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Post by specialk on Nov 10, 2006 11:30:49 GMT
was in the difference between brussel sprouts and bogeys
you can't get kids to eat brussel sprouts
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Post by CmonYouSpurs on Nov 10, 2006 11:40:21 GMT
Christmas is in my heart twelve months a year and thanks to credit cards, it's on my Visa card statement twelve months a year also.
Some of these new toys are so creative and inventive. This year they have a Neurotic Doll. It's wound up already.
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Post by specialk on Nov 10, 2006 11:56:15 GMT
#xmas# #xmas# #roflmao# #roflmao# #roflmao# #roflmao#
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Post by Admin on Nov 17, 2006 10:28:21 GMT
christmas IS a joke.. #Mad_anim#
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Post by specialk on Dec 17, 2006 10:35:18 GMT
Subject: Onions and Christmas Trees
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?
The father, surprised, answers, "Well, son, there's three kinds of breasts:
In her twenties, a women's breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions?"
"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, "Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases:
In his twenties, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his thirties and forties, it is a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
A Christmas tree?"
"Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."
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