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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 5:23:59 AM   
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ORIGINAL: christine1

 
Two drunks were walking home along the railway tracks.
The first drunk says, "There's a hell of a lot of steps here."
The second drunk says, "I'll tell you what's worse, this hand rail is bloody low down"
 
Muffins were baking in an oven. One muffin turns to the other and says, "Holy Shit it's hot in here!" The other muffin says, "Holy Shit... A talking muffin!"
 
Ever wonder what fish smelled like before women went swimming?
 
Q. What do you do if a blonde throws a grenade at you?
A. Pull the pin and throw it back.


Q. What's the difference between a blonde and a mosquito?
A. When you smack the mosquito it stops sucking!!


Q. What do you call a blond with a brain?
A. A golden retriever.




MORE MORE,I WANT MORE!!!

luscious.....the Humoraholic!

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 5:56:35 AM   
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A man goes to the doctors and tells him he feels inadequate about the smallness of his manhood.
 
The doctor tells him there's a revolutionary operation where the surgeon implants tendons into the penis that have been removed from an elephant's trunk.
 
The man, very impressed about this, signs up and undergoes the operation, which is a complete success.
 
Feeling confident about the size of his manhood the man goes on his first date since the operation. He takes the lady to a restaurant and they begin flirting over the table, followed by a little footsie.
 
Suddenly the man feels the bulge in his trousers getting increasingly larger, to the point it's straining and causing pain, so to relieve the situation he opens his zip, giving his penis room to breathe. Suddenly, the lady, eyes wide in amazement, sees the man's huge member fly out from under the table only to grab a bread roll from the next table and disappear back into the man's trousers.
 
The lady says:"Bloody hell! That was incredible, I've never seen such a huge cock. Do it again!"
 
And the man replies:"I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't think I can fit another bread roll up my arse."

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:27:54 AM   
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Men Are Like...
Men are like placemats.

They only show up when there's food on the table.

Men are like mascara.

They usually run at the first sign of emotion.

Men are like bike helmets.

They are handy in an emergency, but otherwise they just look silly.

Men are like government bonds.

They take so long to mature.

Men are like parking spots.

The good ones are taken, and the rest are handicapped.

Men are like copiers.

You need them for reproduction, but that's about it.

Men are like lava lamps.

Fun to look at, but not very bright.

Men are like bank accounts.

Without a lot of money, they don't generate much interest.

Men are like high heels.

They're easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.

Men are like curling irons.

They're always hot, and they're always in your hair.

Men are like mini skirts.

If you're not careful, they'll creep up your legs.


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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:30:04 AM   
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i resemble that....

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:36:15 AM   
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I'll trot out my old, worn out chili contest joke:

The notes are from an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The Judge #3 called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili # 1 (Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili) Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 -- (Frank) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

Chili # 2 (Arthur's Afterburner Chili) Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Chili # 3 (Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili) Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.
Judge # 2 -- A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now.
Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all of the beer!

Chili # 4 (Bubba's Black Magic) Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds?
Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills.
That 300-lb. bitch is starting to look HOT... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Chili # 5 (Linda's Legal Lip Remover) Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato.
Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

Chili # 6 (Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety) Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
Judge #3-- I shit myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

Chili # 7 (Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili) Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Chili # 8 (Tommy's Toe-Nail Curling Chili) Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge # 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor dude, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?


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Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
Let go it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone

~~ Stone Temple Pilots

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:42:09 AM   
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Chili for dinner tonight.....thanks Level!!!!!

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:47:46 AM   
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My pleasure ; hmm, chili DOES sound good.......
 
A man boards an airplane, and takes his seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees the most beautiful woman he has ever seen boarding the plane.

He soon realizes she is heading straight towards his seat. A wave of nervous anticipation washes over him. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right beside his.
Anxious to strike up a conversation, he blurts out, "So where are you flying to today?"

She turns and smiles, and says, "To the annual Nymphomaniac Convention, in Chicago."

He swallows hard, and is instantly CRAZED with excitement. Here's the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, sitting RIGHT next to him, and she's going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his outward cool, he calmly asks, "And what's your role at this convention?"

She flips her hair back, turns to him, locks onto his eyes, and says, "Well, I try to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."

"Really" he says, swallowing hard. "And what myths are those?"

She explains: "Well, one popular myth is that African American men are the most well-endowed when, in fact, it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess this trait.

"Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who romance women best, on average."
"Very interesting," the man responds.

Suddenly, the woman becomes very embarrassed and blushes. "I'm sorry," she says, "I feel so awkward discussing this with you and I don't even know your name."
The man extends his hand and replies, "Tonto. Tonto Goldstein."




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Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
Let go it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone

~~ Stone Temple Pilots

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:51:28 AM   
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Sister Joan, by Paul Gilmartin

"Sister Joan, age 54, ignores the desert sun,
The stranded church bus smoking, no sign of anyone.
Buzzards circle overhead, panic starts to set.
The kids are getting restless, her habit soaked with sweat.
The minutes become hours, she wobbles in the heat.
Then, a distant engine roars, approaching from the East.
She squints through horn-rimmed glasses, her pure heart skips a beat.
Snake McGinty's Harley Hog, parts the dusty heat.
Black leather-clad from head to toe, his eyelids barely open,
Sister Joan says, "Holy Ghost, please tell me that you're joking."
He parks his bike, stands six foot four, then gives her a nod.
Through leather pants his manhood shows, she rolls her eyes at God.
"Havin' trouble?", he barely mumbles. "Yes sir", she replies.
He pops the hood, takes off his shirt, she covers up her eyes.
"Kids", she says, "Back on the bus. Everyone be good."
Her fingers part, her eyes take in his reflection off the hood.
She grips her rosary tight with guilt and stares down at her socks.
Her mind protects her vows with God, but her body picks the lock.
He bends to check the fan belt, her nipples say, "Hello".
Her eyes climb up his leather chaps like a snail with vertigo.
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head, her legs start feeling funny.
"Lord", she says, "For work like this, I'm making shitty money."
He shuts the hood, "My name is Snake, I'm wanted in five states."
She said, "Snake you're my forbidden fruit, and I need a little taste."
The kids look on in disbelief. The kiss is slow, then faster.
Cheering rocks the school bus, till she says "Snake let's ditch these bastards.
As they left, the kids screamed "No", she turned around and waved.
Her next confession killed a priest and lasted seven days.
For years the scandal rocked the church, but she regained their trust.
She still teaches Sunday school, but she doesn't drive the bus."
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Circus Love, by Paul Gilmartin

"Last call" announced the barkeep, and then their eyes did meet;
Betty the bearded lady, and Tom the four-inch freak.

Tom lowered his voice and made a pass, "What are you doin' later?"
Betty thought as she stroked her beard, "Nothin', sweet potater."

People pointed, jokes were made, but it fell on four deaf ears;
Tom thrust his tiny shoulders back, and ignored the painful jeers

"Betty," he said, "the world can be such a cruel, unfeeling place."
She said "I know, my little punkin," and kissed his tiny face

She carried him through the parking lot to the woods that lay beyond
Never before had either felt such an instant common bond

"Betty," he said, gazing down at his tiny platform shoe,
"Tonight I would like nothing more than to make sweet love to you."

She said "I'm a virgin," he said "So am I." She said "Don't you think that's weird?"
He said, "Not really, I'm four inches tall, and, y'know...you've got the beard."

She pressed him tight against her bosom, he inhaled her perfumed air
He covered her neck with tiny hickeys, and stroked her facial hair

The moonlight danced off his cowboy hat, she giggled and she swayed
She undid his tiny rhinestone belt; a cricket looked away

She set him down, unzipped her dress, still tipsy from the booze
She tripped pulling off her panties, and crushed him with her shoes

Bearded Betty never married, her mistake sure took its toll
She still owns that pair of shoes...and Tom's still in her sole."

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The Wisdom of Steven Wright

"Cross country skiing is great if you live in a small country"

"Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a quarter?"

"I bought a self learning record to learn Spanish. I turned it on and went to sleep; the record got stuck. The next day I could only stutter in Spanish."

"I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol."

"I got my driver's license photo taken out of focus on purpose. Now when I get pulled over the cop looks at it (moving it nearer and farther, trying to see it clearly)... and says, "Here, you can go."

"I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car. "

"I had some eyeglasses. I was walking down the street when suddenly the prescription ran out."

" play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window. "

"I poured spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone."

"I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take the old one out. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds amazing."

"I was born by Caesarean section, but you can't really tell... except that when I leave my house, I always go out the window."

"If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?"

"If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?"

"Last night somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates... When I pointed it out to my roommate, he said, "Do I know you?"

"My friend has a baby. I'm recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant."

"Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen."

"What's another word for Thesaurus?"

"When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually."

"When I was crossing the border into Canada, they asked if I had any firearms with me. I said, "Well, what do you need?"

"Why don't they make the whole plane out of that black box stuff."
-----------------------------

A guy walks into a bar with a pet alligator by his side. He puts the
alligator up on the bar.

He turns to the astonished patrons. "I'll make you a deal. I'll open
this alligator's mouth and place my genitals inside. Then the gator will
close his mouth for one minute. He'll then open his mouth and I'll
remove my unit unscathed. In return for witnessing this spectacle, each of
you will buy me a drink."

The crowd murmured their approval.

The man stood up on the bar, dropped his trousers, and placed his
privates in the alligator's open mouth. The gator closed his mouth as the
crowd gasped.

After a minute, the man grabbed a beer bottle and rapped the alligator
hard on the top of its head. The gator opened his mouth and the man
removed his genitals unscathed as promised.

The crowd cheered and the first of his free drinks were delivered.

The man stood up again and made another offer. "I'll pay anyone $100
who's willing to give it a try."

A hush fell over the crowd.

After a while, a hand went up in the back of the bar. A blonde timidly
spoke up. "I'll try, but you have to promise not to hit me on the head
with the beer bottle."
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A train hits a bus filled with Catholic school girls and they all perish. They are in heaven trying to enter the pearly gates when St. Peter asks the first girl, "Tiffany, have you ever had any contact with a male organ?"

She giggles and shyly replies, "Well, I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger."  St. Peter says,"Okay, dip the tip of your finger in the Holy Water and pass through the gate."

St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, "Jennifer, have you ever had any contact with a male organ?"  The girl is a little reluctant but replies, "Well, once I fondled and stroked one."

St. Peter says, "Okay, dip your whole hand in the Holy Water and pass through the gate."

All of a sudden, there is a lot ! of commotion in the lineof girls.  One girl is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches the front, St. Peter says, "Lisa!

What seems to be the rush?"

The girl replies, "If I'm going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I want to do it before Jessica sticks her ass in it."


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Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
Let go it's harder holding on
One more trip and I'll be gone

~~ Stone Temple Pilots

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:56:45 AM   
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hey...i'm twisted!!!! i started out this morning "indecent" and in the span of time it took me to respond to a chili joke, i somehow morphed into "twisted"...i'd like to thank the CM academy,Moderator 11, luscious, sexyred, Jeffffffffffff, and of course Level for the chili joke that started it all...damned writers strike has reduced me to this
~twisted sistah

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 6:58:10 AM   
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A bartender is in a bar, when this really hot chick walks up and says in a sexy seductive voice, "May I please speak to your manager?" He says, "Not right now, is there anything I can help you with?" She replies, "I don't know if your the man to talk to...its kind of personal..." Thinking he might get lucky, he goes, "I'm pretty sure I can handle your problem, miss." She then looks at him with a smile, and puts two of her fingers in his mouth...and he begins sucking them, thinking "I'm in!!!" She goes, "Can you give the manager something for me?" The bartender nods...yes. "Tell him there's no toilet paper in the ladies restroom."
 
 
 
A new guy in town walks into a bar and reads a sign that hangs over the bar... FREE BEER! FREE BEER FOR THE PERSON WHO CAN PASS THE TEST! So the guy asks the bartender what the test is.

Bartender replies "Well, first you have to drink that whole gallon of pepper tequila, the WHOLE thing at once and you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a 'gator out back with a sore tooth...you have to remove it with your bare hands. Third, there's a woman up-stairs who's never had an orgasm. You gotta make things right for her." The guy says, "Well, as much as I would love free beer, I won't do it. You have to be nuts to drink a gallon of pepper tequila and then get crazier from there.

Well, as time goes on and the man drinks a few, he asks, "Wherez zat teeqeelah?"

He grabs the gallon of tequilla with both hands, and downs it with a big slurp and tears streaming down his face. Next, he staggers out back and soon all the people inside hear the most frightening roaring and thumping, then silence. The man staggers back into the bar, his shirt ripped and big scratches all over his body.

"Now" he says "Where's that woman with the sore tooth?"



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He's the "boom" overwhelming...

He is my Master, my lover, my best friend my everything.

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 7:01:22 AM   
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 hoped he used a condom...gators are known to be pretty slutty lol

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 7:05:21 AM   
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ORIGINAL: lronitulstahp

 hoped he used a condom...gators are known to be pretty slutty lol


hehehe...

Two old drunks in a bar. The first one says, "Ya know, when I was 30 and got a hard-on, I couldn't bend it with either of my hands. By the time I was 40, I could bend it about 10 degrees if I tried really hard. "By the time I was 50, I could bend it about 20 degrees, no problem. I'm gonna be 60 next week, and now I can almost bend it in half with just one hand" "So," says the second drunk, "what's your point?" "Well," says the first, "I'm just wondering how much stronger I'm gonna get!"


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He's the "boom" overwhelming...

He is my Master, my lover, my best friend my everything.

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RE: Luscious's Laughter Lair - 2/3/2008 7:08:11 AM   
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ANARCHISM: You have two cows. The cows decide you have no right to do anything with their milk and leave to form their own society. ANARCHISM: You have two cows. You steal your neighbor's bull and ignore the government. ANARCHISM: You have two cows. Your neighbor hits you over the head with a brick, steals your cows, then shoots them for fun. You later discover that he is a Nazi. ARISTOCRATISM: You have two cows. You sell both and buy one really big cow - with a pedigree. ARTIST -- VISUAL: You have two cows. You stuff them and put them in glass display boxes. In London. AUSTRALIANISM: You have two cows. You take one to the beach and teach it to surf, then you bung the other one on the barbie, drink some VB, and laugh at the idea of a surfing cow.  (from Hannah and Gen) BAHRAINISM: You have two cows. Some high government official steals one, milks it, sells the milk and pockets the profit. The government tells you there is just one cow and not enough milk for the people. The people riot and scream death to the government and carry Iranian flags. The Parliament, after thinking for 11 months, decides to employ ten Bahrainis to milk all the cows at the same time to cut back on unemployment. BITCHISM: You're a cow!   (from Hannah and Gen) BRITISH: You have two cows. They are crazy. You try to sell them in Europe. BRITISH -- MAJOR: You have two cows. One has BSE. You get a vet to give the other one the all clear, and then declare there is no problem from BSE in your country. BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows. BUREAUCRACY: You have two cows. To register them, you fill in 17 forms in triplicate and don't have time to milk them. BUREAUCRACY -- EUROPEAN UNION: You have two cows. The EU loses one cow, milks the other and then spills the milk. BUREAUCRACY -- UNITED STATES: You have two cows. The government takes both, loses one while moving it to a farm in Puerto Rico and forgets to milk the other. CANADIANISM: You have two cows. The bank takes both of them, shoots one, throws away the milk and you shoot yourself. CAPITALISM: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. CAPITALISM -- AMERICAN: You have two cows. You sell one of them, and buy a bull. The cow and bull have a great love life; you sell the movie rights to Hollywood. Then you go into real estate. CAPITALISM -- HONG KONG You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt / equity swap with associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax deduction for keeping five cows. The milk rights of six cows are transferred via a Panamanian intermediary to a Cayman Islands company secretly owned by the majority shareholder, who sells the rights to all seven cows' milk back to the listed company. The annual report says that the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Meanwhile, you kill the two cows because the feng shui is bad. CENTRALISM: You have two cows. And a problem finding them in the middle of the field with 100,000,000 other cows. CONSERVATIVISM: You have two cows. You freeze the milk and embalm the cows. CONSERVATIVISM: You have two cows. You lock them up, and charge people to look at them. COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and gives you part of the milk. COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both cows. The government sells the milk in government stores. You can't afford the milk. You wither away. COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The state takes both, and gives you a little milk ... once. COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both and gives you spoiled milk. COMMUNISM -- CAMBODIAN: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you. COMMUNISM -- CAMBODIAN: You have two cows. The government sends a teenager in a red bandana to shoot them, then he shoots you. COMMUNISM -- CHINESE: You don't have any cows. The government sets up a joint venture with McDonald's. COMMUNISM -- CHINESE: You have two cows. You take care of them. The government takes all the milk, but you are encouraged to steal some of it back (before someone else does). COMMUNISM -- CHINESE - MAO STYLE: You have two pigs. The government launches a campaign to convince you to donate them "voluntarily" to provide meat for workers in the city. The government then declares that people don't need pigs to make pork. Quoting the correct phrases from your little red book, you and your neighbors try to create pork from sheer willpower. Your local party leader reports that you have exceeded all expectations. Your neighbors starve. COMMUNISM -- CUBAN - CASTRO STYLE: Fidel Castro has two cows. They are F1's, a cross between the Cebu cow and the Holstein cow. Only one cow, "White Udder," works. When she dies she is stuffed and placed in a museum by Castro, "The Dictator of the Cows," where "future generations could admire her magnificent udders." You have not seen cow milk since 1985. COMMUNISM -- CUBAN: You have two cows. Fidel tells you some undercover CIA agents have infected all of the cows in your region with a foreign disease that kills the cows. You and your family become malnourished. It begins to occur to you that Fidel doesn't know what he is talking about. COMMUNISM -- CUBAN: You no longer have any cows. They sailed to Miami. You still have no milk - but you do have Fidel. COMMUNISM -- "PURE": You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk. COMMUNISM -- "PURE": You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk. Well, maybe the local bully gets more, or a few neighbors band together to kill you so that there is more milk for everyone else. COMMUNISM -- SOVIET: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk. Then the government sends you to prison. COMMUNISM -- SOVIET: You have two cows. You count them and realize you have 
four cows. You drink more Vodka. You count the cows again and realize you have eleventy six cows. You drink even more Vodka. After a while, you realize that eleventy isn't a real number. You count the cows again and have two cows. You open another bottle of Vodka and try to drown the loss of eleventy four cows. 
DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk. DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. A vote is held, and the cows win. DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. They outvote you 2-1 to ban all meat and dairy products. You go bankrupt. DEMOCRACY -- AMERICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk and then blame Japan while border guards beat up Mexicans sneaking into the country. People are outraged for a week or so and then go back to televised sports where there's no violence. DEMOCRACY -- AMERICAN (a republic): You have two cows. The government exercises those powers delegated to it by the people, who are sovereign. The majority does not rule because the people and their representatives (elected, appointed and employed) are constrained by various checks and balances, including the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the three co-equal branches of government, and the 50 state republics (see, e.g., Article IV, section 4). So what the government does with your cows and with the milk from those cows depends on the interaction between the people and the checks and balances mentioned above. DEMOCRACY -- BRITISH: You have two cows. You feed them sheep's brains and they go mad. The government doesn't do anything. DEMOCRACY -- REPRESENTATIVE: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk. DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both cows and drafts you. DRMISM: You have two cows. You sell both of them, but all the milk still belongs to you. DUBAISM: You have two cows. You create a website for them and advertise them in all magazines. You create a Cow City or Milk Town for them. You sell off their milk before the cows have even been milked to both legitimate and shady investors who hope to resell the non-existent milk for a 100% profit in two years' time. You bring Tiger Woods to milk the cows first to attract attention. EGYPTIANISM: You have two cows. Both are voting for Moooooobarak! EUROPEAN UNIONISM: You have two goats. The EU declares them to be fruit in order to conform to a rare Belgian custom of making Cow Jam (jam being required to have at least 45% fruit). EUROPEAN UNIONISM: You have two cows. The EU develops a quota system that "limits the gas emissions from flatulent cows." You sell your carbon allotment, not the milk. FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk. FASCISM: You have two cows. You give the milk to the government and the government sells it. FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes one away and presses it into military service. FEUDALISM: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk. FRISBEETARIANISM: You have two cows. One of them flies up on the roof and gets stuck. You hope the government provides cow ladders. IDEALISM: You have two cows. You get married and your partner milks them. INDUSTRIALISM: You have two cows. You dissect them both and figure out how to build a milk-factory instead. INNOVATIONISM: You have two cows. You patent "cow" and claim license fees from all the milk of the world. ("All your milk are belong to us.") IRAQISM: The British Government sends in a herd of 20 cows in a trial run to help a village outside Basra. The villagers are extremely grateful for the extra milk and the health of the children improves daily. A terrorist group then kidnaps the cows and accuses them of being traitors to "the cause." The terrorists then produce signed confessions from the cows and systematically assassinates each one in front of Al Jazeera television cameras. KUWAITISM: Upon hearing how popular cows are in the Gulf region, a group of young male Kuwaitis buy a herd. Unfortunately, they attach so many accessories (ski-racks, 3500 watt sub-woofers, nipple lights, etc.) that the cows almost collapse under the weight and/or embarrassment. The herd are all tragically killed in a massive pile-up while their owners are attempting to perform donuts by the Towers. LEBANONISM: You have two cows. One is owned by Syria and the other is controlled by the government. LIBERALISM: You have two cows. You sell both to the rich. The government then taxes the rich one cow and gives it to the poor. LIBERALISM: You have two cows. You give away one cow and get the government to give you a new cow. Then you give them both away. LIBERTARIANISM: You have two cows. You let them do what they want. LIBERTARIANISM: Go away. What I do with my cows is none of your business. MARXISM/LENINISM: The proletarian cows unite and overthrow the bourgeoisie cowherds. The egalitarian democratic cow revolutionary state with the cow party as vanguard disintegrate over time. Marx choked on a veggie-burger before he could explain what happens to the use-value, exchange-value and sign-value of bovine leather. NAZISM: You have two cows. The government takes both and then shoots you. NEW DEALISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and pours the milk down the sink. The government insists there is a giant storage tank where all the milk goes. OMANISM: You have three cows. They are all healthy and produce good quality milk for sale at the market. Unfortunately, your son discovers that the money he received at the market can be used to buy beer. Your grand expansion plans for a new high-tech farm are put on hold indefinitely. PACIFISM: You have two cows. They stampede you. PEROTISM: You have two cows. You aren't allowed to sell the milk to Mexico. PLATONISM: You have two cows. You look for two other cows to milk. PLATONISM: You have a reflection of two perfect cows. Their milk tastes like water. You look for two real cows to milk. POLITICAL CORRECTNESSISM: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is a symbol of the phallocentric, warmongering, intolerant past) two differently aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of nonspecified gender. PROTECTIONISM: You have two cows. You can't buy a bull from another country. QATARISM: You have two cows. They've been sitting there for decades and no one realizes that cows can produce milk. You see what Dubai is doing, you go crazy and start milking the heck out of the cows in the shortest time possible. Then you realize no one wanted the milk in the first place. REDISTRIBUTIONISM: You have two cows. Everyone should have the same amount of cow. The government takes both cows, cuts them up, and spends more than the cows are worth giving everyone a little piece of cow. SAUDIISM: You have two cows. Since milking the cow involves nipples, the government decides to ban all cows in public. The only method to milk a cow is to have a cow on one side of a curtain and a guy milking the cow on the other side. SIMPSONISM: Don't have a cow man! SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes one of them and gives it to your neighbor. SOCIALISM -- BUREAUCRATIC: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. They are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs as the regulations say you should need. SOCIALISM -- PURE: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need. SOCRATIC METHODISM: How many cows do I have? Why? SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons. SURREALISM: You have two aardvarks. The government paints one green and requires you to take harmonica lessons. TALIBANISM: You have two cows. At first, the government makes them wear burkas, but later shoots them because "they are Hindu religious symbols." UNITED NATIONISM: You have two cows. France vetoes you from milking them. The United States and Britain veto the cows from milking you. New Zealand abstains. WIKIPEDIANISM: These cows are temporarily protected from milking. Please resolve disputes on the talk page. Protection is not intended to express support of German or Polish cows. (from Bill) WIKIPEDIANISM: This cow is a heifer. You can help Wikipedia by milking it. (from Bill) YEMENISM: You once had a cow. But then it got kidnapped.



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Chili for dinner tonight.....thanks Level!!!!!


I feel a fart comin on!

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Woe!

You really mlked that one!

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lmao, i don't know how to break it up...so it's stuck like that...plus i haven't gone to bed yet so i'm to lazy to care 

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lmao, i don't know how to break it up...so it's stuck like that...plus i haven't gone to bed yet so i'm to lazy to care 


How to:
 
Put it in your "text box":

ANARCHISM: You have two cows. The cows decide you have no right to do anything with their milk and leave to form their own society. ANARCHISM: You have two cows. You steal your neighbor's bull and ignore the government. ANARCHISM: You have two cows. Your neighbor hits you over the head with a brick, steals your cows, then shoots them for fun. You later discover that he is a Nazi. ARISTOCRATISM: You have two cows. You sell both and buy one really big cow - with a pedigree. ARTIST -- VISUAL: You have two cows. You stuff them and put them in glass display boxes. In London.
 
Put your cursor where you want a break, hit "enter", voila:
 
ANARCHISM: You have two cows. The cows decide you have no right to do anything with their milk and leave to form their own society.

ANARCHISM: You have two cows. You steal your neighbor's bull and ignore the government.

ANARCHISM: You have two cows. Your neighbor hits you over the head with a brick, steals your cows, then shoots them for fun. You later discover that he is a Nazi.

ARISTOCRATISM: You have two cows. You sell both and buy one really big cow - with a pedigree.

ARTIST -- VISUAL: You have two cows. You stuff them and put them in glass display boxes. In London.
 
 



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Thank you, now if only i could get over the lazy barrier...damn lol

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Thank you, now if only i could get over the lazy barrier...damn lol


Yeah, that one's a little tougher

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