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Thought for the Day

  • 24-11-2009 10:24pm
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,356 ✭✭✭


    There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research.

    This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.


    Martha, the church gossiper and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business.

    Several members did not approve of her extra curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence. She made a mistake, however, when she accused Henry, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told Henry and several others that everyone seeing it there would know what he was doing.

    Henry, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing. Later that evening, Henry quietly parked his pickup in front of Martha's house...walked home.... and left it there all night.

    You gotta love Henry.


    Bill worked in a pickle factory.

    He had been employed there for many years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.

    His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.

    One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.

    "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.

    "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"

    "Oh, Bill, you didn't!" she exclaimed.

    "Yes, I did." he replied. "My God, Bill, what happened?"

    "I got fired."

    "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"

    "Oh...she got fired too."


Comments

  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,630 ✭✭✭dh0661


    coldfire1x wrote: »
    There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research.

    This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.

    LOL - :)


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