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Here's a short one. lol.
Why don't aliens eat clowns.
Because they taste funny.
Here's a short one. lol.
Why don't aliens eat clowns.
Because they taste funny.
My point was, regardless of what others do; why post something that may offend others.
Not just you but no one should post things that offend another.
i agree with dragonfly's underlying thoughts. (except the bit about cajuns who DO have a sense of humour about themselves* and the bald jokes). if you don't offend somebody every day, you are not doing your job.
there are enough sheeple in the world wandering aimlessly about afraid of offending someone while the wolves gather for the feast....
*- i worked with a cajun in east texas by the name of tom hebert (that's pronounced 'ay-bear'). he was fond of telling anecdotes about his buddy gaston.
gaston was a famous hunter, and ol' tom went duck hunting with gaston one year, they took their pirogues out on the bayou to ol' gaston's favourite spot, and gaston took out his favourite two-hole shootsgun. fired at a flock of ducks and twenty of them fell at his feet. he fired again and twenty more fell. (he didn't hold with limits much) anyhow, tom was amazed and asked how he did it. gaston told him his daddy taught him how to shoot and expected that with each shell having twenty beebee, he should come back with twenty duck. well, tom hadn't hit anything yet, so he had room in his pirogue, gaston obligingly fired again. twenty ducks. he fired one last time, and tom shouted out 'AHA, only 19 that time, you missed". gaston just pointed up to a duck franticly duckin' and diven' all over the sky as he tried to avoid the last beebee. gaston said 'just wait a second'.
Guess i'll keep most of my stuff for my sarcasm group XD
A gentleman on a plane is desperate for the toilet. He asks a passing stewardess where the toilets are, she says "the men's is currently unavailable but if you are unable to hold it you may use the ladies but I implore you not to touch any of the buttons on the wall".
The man agrees and eagerly heads for the ladies room. As he sits down he takes a look around and notices the ladies is much nicer than the men's, He spots the buttons on the wall he was told not to touch. He decided it can't do any harm and pushes the button marked "WJ" and gets a blast of cold water all over the arse, next he pushes the button marked "TP" and gets talcum powder dabbed onto his butt cheeks.
Feeling quite good by now he decides to push the buton marked "ATR" and passes out...
He wakes up a few hours later in a daze, looking around he ses he is in hospital and doesn't know why. The nurse walks in and he asks her "why am I here?" she replies,
"You pushed the button labelled ATR, that stands for "automatic tampon remover". "your penis is under your pllow and your balls are in a bucket under the bed"
ATR.....wow that must have really sucked.