Jokes Thread 2

All right boys.........time for your night time meds!
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jfar you are first so bend over honey....
Doc your next and then Mike!

If you tied me up in the straightjacket with the girl that's in there now I probably wouldn't mind dropping trou' for the gal with the needle.

Not that I'm weird or anything...

Two hunters were in a lodge, making small talk. One of them asked the other, "So, what do you hunt?"

He answered, "I hunt unicorns."
The first hunter was startled, but said, "Really? How do you do that?"
The other answered "I find a virgin and hire her to help me. The virgin sits around in the woods until a unicorn comes to her. When it does, it sets off a snare."
The first hunter said "Boy, they must be hard to find. I've heard of them, but I've never seen one."













The second hunter said "Yeah, and there aren't many unicorns around, either!"

jfar said:

Stay away from my jacket, it's my jacket, mine I tell you.

jfar said:

Stay away from my jacket, it's my jacket, mine I tell you.

Maybe your jacket but the lining is all mine!!!
Jacket is made out of goat skin anyway!

John just finished making love to his girlfriend for the first time. While they lay in bed enjoying what they have shared John turns to her and says, “I am I really only the 3rd man to make love to you?” she replies, “Of course you are. I am very selective with whom I sleep with.” John feeling very good thinks for a minute and then says, “I am I really the best lover you have ever had?” she replies, “I must say you are wonderful very tender when needed and aggressive just at the right moments. You have mastered many techniques and you know so many different positions just like a pro. You are the best I have ever had.” John just beside himself and feeling on top of the world says, “And….am I really the biggest you ever had?” she replies, “Absolutely! Now go to sleep and stop asking so many questions….<sigh>….you men all ask the same questions!”

The Howling Wolves said:

> > #1 - You can buy a silencer for a gun!

That's a good one :) Here's a similar, true story.

My father was an alcoholic gambler. No reason to deny that. He and my mother divorced in 1982, and father died two years later in 1984, at the age of 48.

After the divorce he lived a short period with me, then married with my wife #1. I remember one time with him, when we were both quite intoxicated, I asked him why they had divorced. Father told me that mother finally found out about his other girlfriends, or if she had known already, finally got enough of it.

I was in my early 20's, really in love with my equally young wife, expecting our second son; first had born in 1981 when we both were only 22 years old. I could not understand how my father could not be happy with the woman he had married out of love.

My father told me this. I can still remember the full story, as I can see my father in my eyes telling it, his voice and his always present mixed smell of Old Spice after shave, brandy and cigar smoke:

You like reading, Kari? Think this: as a young man, you find a book you like very much. You have difficulties to let the book out of your hands before you have read it from cover to cover. You keep it on your nightstand, to read again and again. Sometimes you read a few chapters, sometimes only a few words, sometimes you wake up in the morning book still on your hands. Day after day, month after month, year after year.

Then the day comes you realize you get nothing more out of that book. You have found every possible hidden twist in it, you know all the characters as if they were your close friends. You start thinking about other books, and then one day you find yourself from a library and suddenly realize it's a whole new world. Books of every type. Short stories, poems, novels, biographies, everything. You can just show your library card, get the book, read it, return it the very next day or keep a bit longer. Read once or twice or ten times but finally return it. And your favorite book, the one you love, stays home and is always available when you want to read it.

It seems your mother was happy as long as I only read short stories. When I went to Dickens and Dostoevsky, needing more and more time to finish a book, she couldn't take it anymore.

As I mentioned, this is a true story. I find it very sad, although the same happened to me in my first three short marriages. Only after finding my sweet, dear Angie have I no longer "visited the library".

Kari