Archive for May, 2006

Fluffy Toys

May 31st, 2006

A guy met a girl at a nightclub and she invited him back to her place for the night. She still lived with her parents, but they were out of town, so this was the perfect opportunity.

They got back to her house and they went into her bedroom. When guy walked in the door, he noticed all sorts of fluffy toys. There’s hundreds of them; fluffy toys on top of the wardrobe, fluffy toys on the bookshelf and window sill – there’s more on the floor, and of course fluffy toys all over the bed.

Later, after they’ve had sex, the guy turned to her and asked, “So, how was I?”

She replied, “Well, you can take anything from the bottom shelf.”

Rubber Thingy

May 31st, 2006

An old man gets on a crowded bus and no one gives him a seat. As the bus shakes and rattles, the old man’s cane slips on the floor and he falls.

As he gets up, a seven-year-old kid, sitting nearby, turns to him and says, “If you put a little rubber thingy on the end of your stick, it wouldn’t slip.”

The old man snaps back, “Well, if your daddy did the same thing seven years ago, I would have a seat today.”

The Jar

May 30th, 2006

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar…and the 2 cups of coffee..

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes.”

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ” I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions — things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else — the small stuff.

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18.
There will always be time to clean the house and “fix the disposal.”

Take care of the golf balls first — the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.”

Hitchhiking

May 30th, 2006

A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night in the middle of a terrible rainstorm, and no cars were on the road. The storm was so strong the guy could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.

Suddenly, he saw a car come toward him and stop. The guy, without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door. Only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car started to move very slowly.

The guy looked at the road and saw a curve coming his way. Petrified, he started to pray, begging for his life. He had not come out of shock when, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and moved the steering wheel. The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared every time the car was approaching a curve.

Finally, although terrified, the guy managed to open the door and jump out of the spooky car. Without looking back, the guy ran through the storm all the way to the nearest town. Soaking wet, exhausted, and in a state of utter shock, the pale, visibly shaken guy, walked into a nearby bar and asked for two shots of screech.

Then, still trembling with fright, he started telling everybody in the bar about the horrible experience he just went through with the spooky car with no driver and the mysterious hand that kept appearing. Everyone in the bar listened in silence and became frightened, listening to this erie story. Hairs stood on end when they realized the guy was telling the truth because he was crying and definitely not drunk!

About half an hour later, two guys walked into the same bar and one said to the other, “Look, me son, there’s the arsehole who got into the car while we were pushing it!”

Women & Age

May 30th, 2006

Age 8: Looks at herself and sees Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, etc.

Age 15: Looks at herself and sees Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Cheerleader, or if she is PMS’ing: sees Fat, Pimples, UGLY.. “Mom I can’t go out looking like this”

Age 20: Looks at herself and sees too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too straight, too curly but decides she’s going anyway.

Age 30: Looks at herself and sees too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too straight, too curly, but decides she doesn’t have time to fix it so she’s going anyway.

Age 40: Looks at herself and sees too fat, too thin, too short, too tall, too straight, too curly, and says “at least I’m clean”, and goes anyway.

Age 50: Looks at herself and sees “I am” and goes where ever she wants to.

Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can’t even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.

Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter, and ability…goes out and enjoys life.

Age 80: Doesn’t bother to look. Just puts on a red hat and goes out to participate in the world.

Age 90: Can’t see so doesn’t worry about it!

The Seven Dwarfs

May 29th, 2006

The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican and, because they have requested an audience, and as they are THE Seven Dwarfs, they are ushered in to see the Pope.

Dopey leads the pack. “Dopey, my son,” says the Pope, “what can I do for you?”

Dopey asks, “Excuse me, Your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?”

The pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment, and answers, “No, Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome.”

In the background a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Dopey turns around and gives them a glare, silencing them. Dopey turns back, “Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?”

The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, “No, Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe.”

This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Dopey turns around and silences them with an angry glare. Dopey turns back and says, “Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?”

“I’m sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.”

The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks as they begin chanting…

“Dopey screwed a penguin! Dopey screwed a penguin!”

Mysteries of the Bra

May 29th, 2006

A man walked into the Women’s Department of Macy’s in New York City. He told the saleslady “I would like a Baptist bra for my wife, size 36B.”

With a quizzical look the saleslady asked? “What kind of bra?” He repeated “A Baptist Bra” – She said to tell you that she wanted a Baptist Bra, and that you would know what she wanted.”

“Ah, now I remember” said the saleslady. “We don’t get as many requests for them as we used to. Mostly our customers lately want the Catholic bra, or the Salvation Army bra, or the Presbyterian type.”

Confused, and a little flustered, the man asked “So, what are the differences?”

The lady responded. “It is all really quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses. The Salvation Army lifts up the fallen, Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright.” He mused on that information for a minute, and asked “So, what is the Baptist type for?” “They,” she replied, “make mountains out of mole-hills.”

Interesting Facts

May 28th, 2006
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