And another "The art of Good Breakfasts" by Chris P. Bacon I have a really good joke book somewhere, but I can't find it!
I can hardly wait for the 2008 elections and what comes of it..........snot nosed imbaciles it should be louds of fun
In the days of the Wild West, there was a young cowboy who wanted more than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He practiced every minute of his spare time, but he knew that he wasn't yet first-rate and that there must be something he was doing wrong. Sitting in a saloon one Saturday night, he recognized an elderly man seated at the bar that had the reputation of being the fastest gun in the West in his day. The young cowboy took a seat next to the old-timer, bought him a drink, and told him the story of his great ambition. "Would you give me some tips?" he asked. The old man looked him up and down and said, "Well, for one thing, you're wearing your gun too high. Tie the holster a lil' lower down on your leg." "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man. "Sure will," said the old-timer. The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his 44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the cowboy. "Got any more tips for me?" "Yep," said the old man. "Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer hits it. That'll give you a smoother draw." "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man. "You bet it will," said the old-timer. The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur, then shot a cufflink off the piano player. "Wow!" said the cowboy. "I'm learning' somethin' here. Got any more tips?" The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon. "See that axle grease over there? Coat your gun with it." The young man went over to the can and smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun. "No," said the old-timer, "I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all." "Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man. "No," said the old-timer, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano, he's going to shove that gun up your butt and it won't hurt nearly as much."
Here's one. Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? It was dead. Why did the second monkey fall out of the tree? It was holding hands with the first monkey. Why did the third monkey fall out of the tree? He thought it was a game. Why did the fourth monkey fall out of the tree? Peer pressure. Why did the Elephant fall out of the tree? It thought it was a monkey. Why did the lion die? Four monkeys and an Elephant fell on top of it.
Patient bleeds dark green blood A team of Canadian surgeons got a shock when the patient they were operating on began shedding dark greenish-black blood, the Lancet reports. The man emulated Star Trek's Mr Spock - the Enterprise's science officer who supposedly had green Vulcan blood. In this case, the unusual colour of the 42-year-old's blood was down to the migraine medication he was taking. The man's leg surgery went ahead successfully and his blood returned to normal once he had eased off the drug. BBC NEWS | Health | Patient bleeds dark green blood
Slon I'm sure glad the chap taking the pic or placing flowers - hard to see, was not wearing non-regulation g-string spandex time for a pump .........
WATSON-but we still don't know how to get into the villain's hideout... HOLMES-I think you will find the way in is through a yellow door. WATSON-Brilliant! how did you know that? HOLMES-A lemon Entry, my dear Watson!