Monday, April 30, 2012
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Please excuse the four-letter words toward the end of the following story...I would have deleted them, but the story wouldn't be the same.
A young Jewish couple got married and went on their honeymoon. When they got back,the bride immediately called her mother.
"Well", said her mother, "so how was the honeymoon?"
"Oh mama", she replied, "The honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic"... Suddenly she burst out crying.
"But, mama, as soon as we returned, Sam started using the most horrible language – things I'd never heard before!
I mean, all these awful four-letter words!
You've got to take me home!!
"Sarah, Sarah", her mother said, "Calm down!
You need to stay with your husband and work this out. Now, tell me, what could be so awful?
WHAT four-letter words?"
"Please don't make me tell you, mama," wept the daughter. "I'm so embarrassed, they're just too awful!
COME GET ME, PLEASE!!"
"Darling, baby, you must tell me what has you so upset. Tell your mother these horrible four-letter words!"
Sobbing,the bride said,"Oh, Mama...he used words like: "DUST, WASH, IRON, and COOK...
"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes," said her mother.
Friday, April 27, 2012
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P.S. Don't miss the tomorrow Sunday's joke. I bet you would laugh until your pant falls down.
Friday, April 20, 2012
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Sunday, April 08, 2012
Not allowed to smoke inside, Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.
Arlene: What in the hell is that?
Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene: Where did you get it?
Jane: You can get them at any pharmacy.
The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local pharmacy and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what brand of condom she prefers.
'Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.'
The pharmacist fainted.
Saturday, April 07, 2012