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tell us a joke
haven't heard one for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time 
& make it a good one so noone gives ya flack

EDIT: Title change per request and keep um commin whores
haven't heard one for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time 
& make it a good one so noone gives ya flack

EDIT: Title change per request and keep um commin whores
All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge. "I should be in charge," said the brain, "because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen." "I should be in charge," said the blood, "because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away." "I should be in charge," said the stomach, "because I process food and give all of you energy." "I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go." "I should be in charge," said the eyes, "because I allow the body to see where it goes." "I should be in charge," said the rectum, "because I'm responsible for waste removal." All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight. Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss. Moral of the story: Even though the others do all the work, the asshole is always in charge.
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: "I want each of you to ask your parents to tell you a story with a moral to it. Tomorrow, we'll all share. The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories. There were all the regular types of stuff, spilled milk and pennies saved. Then the teacher realized that only Janie was left. "Janie, do you have a story to share?" 'Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was an F15 pilot in the Air Force pilot in Desert Storm. Her aircraft got hit by a heat-seeking, surface-to-air missile. She had to bail out over enemy territory. When she ejected, and all she had was a flask of Jack Daniels, a a 9 millimeter Glock with a 15 round clip, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break. Then she parachuted right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops. She shot 15 of them with the Glock until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the survival knife until the blade broke, and killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands." ''Good Heavens," said the horrified teacher. What did your father tell you was the moral to this horrible story?" "Don't fuck with Mommy when she's been drinking!"
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Originally Posted by The Raptor,Oct 29 2010, 03:34 PM
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: "I want each of you to ask your parents to tell you a story with a moral to it. Tomorrow, we'll all share. The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories. There were all the regular types of stuff, spilled milk and pennies saved. Then the teacher realized that only Janie was left. "Janie, do you have a story to share?" 'Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was an F15 pilot in the Air Force pilot in Desert Storm. Her aircraft got hit by a heat-seeking, surface-to-air missile. She had to bail out over enemy territory. When she ejected, and all she had was a flask of Jack Daniels, a a 9 millimeter Glock with a 15 round clip, and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break. Then she parachuted right in the middle of 20 Iraqi troops. She shot 15 of them with the Glock until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the survival knife until the blade broke, and killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands." ''Good Heavens," said the horrified teacher. What did your father tell you was the moral to this horrible story?" "Don't fuck with Mommy when she's been drinking!"










