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April 18th, 2006, 04:01 PM
#1
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An old lady dies and goes to heaven. She's chatting it up with St. Peter at the Pearly Gates when all of a sudden she hears the most awful bloodcurdling screams.
Don't worry about that",says St.Peter, "it's only someone having the holes put into her shoulder blades for wings."
The old lady looks a little uncomfortable but carries on with the conversation.
Ten minutes later, there are more blood curdling screams.
"Oh my God", says the old lady, "now what is happening?"
"Not to worry", says St. Peter, "She's just having her head drilled to fit the halo."
"I can't do this", says the old lady, "I'm going to hell."
"You can't go there", says St.Peter. "You'll be raped and sodomized."
"Maybe so", says the old lady, "but I've already got the holes drilled for that!"
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April 19th, 2006, 12:51 PM
#2
Inactive Member
HAHAHAHAHA That is funny!!! [img]eek.gif[/img]
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April 19th, 2006, 03:00 PM
#3
Inactive Member
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April 19th, 2006, 08:02 PM
#4
Inactive Member
I didn't wanna fly anyhow...humppfh...and halos would mess up my hair...I'll just be plain...
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April 19th, 2006, 11:04 PM
#5
Inactive Member
yeah right Mum...I can only IMAGINE what holes you had drilled ROTF!!!
OK heres one
Indian With One Testicle.
There once was a Red Indian whose given name was "Onestone". So named
because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone
not
to call him Onestone.
After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said,
"If
anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!" The word got around
and
nobody called him that any more
Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good
morning,
Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest
where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her
all
the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.
Years
went byand no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named
Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away for many
years.
Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw
Onestone. She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone."
Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love
to
her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next
day,
made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!
What is the moral of this story?????............................
OH, come on..take a guess!
Think about it.
(You're going to love this!)
And the moral is
...You can't kill two birds with one stone
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April 20th, 2006, 02:27 PM
#6
Inactive Member
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April 20th, 2006, 07:10 PM
#7
Inactive Member
That punchline is so lame it's actually funny again!
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