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EAT, DRINK AND BE...

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THE BANNISTER OF LIFE




Transvestite: A guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary.

Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggert have written an impressive new book. It's called "Ministers Do More Than Lay People."

The difference between the Pope and your boss...the Pope only expects you to kiss his ring.

My mind works like lightning. One brilliant flash and it's ALL gone.

The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.

I hate sex in the movies. Tried it once. The seat folded up, the drink spilled and that ice, well, it really chilled the mood.

It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable. Now, of course, there's shipping and handling, too.

A husband is someone who, after taking the trash out, gives the impression that he just cleaned the whole house.

My next house will have no kitchen - just vending machines and a large trash can.

A blond said, "I was worried that my mechanic might try to rip me off. I was relieved when he told me all I needed was turn signal fluid."

I'm so depressed. My doctor refused to write me a prescription for Viagra. He said it would be like putting a new flagpole on a condemned building.

My neighbor was bit by a stray rabid dog. I went to see how he was and found him writing frantically on a piece of paper. I told him rabies could be treated, and he didn't have to worry about a Will. He said, "Will? What Will? I'm making a list of the people I want to bite."

Definition of a teenager? God's punishment for enjoying sex.

AND IN CLOSING

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.

WHO'S LINE IS IT?



GREAT ONE LINERS



DON'T GIVE ME LIP




1. Macho Law prohibits me from admitting I'm wrong.

2. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

3. Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.

4. I plead contemporary insanity.

5. How do I set a laser printer to stun?

6. Meandering to a different drummer.

7. The difference between this company and a cactus plant is that the plant has pricks on the outside.

8. May your daughters' hair grow thick, black, and abundant -- all over their faces.

9. May your children be so famous every policeman knows them.

10. May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest one of your Erogenous Zones.

11. He'll cry over your wounds so he can get salt in them.

12. He heats the knives so his family won't use too much butter.

13. The next time you'll meet anyone like him, it will have to be In a Nightmare.

14. He got his parents a fifty-piece dinner set for their Golden Anniversary a box of toothpicks.

15. He told his children Santa Claus is too old to get around any more.

16. He takes sparrows, dips them in peroxide, and sells them as canaries.

17. He'll throw a drowning man both ends of a rope.

18. The last place he lived in, he campaigned for dry law, got it passed and then moved away.

19. If you kicked him in his heart, you'd break your toe.

20. He has lots of fortitude. He'll stand for nearly anything, but a woman on a train.

21. The only way he can hear any good about himself is to talk to himself.

22. Every time a report comes about the dangers of second-hand cigarette smoke, he goes around blowing smoke in people’s faces.

23. He's suffering from hardening of the hearteries.

24. His motto is ‘A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH', but expects yours to have gold in it.

25. He folds his newspaper so the guy next to him in the bus can only read half the newspaper.

26. You could not warm up to him if you were cremated together.

27. Lots of people would love working for him - if they were graver diggers.

28. He'd steal a dead fly from a blind spider.

29. How about never? Is never good for you?

30. You sound reasonable... Time to up the medication.

31. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.

32. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.

33. Ahhh... I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again

34. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.

35. I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.

36. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.

37. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

38. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.

39. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.

40. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.

41. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it.

42. I might be short but you're ugly and I still have time to grow!

43. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?

44. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.

45. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.

46. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

47. His teeth are brighter than he is.

48. No, my powers can only be used for good.

49. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.

50. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.

51. Who me? I just wander from room to room.

52. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.

53. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.

54. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.

55. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.

56. It ain't the size, it's... no, it's the size.

57. Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.

PSST...WANNA BUY A LINE?



MORE ONE LINERS



ROLLS OFF THE TONGUE




1. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

2. Does your train of thought have a caboose?

3. I have a computer, a vibrator, & pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?

4. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.

5. I'd insult you, but you're not bright enough to notice.

6. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.

7. If I throw a stick, will you leave?

8. Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch me?

9. Do I look like a people person?

10. You!...Off my planet!

11. I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.

12. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.

13. And which dwarf are you?

14. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.

15. If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I'll put shoes on my cats.

16. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

17. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?

18. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

19. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

20. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe?

21. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

22. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.

23. A PBS mind in an MTV world.

24. Allow me to introduce my selves.

25. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

26. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.

27. See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil.

28. Can I trade this job for what's behind door 1?

MEN VS MOTOCYCLES: PART 1

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This is a piece from the internet. I have added my own twists to it. Feel free to do the same. Keep what you like and fix what you don't.

Why Motorcycles Are


Better Than Men
(as written by women [in black])


1. You can ride a motorcycle when you want to

(Not when it's raining or snowing.)

2. Motorcycles never try to ride you

(I had one motorcycle try.)

3. Motorcycles don’t sulk for a week when you don't ride them

(they do for the first few rides after winter.)

4. Motorcycles aren't hairy

(But some have too much fringe.)

5. Motorcycles don't have a complex about the size of their parts

(Mine wants bigger pistons..)

6. Motorcycles don't fall asleep when you've finished riding them

(Try turning the key off.)

7. Motorcycles don't complain when you take them shopping

(I'd like to see that feat Ms. Knievel.)

8. Motorcycles are never too proud to let you ask for directions

(Sure but try and get them to ask for you.)

9. Motorcycles stay hard all the time

(You've never had a flat or a slow leak?)

10. Motorcycles don't take their socks off and pick their feet

(Then my daddy must of been a motorcycle cause I don't either.)

11. Motorcycles are never too drunk to ride

(Sure but you miss out on the amusement park ride)

(and as responded to by men [in red])



THE TWO SEXES AND ONE STORY

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This story has made the rounds on the internet but if you haven't seen it before it's an Oldie but a Goldie.

One Male And One Female



The Creative Writing Professor told his class one day

"Today we will experiment with a form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.

As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story.

You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me.

The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph,
and so on back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent.
There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when
both agree a conclusion has been reached."


Rebeca and Gary

THE STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebeca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.


(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. " A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic
communicator. "Polar orbit established.
No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his
ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.


(Rebeca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning.
The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly
and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.


(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through
the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With
no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their
diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.


(Rebeca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent,
chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.


(Gary)

Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"


(Rebeca)

Asshole.

(Gary)

Bitch

(Rebeca)


FUCK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!


(Gary)


GO DRINK SOME TEA - WHORE!


(TEACHER)

*A+ - I really liked this one.*


Offered by an English professor from
the University of Phoenix.



NO SNOW LIKE SNOW BUSINESS




BEAUTIFUL SNOW



DIARY OF A SNOW SHOVELER


(This long joke is older than the internet. It still makes me laugh. If you have never seen it before, I think you will enjoy it.)

December 8: 6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window, watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9: We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snow plow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man. I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14: Snow, lovely snow! 8" last night. The temperature dropped to *20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15: 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.

December 16: Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17: Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20: Electricity's back on, but had another 14" of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day. freakin' snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22: Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.

December 23: Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she...nuts??? Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's damn well lying.

December 24: 6". Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snowplow, I'll drag him through the snow by his balls. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was busy watching for the freakin' snowplow.

December 25: Merry Christmas. 20 more inches of the @#$%^& slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's an idiot. If I have to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to kill her.

December 26: Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27:Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze.

December 28: Warmed up to above -50. Still snowed in. THE BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

December 29: 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave-in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30: Roof caved in. The snow plow driver is suing me for a million dollars for the bump on his head. The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.

December 31: Set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling!

January 8: I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?