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  • sepe

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    REMINDER....
    Today is National "Hug a dumass" Day so don't freak out like you did last year when someone tries to give you a hug.

    I always get texts like that from a few friends. A few Aussie friends would send "hug a spastic day". Either they're telling me something or many of my friends are just plain mean.
     

    goinggreyfast

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    In Honor of Valentine's Day

    ValentinesBacon.jpg



    Redneck Valentine's Day Poems:

    Your hair is like cornsilk,
    A-flappin’ in the breeze.
    Softer than Blue’s,
    And without all them fleas.

    When you hold me real tight,
    Like a padded gunrack,
    My life is complete;
    Ain’t nuttin’ I lack.

    Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie,
    With a RC cold drank,
    We go together,
    Like a skunk goes with stank.

    Some men, they buy chocolate
    For Valentine’s Day;
    They git it at Wal-mart,
    It’s romantic that way.



    Kinda brings a tear to yer eye, don't it?
     

    Effingham

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    The following is the longest -- and most full of "win" -- letter ever left on a car with a dent in the side. If you can, read to the end. If you can't, just skip to the end for the payoff.

    Dear Car Owner,


    You may have noticed the dent on the left side of your car. If not, allow me to draw your attention to it now. As you can see, it is there, and so is this note, and now two and two are getting put together in your head. Allow me to confirm your suspicions: The dent and note are connected. I have dented your car and wish to apologize for it.







    Got it pretty good there, didn't I? You get that kind of denting action from your core muscles; that's where the power is.








    One question you're certainly asking by now is, "How can this note be so long?" Or perhaps, "How can this ****ing note be so long?" depending on your level of anger. The note's length is due to the fact that this is not just a simple note of apology, nor an offer to pay for the damages, nor an attempt to identify myself, nor really an endeavor to do anything concrete about this situation at all. Those are simple matters, briefly explained. I've got different motives, which I'll get in to in due time, but first and foremost, I guess I just wanted to explain myself so that you don't hate me forever. I have this thing where I can't be hated. Who likes being hated? I bet you don't. You see? We already have something in common.


    (I also like puppies and chocolate ice cream and vaginal sex. See? More things we have in common. These things forming right now? They're called bonds. They may be awkward, uncomfortable bonds, like an uncle hugging you from behind, but they're real. Don't try to struggle.)


    Where was I? Oh right, the dent. That actually has a funny story, and I encourage you to sit down while reading it, if only to brace yourself for the deluge of mirth that's about to spray all over your face like a dirty mouthwash commercial. Sit down in the car, maybe put the seat back a couple of notches and relax. Also put the key in the ignition and have a look at the gas gauge. How's that look? Please keep relaxing, it's critical to keep relaxing; that deluge of mirth will shatter you if you remain tense.







    That's funny. You don't remember pushing your car to work this morning.








    Some gas is missing, isn't it? Previously I have noticed that your car was parked here unattended for hours every day, I guess because you work nearby. Congratulations! In this economy, having steady work is good news. I certainly don't have that luxury, as you may have gathered by my ability to stake out parked cars for entire days. Truly, you are one of the lucky ones, and I hope you remember your fortune throughout this, as your dent is repaired, and your gas tank is refilled, and your car is seized by the police.


    About that coming seizure: Having noticed the car was available from late morning throughout the early afternoon every weekday, I decided to borrow it. You might say that I stole it, and the courts would probably agree, but with the car back in your possession (not withstanding the fact that the police will shortly be seizing it from you), I think that morally what I did can't be considered stealing. "Nah, he's OK," I imagine Jesus saying, with a dismissive hand wave.







    "Relax."








    So, having not stolen your car, I proceeded to drive it into the deep woods, where my cousin makes bootleg Louis Vuitton goods out of this massive roll of LV-branded leather he bought off a shady Chinese guy a few months ago. We distribute these fine, cheap goods through a network of dealers who are, as you can imagine, all incredibly unethical. You try getting a Corporate Social Responsibility report from a guy whose entire operation is a blanket and a fast pair of shoes. That's why I needed your car in the first place. Given the absolute surety I have that my distribution chain will snitch on me the second they're busted -- which they are, at an amusingly high rate -- I have to disguise my identity using borrowed cars and a variety of not-borrowed wigs. I can't really return the wigs for hygiene reasons, and if I'm being honest, that probably should have stopped me from stealing the wigs in the first place as well.







    "Ewwwwwwwgh."








    Anyway, after loading up the trunk with Louis Vuitton Slankets and codpieces and car bras, I left the deep woods and returned back to civilization, or at least the kind of civilization that buys fake LV Slankets and codpieces and car bras.







    So many regrettable things in this picture, and amazingly, GM was responsible for only one of them.








    But just as I completed my last delivery, flashing lights filled the rearview mirror. I presumed at the time that the cops had finally gotten wind of me, but now I wonder if they were looking for your car specifically. Is it possible you are yourself a wanted felon? You might not even know; I kind of just fell into felony myself. Have you perjured yourself, perhaps? That's an easy one to miss.


    The resulting chase was fantastic, and if you are at all curious what your car can do at the edges of its performance envelope, I highly encourage you to check out the evening news tonight. Big dirty old four-wheel drifts around hairpins, and bootleg turns, and this one insane jump off of one of those car-transporting trucks over a school bus full of clapping children. You will ****, as will, I suppose, your insurance company.







    Seconds later, alt.sex.slashpics.flo.poop is created ...








    The dent! I almost forgot about the dent, that beautiful dent that started this whole note-reading journey. Well, after my escape, I returned the car here, unmolested. And then deliberately smashed the door with a tire iron. "**** you, door," I said, meaning every word of it.


    You see, I needed some visible damage to the car, something beyond the horrendous but unseen suspension damage I'd already caused. I needed something you'd notice, something to make you angry, and something to make you read the note under your windshield. The entire note. Including the longer words that you probably had to read twice. I'm guessing it took you between three to five minutes to read this, which turns out to be the average response time for our city's finest for high-priority calls. If I've timed this right -- and I've put in a lot of effort on this point -- then you should be hearing the sirens now, coming to arrest the faux-couture Slanket deliveryman who, thanks to a lot of evidence I've left in the trunk, they will think is you. It turns out that I've actually been watching you this whole time -- Hi there! -- waiting for you to find the note, before I called the po-po.


    Why would I do such a thing, you ask? Because of the dent, man, because of the dent. Not this dent. The first dent. The dent that YOU made six months ago, when you levered your enormous ass out of your tiny car, smashing the door into the side of MY car. It took me that long to hunt you down, that long to set up a fake designer leather goods racket, that long to save up for and attend a three-day stunt driving school. That long to concoct just the right delay in a batch of disappearing ink. Are the words getting fainter now? Well hopefully you'll have just enough time to read this last sentence, a homily of sorts, admonishing you to leave a ****ing note the next time you dent someone's car.
     

    Effingham

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    Have to add one I just was handed today:


    A sales manager got a complaint that his salesmen were returning from lunch drunk & stinking of gin. He told his people to switch to vodka martinis so they wouldn't stink of booze.

    After a week he told his people to switch back to the gin martinis. He said he would rather have customers think his people were drunks instead of stupid.
     

    Suprtek

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    The Magic Green Cap ...

    The other day I needed to go to the emergency room after a home mishap. Not wanting to sit there for 4 hours, I put on my MAGIC GREEN CAP. When I went into the E.R., I noticed that 3/4 of the people got up and left.

    I guess they decided that they weren't that sick after all. Cut at least 3 hours off my waiting time.

    Here's the cap.
    US-Border-Patrol-Cap.gif


    It also works at BMV. It saved me 5 hours.

    At the Laundromat, three minutes after entering, I had my choice of any machine, most still running.

    But...don't try it at McDonald's. The whole crew got up and left and l never got my order!
     
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    Hope this isnt a repeat....
    A Florida senior citizen drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership.Taking off down the road, he pushed it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left. "Amazing," he thought as he flew down I-75, pushing the pedal even more. Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a Florida State Trooper, blue lights flashing and siren blaring. He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120. Suddenly he thought, "What am I doing? I'm too old for this!" and pulled over to await the trooper's arrival.

    Pulling in behind him, the trooper got out of his vehicle and walked up to the Corvette. He looked at his watch, then said, "Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a new reason for speeding--a reason I've never before heard -- I'll let you go."

    The old gentleman paused then said: "Three years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back.

    "Have a good day, Sir," replied the trooper.
     

    williamsburg

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    i was downtown earlier today and seen a few officers talking to a midget. i guess someone pick pocketed the little guy. i heard one officer tell the other officer "i can't believe someone would stoop that low"
     

    hacksawfg

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    Funniest thing I've seen in a while was on someone's Facebook "If three people have sex, it's called a threesome. If two people have sex, it's called a twosome. Now you understand why people call me handsome."
     

    williamsburg

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    Funniest thing I've seen in a while was on someone's Facebook "If three people have sex, it's called a threesome. If two people have sex, it's called a twosome. Now you understand why people call me handsome."
    sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands to get the job done:laugh:
     

    Floater

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    Confucius say Learn to masturbate. Come in handy.


    I realize that neither this nor my post two posts up should probably count as "quality posts." :D
     

    williamsburg

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    After months of careful research, Bank of America have developed MALE & FEMALE Procedures for the proper usage of their Bank drive through ATM Machines, which other banks are thinking about implementing.

    MALE PROCEDURE:
    1. Drive up to the cash machine.
    2. Put down your car window.
    3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.
    4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.
    5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.
    6. Put window up.
    7. Drive off.

    FEMALE PROCEDURE:
    1. Drive up to cash machine.
    2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.
    3. Set parking brake, put the window down.
    4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.
    5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.
    6. Attempt to insert card into machine.
    7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.
    8. Insert card.
    9. Re-insert card the right way.
    10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.
    11. Enter PIN.
    12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.
    13. Enter amount of cash required.
    14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.
    15. Retrieve cash and receipt.
    16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.
    17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.
    18. Re-check makeup.
    19. Drive forward 2 feet.
    20. Reverse back to cash machine.
    21. Retrieve card.
    22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided!
    23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.
    24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.
    25. Redial person on cell phone.
    26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.
    27. Release Parking Brake.
     

    tmkr

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    Two fellers was going to the bathroom off a bridge. One of 'em said the water's cold, n' the other'n said it's deep. I recon one of 'em fellers was from Arkansas, git it?

    this is a prime example of the old adage,

    The first liar ain't got a chance :D
     

    Suprtek

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    After a very busy day, a commuter settled down in her seat and closed her eyes as the train departed Montreal for Hudson.

    As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to her pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice: "Hi sweetheart it's Eric, I'm on the train - yes, I know it's the six thirty and not the four thirty but I had a long meeting - no, honey, not with that floozie from the accounts office, with the boss. No sweetheart, you're the only one in my life - yes, I'm sure, cross my heart" etc., etc.

    Fifteen minutes later at St. Anne de Bellevue he was still talking loudly , when the young woman sitting next to him, who was obviously angered by his continuous diatribe, yelled at the top of her voice:

    "Hey, Eric, turn that stupid phone off and come back to bed!"
    My guess would be that Eric doesn't use his cell phone in public any longer.
     
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