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This is my little Mollie... this look is priceless... Captions anyone?

Posted by VEGAS at 11:17 AM - 13 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Viagra
 

Coffee?

An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his help in reviving her husband's libido.

What about trying Viagra?" asks the doctor. "Not a chance," she said. "He won't even take an aspirin!"

Not a problem," replied the doc. "Give him an Irish Viagra. Drop it into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went."

It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who inquired as to progress.

The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid. Just terrible, doctor!" "Really? What happened?" asked the doctor. "Well, did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped hisself straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!"

Why so terrible?" asked the doctor. "Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good?"

"Oh, no, no, no, Doctor, the sex was fine indeed! Twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll never be able to show me face in Starbucks again!"
Posted by VEGAS at 11:46 AM - 4 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
 Teenage Daughter Owners Manual
 

 
Thought you might like this and reflect on  some of it.
 
Subject: [GCFL.net] Teenager Owners Manual

Copyright 2004 W. Bruce Cameron
Please do not remove the copyright from this essay.

Congratulations! You are now the proud new owner of a teenaged daughter. Please read this manual carefully, as it describes the maintenance of your new daughter, and answers important questions about your warranty (which does NOT include the right to return the product to the factory for a full refund).

IF YOU FEEL YOU HAVE RECEIVED YOUR TEENAGER IN ERROR:
To determine whether you were supposed to receive a teenaged girl, please examine your new daughter carefully. Does she (a) look very similar to your original daughter, only with more makeup and less clothing? (b) refuse to acknowledge your existence on the planet Earth (except when requesting money)? (c) sleep in a burrow of dirty laundry? If any of these are true, you have received the correct item. Nice try, though.

BREAK-IN PERIOD:
When you first receive your teenaged daughter, you will initially experience a high level of discomfort. Gradually, this discomfort will subside, and youwill merely feel traumatized. This is the "Break-In Period,"
during which you are becoming accustomed to certain behaviors that will cause you concern, anxiety, and stress.  Once you have adapted to these behaviors, your teenager will start acting even worse.

ACTIVATION:
 To activate your teenaged daughter, simply place her in the vicinity of a telephone. No further programming
is required.

SHUTDOWN:
 Several hours after activation, you may desire to shut down your teenaged daughter. There is no way to do
this.

CLEANING YOUR TEENAGED DAUGHTER:
 Having a teenaged daughter means learning the difference between the words "clean" and "neat." Teenaged daughters are very clean, because they take frequent showers that last more than an hour. They will
scrub themselves with expensive, fragrant soaps which you must purchase for them because like I'm sure I'm going to use like the same kind of soap my mom and dad use. When they have completely drained the hot-water tank, they will step out and wrap themselves in every towel in the bathroom, which they will subsequently strew throughout the house. If you ask them to pick up the towels, you are confusing
"clean" with "neat." Teenagers are very busy and do not have time to be neat. They expect others to pick up after them.  These others are called "parents."

FEEDING YOUR TEENAGED DAUGHTER:
 Your teenaged daughter requires regular meals, which must be purchased for her at restaurants because she detests everything you eat because it is like so disgusting. She does not want you to accompany
her to these restaurants, because some people might see you and like I'm sure I want my friends to see me eating dinner with my parents. Either order take-out food or just give her the money, preferably both. If you order pizza, never answer the doorbell because the delivery boy might see you and ohmigod he is so hot. Yes, your daughter's idea of an attractive man is the pizza boy.

CLOTHING YOUR TEENAGED DAUGHTER:
Retailers make millions of dollars a year selling stylish and frankly sensible clothing which will look adorable on your daughter. If you enjoy shopping, you will love the vast selections which are available to you. Unfortunately, your teenaged daughter wants to dress like a lap dancer. You may be able to coerce
her into putting on a cute outfit before leaving the house, but by the time she walks in the schoolhouse door, she will be wearing something entirely different.

OTHER MAINTENANCE:
 Teenaged daughters require one of two levels of maintenance: "High," and "Ultra High." Your daughter is "Ultra High." This means that whatever you do won't be enough and whatever you try won't work.

WARRANTY:
This product is not without defect because she has your genes, for heaven's sake. If you think this is not
fair, talk to your parents, who think it is hilarious. Your teenaged daughter will remain a teenager for as long as it takes for her to become a woman, which in her opinion has already happened and as far as you are concerned never really will. If you are dissatisfied with your teenaged daughter, well, what did you expect? In any event, your warranty does not give you your little girl back under any circumstances, except that deep down she's actually still there -- you just have to look for her.

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 a martha stewart christmas
 

*Christmas At Martha's*


Dear Friend

This perfectly delightful note is being sent in paper I made myself to tell you what I have been up to. Since it snowed last night, I got up early and made a sled with old barn wood and a glue gun. I hand-painted it in gold leaf, got out my loom, and made a blanket in peach and mauve's. Then to make the sled complete, I made a white horse to pull it from DNA that I just had sitting around in my craft room.

By then, it was time to start making the place mats and napkins for my 20 breakfast guests. I'm serving the old standard Stewart twelve-course breakfast, but I'll let you in on a little secret: I didn't have time to make the table and chairs this morning, so I used the ones I had on hand.

Before I moved the table into the dining room, I decided to add just a touch of the holidays. So, I repainted the room in pinks and stenciled gold stars on the ceiling. Then, while the homemade bread was rising, I took antique candle molds and made the dishes (exactly the same shade of pink) to use for breakfast. These were made from Hungarian clay, which you can get in almost any neighborhood Hungarian craft store.

Well, I must run. I need to finish the buttonholes on the dress I'm wearing for breakfast. I'll get out the sled and drive this note to the post office as soon as the glue dries on the envelope I'll be making. Hope my breakfast guests don't stay too long. I have 40,000 cranberries to string with bay leaves before my speaking engagement at noon. It's a good thing.

Your Friend, Martha Stewart

P.S. When I made the ribbon for this typewriter, I used 1/8-inch gold gauze. I soaked the gauze in a mixture of white grapes and blackberries which I grew, picked and crushed last week just for fun.
Posted by VEGAS at 10:29 AM - 7 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
 hmmm... ain't that the truth
 

MARRIED FOR A NIGHT
 
A man and a woman, who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on 
a transcontinental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy 
over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep 
quickly, he in the upper bunk and she in the lower. 
 
At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying, 
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach 
into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."  
"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend 
that we're married." 

"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. 
 
"Good," she replied. "Get your own damn blanket!" 
 
After a moment of silence, he farted. 
 
  

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