of local men who were subjected to the same treatment by their females and laughed at the newcomers, while having fun with the newcomers' wifes...

My grandfather told me that story, so it must be true.

 

Whatever...hey teenagers should make great boatbuilders, whatever.

 

Hey, good to see you are still swimming (no pun intended...) against the adversities.

Hope you were on a high dry land...

 

..yeah mate, why would anyone want to build in a flood zone...it is only a matter of time....

 

So when my wife says to me, "Oh whatever," I can go boating?

 

Poida...try this one:
A man and his wife were driving home one very cold night when the wife asks her husband to stop the car. There was a baby skunk lying at the side of the road, and she got out to see if it was still alive.

It was, and she said to her husband, 'It's nearly frozen to death. Can we take it with us, get it warm, and let it go in the morning?'

He says, 'OK, get in the car with it.'

The wife says, 'Where shall I put it to get it warm?'

He says, 'Put it between your legs. It's nice and warm there.'

'But what about the smell?' said the wife.

He says, 'Just hold its little nose, he will get used to it.'

The man is expected to recover, but the skunk she used to beat him with died at the scene...

 

A WOMAN'S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door.

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.












A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a ****.