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		 Mike, now I know what you do when you are not fishing. 
 
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		 Little Rebecca comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Christmas. "Since Christmas is for a Christians and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a Christmas card? 
 
Rebecca's father thinks! a bit, then says, "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a Christmas card to?" 
 
"Osama Bin Laden," she says. 
 
"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock? 
 
"Well", she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a card, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit.  And if other kids saw what I did and sent cards to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore." 
 
Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride. 
 
Rebecca, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard." 
 
"I know," Rebecca says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could blow the sh*t out of him and send him back to hell where he belongs. 
		
		
		
		
		
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		 We have all had bad dates...but this takes the cake. This just tells 
you how tough it is to be single nowadays . 
 
This was on the "Tonight Show" with Jay Leno. Jay went into the 
audience to  find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had. The 
winner described her worst first date experience. There absolutely no 
question as to why her tale took the prize! 
 
Marilyn said it was midwinter... snowing and quite cold...and the guy 
had taken her skiing to Lake Arrowhead . It was a day trip (no 
overnight). No, not Marilyn. They were strangers, after all, and truly 
had never met before.  The outing was fun but relatively uneventful 
until they were headed home  late that afternoon. They were driving 
back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should 
not have had that extra latte.  They were about an hour away from 
anywhere with a rest room and in the  middle of nowhere! Her companion 
suggested she try to hold it, which she did for awhile. 
 
Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a 
point where she told him that he had better stop and let her pee 
beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. They stopped and 
she  quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started. 
Unfortunately, in the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she 
let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion 
stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a 
real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think about was 
the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the 
situation. 
 
Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation.  
As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks 
were firmly glued against the car's fender. Thoughts of tongues frozen 
to  pump handles immediately came to mind as she attempted to 
disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a 
brand new problem due to the extreme cold. 
 
Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor she answered her 
date's concerns about "what was taking so long" with a reply that 
indeed, she was "freezing her butt off and needed some assistance"! 
He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater 
and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out 
laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to 
compose themselves,  they assessed her dilemma. Obviously, as 
hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both 
agreed it would take something  hot to free her chilly cheeks from the 
grip of the icy metal!  Thinking about what had gotten her into the 
predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was 
only one way  to get her free. So, as she looked the other way, her 
first time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the 
fender. 
 
As for the Tonight Show... she took the prize hands down... or perhaps 
that should be "pants down." And you thought your first date was 
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		 A woman gets home, screeches her car into the driveway, runs into the house, 
 
slams the door and shouts at the top of her lungs, "Honey, pack your bags. 
I won the lottery!" 
 
The husband says, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain 
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		 THERMODYNAMICS OF HELL: 
 
Even if you are not an engineer, I am sure you will all get a laugh out of this. I was fortunate enough not to have a question like this when I was in school, but it goes to show you a complete understanding of a topic and a little bit of imagination can get you superb results. 
 
The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington 
chemistry and physics mid term. The answer by one student was "so profound" that 
the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of  course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.   
 
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? 
 
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant.  One student, however, wrote the following: 
 
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time.  So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. 
 
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. 
 
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. 
 
This gives two possibilities: 
 
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 
 
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. 
 
So which is it? 
 
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Morrison, during my freshman year, "... that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze. 
 
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		 A group of  Americans, retired teachers, recently went to France on a tour Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his  carry on. "You have been to France before, monsieur?"  the customs  officer asked sarcastically. 
 
Mr.Whiting admitted that he had  been to France previously. "Then you should know enough to have your passport ready. The American said, "The last time I was here,  I didn't have to show it." 
 
"Impossible. Americans always have  to show passports on arrival in France!" 
 
The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained. "Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in '44 to  help liberate this country, I couldn't find any damn Frenchmen to show  it to." 
		
		
		
		
		
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            Harold was an old man. He was sick and in the hospital. 
       There was one young nurse that just drove him crazy. Every 
       time she came in, she would talk to him like he was a little 
       child.  She would say in a patronizing tone of voice: "And   how are we doing this morning," or "Are we ready for a bath," or "Are we hungry?" 
 
         Old Harold had had enough of this particular nurse. One day, Old Harold had breakfast, pulled the juice off the tray, and put it on his bed side stand He had been given a urine bottle to fill for testing. The juice was apple juice. So . you know where the juice went! 
 
          The nurse came in a little later, picked up the urine bottle and looked at it. "My, but it seems we are a little cloudy today .... " 
 
           At this, Old Harold snatched the bottle out of her hand, popped off the top, and drank it down, saying: "Well, I'll run it through again.  Maybe I can filter it better this time." 
 
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       Old Harold just smiled. 
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		 1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see  
carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls. 
 
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas! 
 
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat. 
 
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission. 
 
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello? 
 
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. 
 
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like bargains at a yard sale, if you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again. 
 
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day? 
 
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards. 
 
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. 
 
Remember this motto to live by: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" 
		
		
		
		
		
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		 Well, now......here's something I never knew before, and now that I 
 know it, I feel compelled to send it on to my more intelligent 
   friends in the hope that they, too, will feel edified. 
   Isn't history more fun when you know something about it? 
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   Giving the Finger 
 Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating 
 victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of 
all captured English soldiers.  Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. 
This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "pl#^^^^^&g the yew" (or "pluck yew"). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew! 
"PLUCK YEW!" 
 Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental 
fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the 
 one-finger-salute! 
It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird." IT IS STILL AN APPROPRIATE SALUTE TO THE FRENCH TODAY! 
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		 A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a  man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle. For instance, if she is ovulating she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.  However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she is more prone to be attracted to a man with scissors lodged in his temple and a bat jammed up his a$$ while he is on fire. 
 
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		 Christmas Carols For The Psychiatrically Challenged 
 
 
SCHIZOPHRENIA -  
Do You Hear What I Hear? 
 
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY -  
We Three Queens Disoriented Are. 
 
DEMENTIA -  
I Think I'll Be Home For Christmas. 
 
NARCISSISTIC -  
Hark The Herald Angels Sing (About Me) 
 
MANIA -  
Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and  
Office and Town ...or Deck the Halls and Spare No Expense! 
 
PARANOIA - Santa Claus is Coming To Get Me. 
 
PERSONALITY DISORDER -  
You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, then MAYBE I'll tell  
you why. 
 
DEPRESSION - 
Silent anhedonia, Holy anhedonia. All is calm, All is pretty lonely. 
 
OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE -  
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle  
Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell,Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle  
Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle  
Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell  
Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell... 
 
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY -  
Thoughts of Roasting in an Open Fire. 
 
PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE -  
On the First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me (and then took it  
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		 At a local watering hole, a strangr walks up to the bar and ask the bartender for 12 shots of whiskey. 
 
The bartender ask "What's wrong buddy?", to which the stranger's reply is "If you had what I have, you'd ask for 12 shots at one time as well." 
 
The stranger then proceeds to down the whiskey, one shot after another, causing the bartender asked again "Damn, buddy, what's wrong?" 
 
The stranger replies again"If you had what I have, you'd drink like this as well!" 
 
The bartender, now really intrigued, asks "well, what do you have?" 
 
 
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		One Star Hangover (*)  
 
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively  
well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still  
feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.  
 
Two Star Hangover (**)  
 
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you  
have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is  
only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the  
fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some  
definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.  
 
Three Star Hangover (***)  
 
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not  
productive. Anytime someone walks by, you gag because her perfume  
reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared  
you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your  
bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of  
water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke yet you haven't pee'd once.  
 
Four Star Hangover (****)  
 
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else  
you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and  
has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but  
that can't hide the fact that it looks like you put your make-up on  
while riding the bumper cars . (For the men, you only shaved one side of  
your face.) Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair  
hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five  
%$%$%$%$s you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who  
enters the bathroom.  
 
Five Star Hangover (*****)  
 
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the  
employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out! of every  
pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the  
corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the  
remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to  
generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the  
foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this  
morning. Any attempt to crap results in a fire hose like discharge of  
alcohol-scented fluid with a rare floater thrown in. The sole purpose of  
this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass.  
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		 THIS IS TRULY A CLASSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
 
A police officer pulls over a speeding car. The officer says, I clocked you at 80 miles per hour,  sir." The driver says, "Gee, officer I  had it on cruise control at 60, perhaps your  radar gun needs calibrating." Not looking up  from her knitting the wife says: "Now don't  be silly dear, you know that this car doesn't have cruise control." As the officer writes out the ticket, the driver  looks over  at his wife and growls, "Can't  you please keep your mouth shut for  once?" The wife smiles demurely and says, "You should be thankful your radar detector went off when it did." As the officer makes out the second ticket for the  illegal  radar detector unit, the man glowers  at his wife and says through  clenched teeth, "Darn it, woman, can't you keep your mouth shut?" The officer frowns and says, "And I notice that you're not wearing your seat belt, sir. That's an  automatic $75 fine." The driver says, "Yeah, well,  you see officer, I had it on,  but took it off when you pulled me over so that I could get my license out  of my back pocket." The wife says, "Now, dear, you know very well that you didn't have your seat belt on. You never wear your  seat belt when you're  driving."  
 
And as the police officer is writing out the third  ticket  the driver turns to his wife and  barks, "WHY DON'T YOU PLEASE SHUT UP??"  
 
The officer looks over at the woman  and asks, "Does your  husband always talk to  you this way, Ma'am?"  
 
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		 An old man was sitting on a bench at the mall. A young man walked up to the  
bench and sat down. The young man had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, blue, and yellow. The old man just stared. Every time the young man looked, the old man was staring. The young man finally said sarcastically, "What's the matter old timer, never done anything wild in your life?"  
 
Without batting an eye, the old man replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a parrot. I was just wondering if you were my son." 
		
		
		
		
		
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		 SOMETHING TO OFFEND EVERYONE! 
 
What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball? 
Juan on Juan 
 
What is a Yankee? 
The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. 
 
What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover? 
The position of the dirt bag 
 
Why is divorce so expensive? 
Because it's worth it. 
 
What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? 
Doughnuts? 
 
Why is air a lot like sex? 
Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any 
 
What do you call a smart blonde? 
A golden retriever. 
 
What do attorneys use for birth control? 
Their personalities. 
 
What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife? 
45 lbs 
 
What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband? 
45 minutes 
 
What's the fastest way to a man's heart? 
Through his chest with a sharp knife. 
 
Why do men want to marry virgins? 
They can't stand criticism. 
 
Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking? 
Because those men already have boyfriends. 
 
What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog? 
After a year, the dog is still excited to see you 
 
What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying? 
The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving. 
 
Why don't bunnies make noise when they have sex? 
Because they have cotton balls. 
 
What's the difference between a porcupine and BMW? 
A porcupine has the pricks on the outside. 
 
What did the blonde say when she found out she e was pregnant? 
"Are you sure it's mine?" 
 
Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex? 
Mace will do that to you. 
 
Why did OJ Simpson want to move to West Virginia? 
Everyone has the same DNA. 
 
Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact? 
Breasts don't have eyes. 
 
Did you hear about the dyslexic Rabbi? 
He walks around saying "Yo." 
 
Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays? 
Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it. 
 
Where does an Irish family go on vacation? 
A different bar. 
 
Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a retarded baby? 
They named him "Sum Ting Wong 
 
What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other? 
A speech impediment. 
 
What does it mean when the flag at the Post Office is flying at half-mast? 
They're hiring. 
 
What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo? 
A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with... "a recipe". 
 
How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word? 
Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*! 
 
What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale? 
A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time..." A southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain't gonna believe this %$%$%$%$..." 
 
Why is there no Disneyland in China? 
No one's tall enough to go on the good rides 
		
		
		
		
		
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Dear diary,  
 
I think my husband wants to leave me. Today, when I got home from work, he was distant and uncommunicative. I asked what was wrong but he said nothing was the matter. I knew he was lying but I couldn't get anything out of him. We went to a lovely dinner and I couldn't get him to engage in meaningful conversation, all I got was simple answers and that distant look. On the drive home I could tell something was the matter but I didn't want to push the issue. After we got home I could tell he was still somewhere else, so I thought if I cozied up to him and we made love it would help, but it didn't seem to improve his dour disposition much. I'm sure he must be thinking of leaving me. I don't know what to do.  
 
 
His:  
 
Dear diary,  
 
Patriots lost today, but at least I got layed. 
		
		
		
		
		
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