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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:26 am
wat can a moped do that jade goody cant................. reach 30 wat is the lazyest vegetable...................a couch patato i gotta go the shop because this ricky haton toaster didnt last 2 f..king rounds more 2morrow peeps
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 4:22 am
xp lol they're terrible!
What do you call I guy who holds up shops?
Squashed.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:58 pm
"But occifer, I swear to drunk I'm not god!"
...And that's all I got. xp
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 2:19 am
 lol nice...
I got one...
A man and a big breasted lady walk into a bar. They sit at the counter and order drinks. The barkeeper got talking to these two folks and After two of them the man was beginning to feel amorous and squeezed his gfs boob. Suddenly at the back, a raccoon leaps up and shouts "Ooooogaboogaboooga!" and sits back down. The barkeep noticed this small animal leap up but thought nothing of it but was facinated with the lovey dovey couple.
The man sqeezed his gfs other boob and on the side of the room, a racccoon leaps onto the table and does a breakdance shoutting "Whoooo woo woo!" and then sits back down again.
Perplexed at why the two raccons suddenly appear at the bar when the womans boob got squeezed. he had to ask them a question.
''Excuse me, but I couldn't help notice that every time you squeeze your gals boob, a small fuzzy animal jumps up and does crazy stuff''
The guy replied "Its ok, she's got silly'coon implants"
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:26 am
wat do you call a fly with no wings..................a walk
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:28 am
a man walks in to a bar and says ow
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:30 am
wat is the power supply of a robot chicken.................a battery hen
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:38 am
a man walks into a bar and asks the barmen for string the barman says ...we dont sell string this is a pub... the man says ok and walks out weeks pass and every day the man goes to ask for string untill one day the barman says...listen if you ask for string ill bash your head in with a hammer... so the man says ok and walks out, the next day the man walks in and asks the barman if he has a hammer the barman says ...no... so the man says...well ill have some string then.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 1:39 am
Ugh! Those are terrible, lawl!
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:42 am
these jokes are cool keep em coming guys and gals
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:18 am
A Lawyer’s Deal With The Devil
An aspiring young lawyer was sitting in her office late one night, when Satan appeared before her. The Devil told the lawyer “I have a proposition for you…”
“You can win every case you try for the rest of your life. Your clients will adore you, your colleagues will stand in awe of you, and you will make embarrassing sums of money. All I want in exchange is your your husband’s soul, your children’s souls, the souls of your parents, grandparents, and the souls of all your friends and law partners.”
The lawyer ponders this for a moment, then finally asks: “So, what’s the catch?”
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A mother and her daughter were visiting the grave site of a loved one, when on their way back to the car they little girl stopped her mom. She said “Mommy, do they ever bury two people in the same grave?”
“Of course not, sweetheart.” her mother replied, “Why ever would you ask such a question?”
“The headstone back there said ‘Here lies a lawyer and an honest man.’”
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Life’s Tough When You’re Stupid
A classroom full of first year Veterinary students were participating in their first day of anatomy class. For the lecture, the professor begins by unveiling a dead cow under a white sheet laying on an operating table.
The professor tells the class “In Veterinary Medicine, there are two qualities you must possess as a doctor – the first of which is a strong stomach. You cannot, under any circumstance, be disgusted by anything involving an animal’s body.”
For example, the Professor pulls back the sheet and sticks his finger right up the dead cow’s butt, pulls out his finger and sticks it in his mouth. The students just standthere, paralyzed at what they see. “Now, go ahead and do the same thing, each of you,” the professor says.
Freaked out, the students take several minutes but eventually take turns sticking their fingers up into the a**l cavity of the dead cow, and then sucking on them. Once everyone is finished, the Professor continues on with his lesson… “Now, the second important quality you must possess is a keen observation. You see, I stuck in my middle finger up the cow’s butt, and I sucked on my index finger… Now, learn to pay attention.”
The moral: Life’s tough, but it’s even tougher when you’re stupid.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:23 am
How to win a fight against twenty children.... Reasons... 1) They started it. 2) You flipped over the table while losing a Magic: The Gathering game, and damaged several rare cards. 3) They stole your woman. 4) You stole their woman. 5) You’ve had enough of their bullshit.
Whether you’re a good man who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or a dangerous maniac. That’s why we’ve consulted with the experts (who did not wish to be named) on how to maximize your odds of winning a fight against twenty children. Follow these guidelines, and your opponents will wish they were never born 6 or 7 years ago.
Use an appropriate technique. Modern mixed martial arts are geared almost exclusively towards one on one combat, and are not designed to take on multiple tiny aggressors. As a grown adult, you could be fairly assured of absolutely destroying a 7 year old if you took him to the floor for a ground and pound. But by doing so you’d expose your back and head to his peers. Your best bet is to stay on your feet and use striking techniques. Karate is one good choice – it was originally designed in the 1600’s for use by unarmed Japanese day care workers.
Be aware of the terrain. By default, you’re going to have a height advantage against twenty children, but be sure you don’t cede it. Avoid fighting around picnic tables, monkey bars, or anything with which a particularly daring child could launch an aerial attack. The ideal situation is fighting children who are trapped in a ditch below you.
Stay mobile. Unless you’re extremely lucky and find yourself fighting twenty infants, you’re going to be at a mobility disadvantage when fighting a large group of children. You must avoid becoming surrounded at all costs. Keep moving, and always trying to position the bulk of children on one side of you. Circle, sidestep, and use tactical retreats to try and engage a single child at a time, where your reach and decades of muscular development should prove an advantage.
Speed. You want this fight to be over fast. Children have boundless amounts of energy, and you’ll tire quickly as the fight progresses. If you schedule your fights with twenty children in advance for some reason, I urge you to focus your pre-training regimen on cardiovascular conditioning and snorting eye-wateringly large amounts of cocaine.
Intimidation. Although I don’t expect you to be intimidated by the prospect of fighting twenty children – given the self-confidence that comes with maturity – remember that intimidation is a two way street. Twenty is a big number, and if that many children lose their fear of you, watch out. Use fierce roars and displays of strength to frighten the children. When taunting, remember that children are almost comically stupid, and won’t understand any of your more creative taunts. You won’t intimidate anyone if you have to explain three times specifically what you did to their mother last night.
Go for the leader first. Assuming the twenty children lack military training, they’re going to behave more like a pack of animals than a cohesive group. By default, pack animals will defer to an alpha leader, and if you manage to subdue that child, the rest of the pack will quickly lose their will to fight. In some cases the leader will be actively giving orders and therefore easy to identify. Other times they’ll be harder to pick out. In those cases, go for the tallest one, or the one with the most Pokemon on their clothing. Once the alpha child is lying in a heap, you’ve got a narrow window of intimidation open while the children regroup. I’d recommend lifting his body over your head and screaming yourself hoarse. That’s the smart veteran move.
Groin attacks. In general the crotch is a small, easily defensible target, and not typically a factor in most fights at a reasonably professional level. That said, when children are attacked by an adult, they’re rarely going to respond professionally. Again, if you have forewarning that you’ll soon be coming to blows with twenty children, absolutely wear a cup. If you do get struck in the groin, under no circumstances should you place your hand on your genitals to massage away the pain – touching your privates while surrounded by minors is illegal in many states, and frowned upon in the rest.
Weapons. I’d suggest refraining from using weapons, and not just because of the harsh mandatory minimum sentencing laws that are a sad reality in this modern age. By bringing a weapon you might prompt the children to bring weapons as well. This kind of escalation plays against you. Whereas before you could fairly safely absorb several dozen tiny little punches before being incapacitated, you’re now at risk of being dropped with a single lucky strike. If a child with a pair of safety scissors gets at your Achilles tendon (the groin of the ankle) then you’re cooked buddy.
Let the last one walk away. In Professional Twenty-Child-Fighting Leagues this is now tradition, but even during raw, underground twenty child street-fights it serves an important purpose. By letting that child spread word of your great strength and ******** amongst the other children of the area, you can ensure that it will be a long time indeed before someone else mewls at you that you’re hogging the swings.
PS – also works against midgets.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:29 am
How to say I love you in different languages
* English………..I Love You * Spanish………. Te Amo * French……….. Je T’aime * German………. Ich Liebe Dich * Japanese……. Ai Shite Imasu * Italian………. Ti Amo * Chinese……… Wo Ai Ni * Swedish…….. Jag Alskar Dig * Eskimo………. Nagligivaget * Greek………… S’Agapo * Hawaiian……. Aloha Wau la Oe * Irish…………. Thaim In Grabh Leat * Hebrew……… Ani Ohev Otakh * Russian…….. Ya Lyublyu Tyebya * Albanian……. Une Te Dua * Finnish……… Mina Rakkastan Sinua * Turkish…….. Seni Seviyorum * Hungarian…… Se Ret Lay * Persian……. Du Stet Daram * Maltese……. Jien Inhobbok * Catalan…… Testimo Molt * American…. Nice Tits
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:31 am
The Duck hunter (slightly dirty)
A duck hunter was out in the marsh, enjoying the beautiful hunting weather when he felt the urge to relieve himself. So he walked over to the bushes and propped his gun against a tree. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew and knocked his gun over, discharging it and shooting him in the genitals.
Awaking several hours later in a hospital bed, our duck hunter is approached by his doctor. “Sir,” the doc begins “I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is there’s no internal damage, and we were able to remove all of the buckshot.”
“Wow, that’s great!” replied the hunter. “So what’s the bad news?”
“The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your p***s. I’m going to have to refer you to my sister.”
“Oh, well that’s not so bad I guess,” the hunter replied. “Is your sister a plastic surgeon?”
“Not exactly.” answered the doctor. “She’s a flute player in the local symphony, and she’s gonna to teach you where to put your fingers so you don’t pee in your eye.”
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 7:33 am
A middle-aged man returns home from a business trip a day early, concerned that his wife may be having an affair. He’s riding in a taxi at about 2:00 in the morning back towards his house, when he explains his situation to the taxi driver.
It’s after midnight. While en route home he asks the cabby if he would be a witness. Taxi
He explains to the cabbie that he suspects his wife is sleeping around on him, and offers the him $50 if he would be a witness to the affair, if he could catch her in bed with him. By the time they reach his house, the cabbie agrees.
They park a few doors down and, quietly, sneak into the front door and up the stairs. Then, with a burst of speed, the husband flicks on the bedroom lights and rips the blanket off the bed – and there his wife lays in bed with another man!
Out of his coat pocket, the visibly distraught husband pulls out a gun and puts it to the naked man’s head. Just then, his wife yells “Don’t do it! I lied when I told you I inherited all that money!…”
* HE paid for the Mercedes I gave you. * HE paid for our new cabin in the mountains. * HE paid for your Atlanta Braves season tickets. * HE paid for our our lakehouse and boat. * HE paid for your country club membership, and and HE even pays the monthly dues!’
Shaking his head, unsure of whether to pull the trigger, he looks over at the taxi driver and asks “What should I do?”
The taxi driver replies, “I’d cover him with that blanket before he catches a cold.”
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