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cymru am byth
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Sept 2006, 22:40 · [Salvaged from Archive]
Donald Rumsfeld is giving the President his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed in an accident
OH DEAR GOD NO! exclaims George W. Bush.
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits weeping, head in hands. Finally the President, devastated, looks up and asks, Exactly how many is a Brazilian?
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Whats the difference between Michael Jackson and greyhound racing????? The greyhounds wait for the hairs to come out
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A recent survey conducted in the UK asked women if their twat itched after sex. 90% said no he just rolls over, farts and goes to sleep.
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What do a gynaecologist and a pizza chef have in common? They can both smell it but cant eat it
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Jack was walking down the street when he came to a ladder so far up he could not see the top. There was a Sign on the ladder-saying, climb this ladder to success. He thought wow I need a bit of luck so he climbed and climbed and climbed until he reached the top, Waiting for him was a man with the biggest prick hed ever seen. Jack said who are you? The man replied ah!! IM CESS.
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A teacher asks her class to use the word contagious in a sentence.
Roland, the class swot, gets up and says,
Last year I got the Flu and my Mum said it was contagious.
Well done, Roland says the teacher. Can anyone else try?
Katie, a sweet little girl with pigtails, says,
My grandma says theres a bug going round, and its contagious.
Well done, Katie says the teacher.
Anyone else?
Little Irish Shaun jumps up and says: in a broad Irish accent,
Our next door neighbour is painting his house with a two-inch brush and my Dad says:
it will take the contagious
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A dwarf goes to the doctor and says; doctor every time it rains I get a sore pussy! Its been pouring down today so Ive come to see you straight away. The doc says; hop up on the bed and lets have a look
mmmm he says I see your problem. He gets out his scissors
snip, snip snip
how does that feel? He says. OoOOoo thats much better doctor what have you done?
Well Ive just cut a couple of inches off the top of your wellies. |
tgd_02
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Sept 2006, 23:19 · [Salvaged from Archive]
dont fucking get it |
AllisterFiend
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Sept 2006, 23:22 · [Salvaged from Archive]
The first one's pretty funny :) |
cymru am byth
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Sept 2006, 23:45 · [Salvaged from Archive]
don't get which one? |
tgd_02
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Sept 2006, 23:59 · [Salvaged from Archive]
uhh last 3 |
AllisterFiend
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 2 Sept 2006, 00:02 · [Salvaged from Archive]
Yeah... I didn't get those either... lol |
cymru am byth
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 2 Sept 2006, 05:17 · [Salvaged from Archive]
sorry guys, must be british humour, the sign said climb ladder to success and the guy's name was cess (suck cess)
if you say it will take the c.u.n.t ages in an irish accent it sounds like contagious
and wellies is short for wellington boots, they were rubbing on her pussy making it sore because she was a dwarf |
Ace1875
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 2 Sept 2006, 05:39 · [Salvaged from Archive]
^^^Now its much better |
tgd_02
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 2 Sept 2006, 21:38 · [Salvaged from Archive]
o..
got it...
thnx |
Commando80
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 3 Sept 2006, 16:53 · [Salvaged from Archive]
First one FTW! :lol: |
Thanatos
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 20 Sept 2006, 23:32 · [Salvaged from Archive]
sorry if this has been asked b4 - wot does FTW mean? |
Spleen
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 20 Sept 2006, 23:35 · [Salvaged from Archive]
For the win |
tim2x
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 20 Sept 2006, 23:48 · [Salvaged from Archive]
For the win
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
Big Ozzie
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 20 Sept 2006, 23:54 · [Salvaged from Archive]
For the win
REALLY?
Back in my day it meant FUCK THE WORLD!
FTW was an old biker patch worn by 1%r's on their cutoffs,
but that is going back 30-40 years ago. |
tim2x
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 28 Sept 2006, 04:01 · [Salvaged from Archive]
For the win
REALLY?
Back in my day it meant FUCK THE WORLD!
FTW was an old biker patch worn by 1%r's on their cutoffs,
but that is going back 30-40 years ago.
Now which one of us explains what 1%ers are to the infants? |
Hypothetical
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 1 Oct 2006, 08:47 · [Salvaged from Archive]
I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a
residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!
Little did I suspect.
I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns
and
slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot
out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.
It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road
when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but
there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to
run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel
should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the
impact.
Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of
themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was
standing
on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast
resolve
in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible
second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was
squirrel
for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The
leap was nothing short of spectacular...
He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely
in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I
would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the
attack.
Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of
activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding
gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry
little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a
quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a
squirrel.
And losing...
I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally
managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil
rodent
off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I
recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It
really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the
pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have
headed home.
No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel.
This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel.
This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!
Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and,
with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump
and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his
rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also
managed
to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not
improved at all.
His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was
startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw,
only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my
jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand
and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie
can only have one result.
TORQUE.
This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at
it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.
The squirrel screamed in anger.
The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.
I screamed in . well . I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather
glove
and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet
residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on
his back.
The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on
the handlebars and try to get control of the bike.
This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really
did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car.
Also,
I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle... my brain was
just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it
had
little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser.
About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient
attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant
NAZI
attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE
my
full-face helmet with me.
As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am
quite sure my screaming changed intensity.
It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon
maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so
her front end started to drop.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove,
roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy
squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By
now, the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally I got the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again,
pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I
could. This time it worked ... sort-of.
Spectacularly sort-of ..so to speak.
Picture a new scene.
You are a cop.
You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and
parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.
Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one
leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming
bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live
squirrel grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams.
They weren't mine...
I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the
front
wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop
in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street.
I would have returned to 'fess up' (and to get my glove back). I
really
would have.
Really...
Except for two things.
First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned
about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of
the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side
was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly
moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat
was
standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.
So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the
professionals handle it" anyway.
That was one thing.
The other?
Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and
upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the
squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me.
That is one dangerous squirrel.
...And now he has a patrol car. |
Thanatos
Salvaged from Archive | Posted: 4 Oct 2006, 23:26 · [Salvaged from Archive]
That was.....crap |
