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Post by shortcircuit on Aug 24, 2007 20:56:35 GMT -4
agreed
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Post by burger on Aug 25, 2007 6:23:46 GMT -4
"Bless your heart," has been said as if it is part of the language here by many members.
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Post by summerose on Aug 25, 2007 9:26:32 GMT -4
That is a very old "southern" saying.
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Post by tony on Aug 25, 2007 11:44:25 GMT -4
Goodby, daughter and jistpitiful, you will be missed.Stay warm this winter!!
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Post by queenbee on Aug 25, 2007 21:19:03 GMT -4
My little momma dog who might weigh 5 pounds soaking wet taking on full grown dogs like an Aussie Shepherd and running him out of the yard to protect her puppies. Even though none of the animals give a hoot or an interest in the puppies.
NOW THAT IS FUNNY!
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Post by maxine on Aug 26, 2007 9:39:33 GMT -4
Funny
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Post by tony on Aug 26, 2007 13:27:29 GMT -4
OK, what DO you call a pig that does karate??
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Post by summerose on Aug 26, 2007 15:18:22 GMT -4
A porkchop. That was a easy one!
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Post by tony on Aug 26, 2007 16:05:04 GMT -4
Thanks, summerose!
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Post by summerose on Aug 26, 2007 16:22:20 GMT -4
You're welcome Tony!
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Post by queenbee on Aug 27, 2007 10:17:31 GMT -4
OK, pork chop, that is so dumb it's funny.
I liked it and it adds a new one to lilred collection of "Is your fridge runnin" or "Where do they bury survivors".
I always knew history repeated itself, but I never realized it in the humor.
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Post by tony on Aug 27, 2007 11:51:01 GMT -4
We use to ask if they had Prince Albert in a can?
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Post by queenbee on Aug 27, 2007 13:15:11 GMT -4
Yes, I tried to explain that to lilred but she doesn't know what Prince ALbert is.
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Post by zhelton on Aug 28, 2007 16:35:44 GMT -4
That's probably a good thing!
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Post by sometimeman on Oct 24, 2007 23:12:03 GMT -4
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night. Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more tonight, Paddy." Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then". Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "What the...." he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face again. "d**n!" he says. He looks to the doorway and thinks that if he can just get to the door and get some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face. "Bi'Jesus... I'm soused," he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and decides to try for it. He crawls down the street and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and looks inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No flippin' way." But he somehow crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and thinks, "I think I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face again. He says, "This is hell. I gotta stop drinking," but manages to crawl to the bed and fall in. The next morning, his wife comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night?" Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was totally trashed. But how'd you know?" "Mick called. You left your wheelchair at the pub."
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