Just checked my email and the only thing worth reading was this; An elderly man in Louisiana had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple, and peach trees. One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over. He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end. One of the women shouted to him, 'we're not coming out until you leave!' The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.' Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed the alligator...' (Some old men can still think fast.)
British poet laureate pens ode to injured Beckham - Yahoo! News O Beckham, where art thou? David Beckham has become an unlikely muse to Britain's poet laureate, who has written a verse about the soccer star's career-threatening injury. The former England captain tore his Achilles tendon in a game on Sunday and will miss the World Cup in June as he recovers from surgery. Carol Ann Duffy's poem imagines Beckham as the ancient Greek hero Achilles, who according to myth was dipped as a baby in the River Styx, making him invulnerable — except for his exposed heel, the origin of the modern terms Achilles tendon, and Achilles heel.
Heres a great one I heard just today. "How can you tell when an Irishman is getting over his cold? He tries to blow the head off the cough syrup". :lol: :lol: :lol:
How do you stop a clown from laughing? BY CHOPPING HIM IN THE FACE WITH AN AXE. (One of those that get funny with its idiotic over the top manner, took my 15 minutes to find the humor in it.)
That's right up there with: What's black, white, red all over and can't use revolving doors? A nun with a spear through her head
"Man I was so wasted last night that I woke up this morning next to a stranger" "I was so drunk that I woke up in a pool of my own piss" "I was so drunk that I blew chunks" "Thats not even that bad!" "You dont get it..... Chunks is the name of my dog...."