Humor 9
Police today warned all men who frequent clubs and parties to
stay cautious
when offered drinks by women. Females are using a date rape drug called
"beer" to target unsuspecting men. This drug comes in liquid
form and is
available nearly everywhere.
"Beer" is used by female predators to persuade helpless male victims
to go
home with them. Women need only persuade a man to consume a few of these
"beers" and then ask him home for no-strings-attached sex -
a simple
approach that renders most men helpless.
After several "beers" , men will have sex with even unattractive
women.
Often men awaken with only hazy memories of the night before, a horrible
headache, and a vague feeling that something bad happened. Some
really
unfortunate men are even separated from their life savings in a scam called
a "relationship".
In extreme cases, females have entrapped unsuspecting males into long-term
servitude through a punishment called "marriage". Apparently, men are
much
more susceptible to this scam once "beer" is administered.
Forward this warning to every male you know. Male support groups exist in
every major city where you can discuss the ugly details of your encounter in
an open and frank manner with similarly affected, like-minded guys.
For the support group nearest you, look in the Yellow Pages under
"Golf
Courses".
A man came to visit his grandparents, and he noticed his
grandfather sitting
on the porch, in the rocking chair, wearing only a shirt, with nothing on
from the waist down. "Grandpa, what are you doing?
You're pecker is out in the wind for everyone to see!" he exclaimed. The
old
man looked off in the distance without answering.
"Grandpa, what are you doing sitting out here with nothing on below the
waist?" he asked again.
The old man slowly looked at him and said, "Well ... last week I sat out
here with no shirt on, and I got a stiff neck.
This is your grandma's idea.."





One
day, vhile fishing under da I-94
bridge in West Central Wisconsin, Lars made a confession to Ole and Sven.
"Ve all been friends for tirty years and been truough a lot togedder. I
never told ya dis before cause I didn't vonna ruin our friendship, but I'm
gay."
Ole
looked over at Sven and said, "We kinda figured dat out a vhile back, but
vasn't gonna say nutting cause ve din't vanna embarrass you."
Lars
thanked them for their understanding and continued, "Da reason I'm tellin'
ya dis is cause I got AIDS and I got only six munts ta liv. You are da only
family I got and I vant ya to promise me dat ya vont let dem barry me. I'm
scared of dem caskets. I vanna be cremated. Den, I vant ya to trow my ashes
from dat bridge into dis river vhere ve've spent so much time togedder."
Ole
and Sven wiped back a few tears, then agreed to do what their friend asked.
By
Golly, six munts later Lars up and died. They vere standin' on da bridge vith
da ashes. Ole vas about to trow them out vhen Sven stops him: "Vait, you
gotta say sumting," he says.
"I
don't know vhat to say. I never waz much bout goin' to church" Ole
admitted.
Sven,
he scratch his head, "Yust say somting....anyting, Make it rhyme."
Ole, he tought about it a vhile and started trowing the ashes out over the river and said, "Ashes ta ashes, Dus ta dus, If you liked vomen, You'd be here vith us
Irish
Beer
At
a world brewing convention in the States, the CEOs of various brewing
organizations retired to the bar at the end of each day's conference.
Bruce,
CEO of Fosters, shouted to the Barman, "In 'Strylya, we make the
best bloody beer in the world, so pour me a bloody Fosters, mate."
Bob,
CEO of Budweiser, calls out next, "In the States, we brew the
finest beers of the world, and I make the king of them all, gimme a
Bud."
Hans
steps up next, "In
Paddy,
CEO of Guinness, steps forward, "Barman, would ya give me a Diet
Coke with ice and lemon? Tanks."
The
others stare at him in stunned silence, amazement written all over their
faces.
Eventually
Bruce asks, "Are you not going to have a Guinness, Pat?"
Paddy replies, "Well, if you fookin' pansies aren't drinkin', then neither am I!
PRE-SCHOOL
TEST
Pre-school children were asked the following
question:
"In which direction is the bus pictured
below traveling?"

Look carefully at the picture.
Do you know the answer?
The only possible answers are
"left" and "right."
V
V
V
V
V
Think about it .
V
V
V
V
V
Still don't know?
V
V
V
V
V
Okay, I'll tell you.
V
V
V
V
V
The pre-schoolers all answered
"left."
When asked, "Why do you think the bus is
traveling in the left direction?" they answered:
"Because you can't see the door."
Feel pretty silly now, don't you?
I know ... me, too.
The doctor that had been seeing an
80-year-old
woman for most of her
life finally retired. At her next checkup, the
new doctor told her to
bring a list of all the medicines that had been
prescribed for her.
As the young doctor was looking through these,
his eyes grew wide as he
realized she had a prescription for birth
control pills. "Mrs. Smith, do
you realize these are BIRTH CONTROL pills?
"Yes, they help me sleep at night."
"Mrs. Smith, I assure you there is absolutely
NOTHING in these that
could possibly help you sleep!"
She reached out and patted the young doctor's
knee. "Yes, dear, I know
that, but every morning, I grind one up and mix
it in the glass of
orange juice that my 16 year old granddaughter
drinks...
And believe me, it helps me sleep at night.
You gotta like Grandmas!!!!!
You
have to like to eat road kill chili to appreciate this one. And so it
goes. JP
A young cowboy walks into a seedy cafe in Laramie, Wyoming. He sits at
the counter and notices an old cowboy with his arms folded staring
blankly at a full bowl of chili. After fifteen minutes of just sitting
there staring at it, the young cowboy bravely asks the old cowpoke, "If
you
ain't gonna eat that, mind if I do?"
The older cowboy slowly turns his head toward the young wrangler and in
His best cowboy manner says,"Nah, go ahead."
Eagerly, the young cowboy reaches over and slides the bowl over to his
place and starts spooning it in with delight. He gets nearly down to
the bottom and notices a dead mouse in the chili. The sight was shocking
and he immediately pukes up the chili into the bowl.
The old cowboy quietly says, "Yep, that's as far as I got, too."
Shot from the USS
HONOLULU (Los
Angeles-class fast attack submarine) at the Arctic Circle, 280 miles from the
North Pole--is there
anything that scares a polar bear?

It's always
nice to have rock solid information on the weather .
A definite entrepreneurial spirit . .

It's good to focus on what's important . .

Consider yourself warned .

Let's get all bases covered . .

Clearly, you're not wanted on this property!

And who said politics is boring?

And, finally, the many shades of meaning