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Rocker Kid
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 04:23 · [Salvaged from Archive]
Some cannibals capture three dudes. They say: Were gonna eat all your insides and were gonna use your skins for the fabric in umbrellas. You all get one last wish.
The first guy asks for a quick painless death and they kill him in his sleep.
Dude two asks for a pen and paper to write a farewell to his friends and family.
Dude three says he wants a fork. The cannibals seem confused but they give him one. Suddenlt he sarts jabbing himself all over the place yelling "TO HELL WITH YOUR UMBRELLAS!!!" |
Vanguard
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 04:24 · [Salvaged from Archive]
I don't get it... |
Rocker Kid
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 04:29 · [Salvaged from Archive]
The skin will be an umbrella and if the umbrella has holes it useless. |
Ace1875
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 04:44 · [Salvaged from Archive]
I don't get it...
I thought the same had to go back and reread it from the begining...... lol |
Vanguard
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 04:49 · [Salvaged from Archive]
but still... he stabbed himself with a fork... I don't get it... and human skin umbrellas suck... when they go in the rain they just get really heavy from skin absorbing the mositure and then they would collapse... silly cannibals |
Rocker Kid
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 06:18 · [Salvaged from Archive]
I heard it on www.ajokeaday.com maybe I told it wrong.... |
Ace1875
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 11 Apr 2006, 17:08 · [Salvaged from Archive]
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the boys". I told my wife that I would be home by midnight ..promise!
Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around 2:30 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, I realized she'd probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick-witted solution, even when smashed, to escape a possible conflict.
The next morning my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her twelve o'clock. She didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!
She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock.
When I asked her why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said "oh shit," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted." |
