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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

FRED WEST MASTER BUILDER


FRED WEST
HOME IMPROVEMENTS

If you want the best. try West!!!
We make no bones about it, we put body and soul into our properties
Don’t have grave doubts most of Fred’s family have been into patio’s, bathrooms, fireplaces, etc. for years.
Wife and kids under your feet?
Why not try a West special extension
We knock all competition dead!
Contact: WEST HOME IMPROVEMENTS
25 Cromwell Road
GLOUCESTER

(References available from Gloucester C.I.D.)
Sponsored by Quick Mix Cement & Pollyfilla
You just lie down. We provide the cover.

(10 Mar 1994, Fred West, builder, charged with murdering 8 women after bodies dug from his house in Gloucester)


PORN FOR WOMEN





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THE BABY PHOTOGRAPHER

The Smiths were unable to conceive children, and decided to use a proxy or surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon." Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. I've come to...."

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs.Smith cut in.

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies."

"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat."

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!"

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."

"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot of ..." gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."

"Don't I know it,," Mrs. Smith said quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London"

"Oh my God!!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well-when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult ?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look."

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.

"Yes," the photographer said. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling-I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, um, equipment ?"

"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work."

"Tripod??".

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold very long. Madam? Madam?..... Good Lord, she's fainted!"

Saturday, August 18, 2007

SEXISM EXAM

Examination Paper. SEXISM STUDIES

Time allowed 3 hrs. Attempt all questions.

Section A (50%)

Explain why the best women's cricket team in the world wouldn't stand a chance against you and ten of your mates. Include in your answer:

  1. Why they throw the ball like spastics and catch crocodile style
  2. What you wouldn't mind doing with them in the showers after the match.
  3. Pamela Anderson's tits are plastic but look good in photographs.
  4. Compare and contrast the relative merits of plastic and real tits for recreational purposes.
  5. It is a long established fact that fat lasses are more grateful for it.
  6. Outline some of the reasons why this is so, and explain why all Feminists are fat, ugly lesbians.
  7. Compare and contrast video lesbians with those have encountered in real life.
  8. Write a critique of any ONE of the following films you have watched at your mate’s house while his parents were away for the weekend. Include in your discussion a justification for such films to be considered "art-house" rather than pornographic.
  • White Water Shafting
  • Three Into One Will Go
  • King Dong
  • Speared by Zulu Lovers

Section B (50%)

  1. Describe an experiment to impress a girl by lighting a fart. What apparatus would you require?. What risks would you run in lighting a fart and what are the benefits?. Write a balanced chemical equation to describe the reaction that takes place when an eggy fart is lit in a pub with a match.
  2. Name something a woman has invented.
  3. On average, women live 7 years longer than men yet get their pension 5 years earlier. Explain why this isn't fair, making reference to your lazy old granny who lived to be 100 and your poor granddad who worked 52 years down the pit and died the day before he retired.
  4. Argue heatedly over the respective merits of the Lamborghini Diablo and the Ferrari Testarossa without ever having seen, let alone driven, either.
  5. Discuss the philosophical implications of this statement: "If a man speaks in a forest, and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?"

Women drivers, eh? Discuss.

MARRIAGE CONTRACT FOR WOMEN

Marriage Contract For Women

I, the undersigned, a female accepting a marriage proposal, agree that...

Section 1.
In the unlikely event of my not having an orgasm after you've drunkenly rolled on top of me and pumped away for five *whole* minutes, wheezing like an old man with emphysema, I shall politely fake one.

Section 1.01
And it'll be a really good act too, with me saying stuff like "So THIS is what hot monkey love is all about!" and howling like a cat that's being repeatedly jabbed with a pin.

Section 1.02
I will never ask for more *foreplay*.

Section 2.
I fully understand that a woman's main role in any relationship is to take the blame. So when you stub your toe in the bathroom or your football team loses, I agree that - by some complex scientific equation incomprehensible to woman - it will be my fault. EVEN, IF I WASN'T THERE.

Section 3.
Whenever my friends and I get together for a girl's night out, I will tell them that you are better hung than a large balled Himalayan yak, and an elephant would be jealous of your genitalia.

Section 3.01
I shall mention *often* your sexual prowess and longevity in the bedroom.

Section 3.02
And I will also mention this to YOUR friends. A LOT.

Section 4.
After sex (which I will NEVER refer to as "making love"), I will not expect you to cuddle me for hours till your arm goes dead. Nor will I let my hair annoyingly get in your face.

Section 4.01
I will never, ever give your penis a "cute" nickname.

Section 5.
In bed, I will be as keen as mustard to try any novel sexual position you fancy. Especially, ones where I do all the work and you just lie there, grinning.

Section 5.01
I will ruthlessly interrogate my attractive female friends and inform you if any of them have the slightest bi-sexual tendencies. Then I'll invite them around for dinner. And hide their car keys so they have to stay.

Section 5.02
I promise to work out at the gym for two hours a day in order to keep my body sexually desirable to you, even though your intake of beer may cause your gut to swell to proportions of a nine month pregnancy.

Section 5.03
I promise never to bring up your hair loss and the fact that a baby's butt and/or honeydew melon is somewhat similar.

Section 5.04
I promise to shave every *possible* inch of my body, and will always love your *weekend* beard...

Section 6.
After we split up, I will never sleep with any of your friends or colleagues. Or anyone else you have ever met, or may one day meet. And if men attempt to talk to me, I will solemnly inform them that you have "ruined me for other men".

Section 6.
I understand that mechanical objects like cars, computer games, and remote control devices are beyond the comprehension of women. I will only make a fool of myself if I attempt to operate them, so you're in charge of anything *mechanical*.

Section 6.01
With the exception of the following household items: iron, washing machine and dryer, stove, refrigerator, garbage disposal, garbage can, vacuum cleaner, diapers and toilets.

Being of sound mind and body, I enter this relationship contract.

Signed ____________________________________ (female)

STARBUCKS ........ ROBBING BASTARDS

Starbucks is the best example of a phoney status symbol that means nothing, but people will still pay 10 times as much for because there are French words all over the place. You want coffee in a coffee shop, that's $2. But at Starbucks, Café Latte: $3.50. Cafe Creamier: $4.50. Cafe Suisse: $9.50. For each French word, another four dollars. Why does a little cream in coffee make it worth $3.50?

Go into any coffee shop; they'll give you all the cream you want until you're blue in the face. Forty million people are walking around in coffee shops with jars of cream: "Here's all the cream you want!" And it's still 60 cents. You know why? Because it's called "coffee." If it's Cafe Latte - $4.50. You want cinnamon in your coffee? Ask for cinnamon in a coffee shop; they'll give you all the cinnamon you want. Do they ask you for more money because it's cinnamon?

It's the same price for cinnamon in your coffee as for coffee without cinnamon - $2, that's it. But not in Starbucks. Over there, it's Cinnamonnier - $9.50. You want a refill in a regular coffee shop; they'll give you all the refills you want until you drop dead. You can come in when you're 27 and keep drinking coffee until you're 98. And they'll start begging you: "Here, you want more coffee, you want more, and you want more?" Do you know that you can't get a refill at Starbucks? A refill is a dollar fifty. Two refills, $4.50. Three refills, $19.50. So, for four cups of coffee - $350. And it's burnt coffee. It's burnt coffee at Starbucks, let's be honest about it.

If you get burnt coffee in a coffee shop, you call the manager. You say, "It's the bottom of the pot. I don't drink from the bottom of the pot. But when it's burnt at Starbucks, they say, "Oh, it's a blend. It's a blend. It's a special bean from Argentina....." The bean is in your head. And there're no chairs in those Starbucks. Instead, they have these high stools you ever see these stools? You haven't been on a chair that high since you were two.

Seventy-three year old Jews are climbing and climbing to get to the top of the chair. And when they get to the top, they can't even drink the coffee because there are 12 people around one little table, and everybody's saying, "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me....." Then they can't get off the chair. Old Jews are begging Gentiles, "Mister, could you get me off this?"

Do you remember what a cafeteria was? In poor neighbourhoods all over this country, they went to a cafeteria because there were no waiters and no service. And so poor people could save money on a tip. Cafeterias didn't have regular tables or chairs either. They gave coffee to you in a cardboard cup. So because of that you paid less for the coffee. You got less, so you paid less. It's all the same as Starbucks - no chairs, no service, a cardboard cup for your coffee - except in Starbucks, the less you get, the more it costs. By the time they give you nothing, it's worth four times as much. Am I exaggerating? Did you ever try to buy a cookie in Starbucks? But a cookie in a regular coffee shop. You can knock down a building with that cookie. And the whole cookie is 60 cents.

At Starbucks, you're going to have to hire a detective to find that cookie, and it's $3.50. And you can't put butter on it because they want extra. Do you know that if you buy a bagel, you pay extra for cream cheese in Starbucks? Cream cheese, another 60 cents. A knife to put it on, 32 cents. If it reaches the bagel, 48 cents. That bagel costs you $312. And they don't give you the butter or the cream cheese. They don't give it to you. They tell you where it is. "Oh, you want butter? It's over there. Cream cheese? Over here. Sugar? Sugar is here."

Now you become your own waiter. You walk around with a tray. "I'll take the cookie. Where's the butter? The butter's here. Where's the cream cheese? The cream cheese is there." You walked around for an hour and a half selecting items, and then the guy at the cash register has a glass in front of him that says "Tips." You're waiting on tables for an hour, and you owe him money. Then there's a sign that says please clean it up when you're finished.

They don't give you a waiter. Now you've become the cleaner. Now you have to start cleaning up the place. Old Jews are walking around cleaning up Starbucks. "Oh, he's got dirt too? Wait, I'll clean this up." They clean up the place for an hour and a half.

If I said to you, "I have a great idea for a business. I'll open a whole new type of a coffee shop. A whole new type. Instead of 60 cents for coffee I'll charge 2.50, $3.50, $4.50, and $5.50. Not only that, I'll have no tables, no chairs, no water, no busboy, and you'll clean it up for 20 minutes after you're finished," Would you say to me, "that's the greatest idea for a business I ever heard! We can open a chain of these all over the world!" No, you would put me right into a sanatorium. Starbucks can only get away with it because they have French titles for everything, Nazi bastard son-of-a-bitches. And I say this with the highest respect, because I don't like to talk about people.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

ONE LINERS FOR THE PUB

I was born in Liverpool; with a precious gift. Dame Nature stooped over my cot and gave me this gift. It was the ability to laugh at the misfortunes of others.



Aliens are abducting men with big dicks----you lot will be fine but im just writing to say goodbye.




Women can be so cruel, my girlfriend found out I was screwing someone else. So she went and told my wife.



Being in love can be the best two and a half days of your life.



I gave a tramp money in the street, my mate said “that’s stupid, he’ll only spend it on beer and cigarettes”. I said “what did you think I was going to buy with it”?



Men only have two feelings, hungry or horny….. If you see me without an erection, make me a sandwich.



I went to the doctors and said my penis is burning, he said that’s because someone is talking about it.



Condoms aren’t as safe as you think. A friend of mine was wearing one and he got hit by a bus.



Never pick a fight with an ugly person…. They have got nothing to lose.


GENUINE COUNCIL COMPLAINTS

Council complaints from around the UK
Genuine clips from council complaint letters


1 My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it

2 He’s got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can’t take it anymore

3 It’s the dogs mess that I find really hard to swallow

4 I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off

5 I wish to complain that my father has hurt his ankle very badly, then he put his foot in the hole in his back passage

6 And their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my fence

7 I wish to complain that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other night that blew them off.

8 My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand

9 I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall

10 Will you please send someone to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and fell on it yesturday and now she is pregnant

11 I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen

12 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster and 50% are plain filthy

13 I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers

14 The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared

15 Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and not fit to drink

16 Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces

17 I want to complain about the farmer across the road, every morning at 6am his cock wakes me up and it’s now getting too much for me

18 The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous

19 Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third so please send someone round to do something about it

20 I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you pleased do something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night.

21 Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife

22 I have had the clerk of works down on the floor six times but I still have no satisfaction

23 This is to let you know that our lavatory seat is broke and we can’t get

Friday, August 10, 2007

TODAYS SAD BASTARDS



NOT SEXY...




Thursday, August 09, 2007

IMPROVE YOUR SEX LIFE

Improve Your Sex Life

A girl found that she was not satisfying her current partner in bed, and decided to purchase a weekly correspondence course entitled "Better Sexual Techniques for Women - a seven week course".

Week 1
A letter came through the post, telling her to complete the entire course before trying any of the techniques on her partner. The first step was for her to wear nothing but a belt and tie a piece of string to the front of the belt. On the end of the string should be tied a apple, strategically placed to line up with her pubic region. She should then stand in front of the mirror and practice repeatedly hitting the apple by thrusting with her pubic region, for about 30 minutes every day for a week. Which she did, muttering to herself "Hit the apple ... hit the apple ..."

Week 2
A single page came through the post, telling her to attach a piece of string to the rear of the belt and to dangle a plum on the end of the string mid-way between her knees and her bottom. She then had to practice, in front of the mirror, hitting the apple and dodging the plum. So she did, muttering to herself "Hit the apple; dodge the plum ... hit the apple; dodge the plum ..."

Week 3
Getting into the swing of it, the next step was to attach a pair of pears to each side of the belt so that they hung down level with the centre of the hips. The pears had to be knocked using a circular motion that made them twist around on the strings. So she did that, muttering to herself "Hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears ... hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears ..."

Week 4
The latest page told her to stand over a small stool and squat down onto it after she had done all the other things. So she did that, muttering to herself "Hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool ... hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool ..."

Week 5
With her curiosity increasing, she opened the next part of the course. This required her to strap a slice of lemon to the inside of one knee and, after all the other actions had been performed, she had to squeeze the lemon between her knees. So she did that, muttering to herself "Hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon ... hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon ..."

Week 6
The penultimate step, the course reported. Back to the belt and the string again, this time to dangle a grape down her back such that it lay between her buttocks. The grape had to be crushed between her buttocks. So she did that, muttering to herself "Hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon; crush the grape ... hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon; crush the grape ..."

Week 7.
The final training session! Trembling with anticipation, she opened the post to discover that this week's instructions were to engage in the act of sexual congress with her partner flat on his back and her squatting on top. Then she had to undertake a repetition of the completed training; imagining that she was wearing the belt. So she did that, muttering to herself "Hit the apple ... dodge the plum ... spin the pears ... thump the stool ... squeeze the lemon ... crush the grape ... hit the apple ... dodge the plum ... spin the pears ... thump the stool ... squeeze the lemon ... crush the grape ..."

Her partner cried "Ooooooh!"
She cried "Ooooooh!" and went a bit faster:
"Hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon; crush the grape ... hit the apple; dodge the plum; spin the pears; thump the stool; squeeze the lemon; crush the grape ..."

Her partner cried "OOOOOOOh!"
She cried "OOOOOOh!" and went a bit faster:
"Hit-the-apple dodge-the-plum spin-the-pears thump-the-stool squeeze-the-lemon crush-the-grape; hit-the-apple dodge-the-plum spin-the-pears thump-the-stool squeeze-the-lemon crush-the-grape;"

Her partner cried "YES! YES!"

She cried "YES! YES!" and went even faster:
"Hit-apple dodge-plum spin-pears thump-stool squeeze-lemon crush-grape; hit-apple dodge-plum spin-pears thump-stool squeeze-lemon crush-grape;"

Her partner cried "AAARGGGHHH!"
She cried "AAAAAARRRGGGGGHH!" and went even faster:
"Apple Plum Pears Stool Lemon Grape; Apple Plum Pears Stool Lemon Grape;"

Her partner cried "FASTER!"
She cried "FUCK IT!" and went:
"AppleAppleAppleAppleApple..."

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

MEN ONLY STOOL

WORKSAFE

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

HEY MASTERBATA

Unofficial Macarena's song

The Masturbata
(sung to tune of the Macaraena) Sitting in my house, and I know that I'm alona,
Feeling kinda horny, got a jingle in my bona,
Go and grab a Penthouse its the one with Sharon Stona
Hey Masturbata!!

I go a little faster and its feeling kind of nicea
Once ain't enough so I have to do it twicea.
If you wanna spank the monkey I can give you good advicea.
Hey Masturbata!!

I use some baby oil or a little Vaselina,
Laying down a towel so I keep my carpet cleana
Never shake my hand cause you don't know where its beena
Hey Masturbata!!

I do it in the car when I'm driving down the streeta,
One hand on the wheel and the other's on my meata,
I can't get out the car cause I'm sticking to the seata,
Hey Masturbata!

Since I was a kid I have been a Masturbata,
Choke the chicken, hum the knob, squeezing the tomata
I've looked at Miss Nove ber now I'n gonna decorate her
Hey Masturbata!

Buffing the banana, Mr. Lizard, bacon shakinga
Pounding on the flounder and its mayonnaise I'm makinga
Spank the frank, wax the carrot, god my hand is achinga.
Hey Masturbata!

Monday, August 06, 2007

HAIRCUT SIR???

CAMEL LOVE

Sunday, August 05, 2007

BRILLIANT MAGIC

Friday, August 03, 2007

THE WAY TO LIVE IN RETIREMENT

Recently I was checking my bank account and thinking about retirement, as everyone does when they get to my age.

I saw an article about nursing and retirement homes and the expenses. Then it hit me. No nursing home for me!

Here is my plan: I’m checking into the Holiday Inn. With the average cost for a nursing home reaching $188 per day, there is a better way when we get old and feeble. I have already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long-term stay discount and senior discount, it’s $69.23 per night. That leaves $119.77 a day for breakfast, lunch, dinner in any restaurant I want, or room service. It also will leave enough for laundry, gratuities, and special TV movies.

Plus, I'll get a swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge, and washer and dryer. I'll also get free toothpaste, razors, shampoo and soap. And I'll be treated like a customer, not a patient.

Five dollars worth of tips a day will have the entire staff scrambling.

There is a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. The handicap bus will also pick me up if I fake a decent limp. Ride the church bus free on Sundays. For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. While you're at the airport, fly somewhere.

Meanwhile, the cash keeps building up. It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. On the other hand, Holiday Inn will take your reservation today. And you are not stuck in one place forever -- you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city.

Want to see Hawaii? They have a Holiday Inn there, too. TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem. They fix everything and apologize for the inconvenience.

The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks if you are OK. If not, they will call the undertaker or an ambulance. If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.

And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to visit you, and probably check in for a mini-vacation. The grandkids can use the pool. What more can you ask for?

When I discussed my plan with friends, they came up with even more benefits that Holiday Inn provides retirees. Most standard rooms have coffee makers, reclining chairs, and satellite TV -- all you need to enjoy a cozy afternoon. After a movie and a good nap, you can check on your children (free local phone calls), then take a stroll to the lounge or restaurant where you meet new and exotic people every day.

Many Holiday Inns even feature live entertainment on the weekends.

Often they have special offers, too, like the Kids Eat Free program. You can invite your grandkids over after school to have a free dinner with you. Just tell them not to bring more than three friends.

Pick a Holiday Inn where they allow pets, and your best friend can keep you company as well. If you want to travel, but are a bit skittish about unfamiliar surroundings, you'll always feel at home because wherever you go, the rooms all look the same. And if you're getting a little absent-minded in your old days, you never have to worry about not finding your room -- your electronic key fits only one door and the helpful bellman or desk clerk is on duty 24/7.

Being natural skeptics, we called a Holiday Inn to check out the easibility of my plan. I'm happy to report that they were positively giddy at the idea of us checking in for a year or more. They even offered to negotiate the rate. We could have easily knocked them down to $60 a night!

"So, when I reach the golden age I'll face it with a grin.

Just forward all your emails to the Holiday Inn!"

A LETTER TO MY WIFE

To My Loving Wife:

Sugar magnolia, you rock my world.

And I want you to know that while I love you more than you'll ever know, I think I could also love three or four other women.

Not at the same time, though.

I mean, I wish. But I couldn't. And no one knows that better than you, darling of mine.

Sweetheart, you're my everything. Honestly, I can't ever see myself spending long periods of time with anyone other than you. You mean that much to me. However, I could easily see myself spending a night or two with a few loose women in a seedy hotel room in Vegas.

This is not the kind of long-lasting, everlasting love the two of us share, darling. This is more like a take-everything-off-but-the-stillettos-and-do-you-have-change-for-a-fifty kind of love.

What I treasure most about the time we spend together is that often we can simply look at each other and never have to say a word. With these other women, I would never be able to do that. There would always be awkward conversations like, "Okay, bend over the table and lift your right leg. No. Higher."

And for a short period of time, I suppose I would be okay with that. But that sort of love grows tiresome after a while. Plus, you can really burn through your money in no time flat.

You are always my number one. My one and only. I will always come back to you. You're my soul and my inspiration. You're my dream come true.

Well, actually, those two women in the mud wrestling commercial are my dream come true. But after them, you're right up there.

Yours always,
Me

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

LUCKY TO BE ALIVE

It seems this guy, went thru the barrier on the right hand side, flipped over the culvert and landed right way up, on the edge.




GAY JOKES

This Faggot goes to the doctor and him to test him for AIDS. A week later he goes back and the doctor confirms his worst
fears - the tests showed positive. The fag is destroyed. He breaks down and begs the doctor to prescribe him something, anything, that'll help.
"Well," the doctor says. "Go down to the health food store and buy a kilo of prunes, then go to the chemist and get some strong laxatives; then wander down to the supermarket and buy a bottle of Tobasco sauce and some chilli powder. Go home and mix it all together and heat it on the stove for 20 minutes....then drink it!"
The faggot's a bit dubious, "And that'll cure the AIDS?" he asks.
"No," says the doctor smiling, "but it'll teach you what you what your arsehole is for!"




A gay man, finally deciding he could no longer hide his sexuality from his parents. He went over to their house, and found his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. He sat down at the kitchen table, let out a big sigh, and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you: I'm gay."
His mother made no reply and gave no response, and the guy was about to repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from the pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay -- doesn't that mean you put other men's penises in your mouth?"
The guy said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Mom, that's right."
His mother went back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around, whacked him over the head with her spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about my cooking again!!!!!"




A country boy ends up in the big city. He is walking around in awe of everything. He decides to quench his thirst and enters a bar. After a couple of beers, off he goes to the loo. He walks into the toilet and is shocked at what he sees. He quickly leaves.
The barkeep lisps, "What's wrong?"
The country boy replies," You wouldn't believe what is going on in there."
"What?"
The country boy is shaking his head, "Well there is a guy standing at the urinal being corn-holed by a guy behind him. And that guy is getting his fudge packed by a guy behind HIM."
The bartender leans in closer, gets all serious and lisps out his next question. "The guy in the middle wouldn't have been wearing a yellow T-shirt would he?"
"I think he was. Why?"
"He's lucky at cards too."




There are these two queers, named Cyril and Cecil, driving happily along in their car. As they came to an intersection, they stopped for the red light. All of a sudden a big articulated truck comes crunching through the back of their car!
Cyril and Cecil were really pissed! Cyril says to Cecil to get out of the car to tell off the truck driver.
So Cecil gets out of the car and approaches the truck driver, who apparently is one huge mother trucker (tattoos and all)!
"You bloody idiot! Look at what you've done to our beloved car!", exclaims Cecil. "You're going to pay for this damage you know!"
"Fuck you!", shouts the truck driver.
This prompted Cecil to go back to his car, to discuss the situation with Cyril.
"I think he wants to settle out of court, Cyril."

MALE WORLD RECORDS....

Expletives:

On 9th June 1996, Mr. Harold Brayson (GB) struck his thumb with a stone masons mallet whilst breaking concrete in his back yard in Tewksbury, Gloucestershire. He went on to swear for 14mins 7secs. without stopping once or repeating a swear word. He later attempted to better this feat on BBC TV's Record Breakers programme by dropping a car battery on his foot. It ended in failure when he repeated the word bastard after 12mins 58secs.

Beer Drinking:

The greatest amount of beer drunk before going to the lavatory was 25.5 litres (45 pints) of assorted weak lagers, by Mr. George Wingfield downed in various pubs in Knutsford high street, Cheshire between 12:15pm and 2:38pm on 22nd December 1986.

Urinating:

The longest piss delivered at one continuous scoot was one of 36 mins 24secs by Mr George Wingfield (GB) in the doorway of a newsagents shop in Knutsford high street on 22nd December 1986.Mr Wingfield was arrested and charged with a public order offence 17 mins into his record attempt, but arresting officers had to wait a further 19mins 24sec before taking him back to the station for a kicking.

Hottest Curry Eaten:

Many claims are made about the ferocity of curries eaten, but in the main they are difficult to substantiate. The hottest verifiable curry eaten was a XXXHot Chicken Murg Thaal with extra chillies consumed by George Wingfield (GB) at the Bengal Tiger restaurant, Knutsford on 23rd December 1986. The curry was reportedly so hot that between kitchen and table it burst into flames, singeing the waiters eyebrows.

Biggest Fart:

The largest and most catastrophic fart was one dropped by Mr. George Wingfield (GB) in the car park of the Dog and Duck, Knutsford, on the morning of the 24th December 1986.Suffering from terrible guts Mr. Wingfield gingerly attempted to squeeze one out whilst bending to pick up his car keys, but the resulting flatulent explosion blew his entire digestive tract out of his arse. Attending firemen hosed down his smoking guts for two hours before paramedics with breathing apparatus could begin the process of pushing them back up.

Holiday Gymnastics:

The greatest number of press-ups done in front of some girls on a beach is 6 by Wayne Fletcher (GB) whilst on holiday in San Antonio, Ibiza on 19th August 1988. The girls went off with a waiter.

Loudest Car Stereo:

The Saisho stereo fitted in the Mk.II Escort belonging to Wayne Fletcher (GB) reached a momentary peak noise level of 312dB whilst waiting at some traffic lights next to some girls in Stockport, Cheshire on 8th July 1988. This noise level is equivalent to 8 Concordes taking off inside the car. The girls walked off.

Car Customisation:

Judged as a proportion of the overall value of the car, the accessories fitted to the Mark II Escort of Wayne Fletcher (GB) add up to the world's most expensive car customisation project at 105761%. Between 8th March 1986 and 22nd September 1996, Fletcher has spent a grand total of £63,456.99 at the Stockport branch of Halfords in attempt to attract girls to his vehicle.His fruitless purchases include a Paddy Hopkirk Full Body Styling Kit (£3500), 'Nightrider' style Disco Stop Lights (£199), Split 45 Weber Carburettors x4 (£200), Scorpion Talking Alarm, (£500) and a Chromium plated Mock Twin Exhaust Extension (£285). The car is currently valued at £50 to £60.

Longest Wheel Spin:

The greatest length of time a car has screeched its wheels to impress some girls was achieved on 9th July 1988 by Wayne Fletcher (GB) in his Mark II Escort. When traffic lights in Stockport, Cheshire turned green Fletcher attempted to pull off at such speed that his front wheels spun for an amazing 42 secs before the car began to move. Both tyres fell to pieces and the clutch dropped out twenty yards down the road. The girls walked off.

FEMALE WORLD RECORDS....

Car Parking:

The smallest kerbside space successfully reversed into by a woman, was one of 19.36m equivalent to three standard parking spaces, by Mrs.E.Simpkins (GB) driving an unmodified Vauxhall Nova Swing on 12th October 1993.She started the manoeuvre at 11:15am in Ropergate, Pontefract and successfully parked within three feet of the pavement, 8 hours 14mins later. There was slight damage to the bumpers and wings of her own and the two adjoining cars, as well as shop frontage and two lampposts.

Incorrect Driving:

The longest journey completed with the handbrake on, was one of 313 miles from Stranraer to Hollyhead, by Dr. Julie Thorn, at the wheel of a Saab 900 on 2nd April 1987. Dr. Thorn smelled burning two miles into her journey at Arid, but pressed on to Hollyhead with smoke billowing from the rear wheels. This journey also holds the records for the longest completed with the choke fully out and the right indicator flashing.

Video Lesbianism:

The longest period of time that two women in a pornographic film have sat together on a settee without starting to fondle each other is 8.3 secs, in the 1994 low budget production 'Strap on Sally vol.3'.

The longest a woman has sat alone on the settee without starting to fondle herself is 5.2 secs. in the same film.

Traffic Light Cosmetics:

The longest spell spent oblivious to traffic lights whilst applying make up was one of 1hr 51mins 38secs. by Miss J. Dobson at a road junction in the centre of Preston on the 1st August 1975. Miss Dobson, a piano teacher, beautified herself through 212 cycles of the light, creating a tailback of irate motorists stretching 28 miles towards Leeds.

Group Toilet Visit:

The record for the largest group of women to visit a toilet simultaneously is held by 147 workers at the dept. of Social Security, Long Benton. At their annual celebration at a night-club in Newcastle upon Tyne on 12th Oct 1994.Mrs. Beryl Crabtree got up to go to the toilet and was immediately followed by 146 other members of the party. Moving en mass the group entered the toilet at 9:52pm and after waiting for everyone to finish, emerged 2hrs 37mins later.

Shop Dithering

The longest time spent dithering in a shop was 12 days between 21st
August and 2nd September 1995 by Mrs. Sandra Wilks (GB) in the Birmingham
branch of Dorothy Perkins. Entering the shop on a Saturday morning, Mrs. Wilks could not choose between two near identical dresses which were both in the sale. After one hour, her husband, sitting on a chair by the changing room with his head in his hands, told her to buy both. Mrs. Wilks eventually bought one for 12.99, only to return the next day and exchange it for the other one. To date, she has yet to wearit.
Mrs. Wilks also holds the record for window shopping longevity, when, starting September 12th 1995, she stood motionless gazing at a pair of shoes in Clinkard's window Kidderminster for 3 weeks two days before eventually going home.

Jumble Sale Massacre

The greatest number of old ladies to perish whilst fighting at a jumble sale is 98, at a Methodist Church Hall in Castleford, West Yorkshire on
February 12th 1991. When the doors opened at 10.00am, the initial scramble to get in cost 16 lives, a further 25 being killed in a crush at the first table. A seven-way skirmish then broke out over a pinafore dress costing 10p which escalated into a full scale melee resulting in another 18 lives being lost. A pitched battle over a headscarf then ensued and quickly spread throughout the hall, claiming 39 old women. The jumble sale raised £5.28 for local boy scouts.

Talking about Nothing

Mrs. Mary Caterham (GB) and Mrs. Marjorie Steele (GB) sat in a kitchen in Blackburn, Lancs. and talked about nothing whatsoever for four and a half months from 1st May to 7th August 1978, pausing only for coffee, cakes and toilet visits. Throughout the whole time, no information was exchanged and neither woman gained any new knowledge whatsoever. The outdoor record for talking about nothing is held by Mrs. Vera Etherington (GB) and her neighbour Mrs. Dolly Booth (GB) of Ipswich, who between 11th November 1983 and 12th January 1984 chuntered on over their fence in an enlightening dialogue lasting almost 62 days until Mrs.Booth remembered she'd left the bath running.

Gossiping

On February 18th 1992, Joyce Blatherwick, a close friend of Agnes Banbury, popped round for a cup of tea and a chat, during the course of which she told Mrs. Banbury, in the strictest confidence, that she was having an affair with the butcher. After Mrs. Blatherwick left at 2.10pm, Mrs. Banbury immediately began to tell everyone, swearing them all to secrecy.
By 2.30pm, she had told 128 people of the news. By 2.50pm it had risen to 372 and by 4.00pm that afternoon, 2774 knew of the affair, including the local Amateur dramatic Society, several knitting circles,a coachload of American tourists which she flagged down and the butchers wife. When a tired Mrs. Banbury went to bed at 11.55pm that night, Mrs.Blatherwick's affair was common knowledge to a staggering 75,338 people, enough to fill Wembley Stadium.

Film Confusion

The greatest length of time a woman has watched a film with her husband without asking a stupid plot-related question was achieved on the 28th October 1990, when Mrs. Ethel Brunswick sat down with her husband to watch 'The Ipcress File'. She watched in silence for a breath-taking 2 mins 40 secs before asking "Is he a goodie or a baddie, then, him in the glasses?", revealing a staggering level of ignorance. This broke her own record set in 1962 when she sat through 2 mins 38 secs of '633 Squadron' before asking "Is this a war film, is it?"

Single Breath Sentence

An Oxfordshire woman today became the first ever to break the thirty minute barrier for talking without drawing breath. Mrs.Mavis Sommers, 48, of Cowley, smashed the previous record of 23 minutes when she excitedly reported an argument she'd had in the butchers to her neighbour. She ranted on for a staggering 32 minutes and 12 seconds without pausing for air, before going blue and collapsing in a heap on the ground. She was taken to Radcliffe Infirmary in a wheelbarrow but was released later after check-ups. At the peak of her mammoth motormouth marathon, she achieved an unbelievable 680 words per minute, repeating the main points of the story an amazing 114 times whilst her neighbour, Mrs. Dolly Knowles, nodded and tutted. The last third of the sentence was delivered in a barely audible croak, the last two minutes being mouthed only, accompanied by vigorous jesticulations and indignant spasms.


I'M JUST GOING FOR A J. ARTHUR RANK...

BEST TERMS FOR SPANKING THE MONKEY.

I'm just gonna....

Audition the hand puppet

Beat the fuck out of my best friend

Choke the bald guy 'til he pukes

Drop the kids off at the pool

Get my palm red

Play pocket polo with Agent Johnson

Polish the purple people pleaser

Romance the bone

Slap the big-nosed Rasta man

Take little Elvis to Graceland

And for the Ladies

Buttering your bagel

Defrosting the freezer

Doing the two-finger slot rumba

Filling the pink taco

Fluffing the kitty

Going to and from the Batcave

Hand tossing the tuna salad

Makin' waves for the man-in-the-boat

Paddling the pink canoe

Riding your own mule down Grand Canyon

Slapping the mackerel

Tiptoe through the TwoLips

Two-finger taco tango




YOUR SONG

THANKS TO ELTON JOHN'S YOUR SONG


I sat on the beach
And looked out at the sea,
And some of the people, well they,
They looked good to me.
Then I saw you standing there
And it made my smile fade.
It's for people like you that long pants were made.

So excuse me for staring,
But I can't look away --
Your horrible flabby cheeks,
Your thighs a shade of gray.
Well, the thing is,
Your body's really obscene.
Yours is the fattest arse I've ever seen.

And I can tell what the problem is:
It is your thong.
It's really too tiny and
It just looks all wrong.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put in this song
How horrible you look when you wear a thong
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I gouged out my eyes --
I couldn't stand seeing after I saw your thighs.

Monday, July 30, 2007

5 MINUTE TRIVIA QUIZ

1 Which football team has its ground closest to the river Mersey?

2 Royston Vasey is the fictional town in the League of Gentlemen but it is also the real name of which comedian?

3 What is the stage name of Ian and Janet Tough?

4 Zahara and Maddox are the adopted children of which Hollywood star?

5 On August 22nd 1964, Liverpool`s 3-2 defeat of Arsenal was the first ever match to do what?

6 What is Austin Powers middle name?

7 Which famous fictional character was born on 31st July, 1981?

8 What was the Spice Girls` debut single called?

9 Which famous sporting team first began in 1926 when they were known as the Savoy Big Five?

10 For which film did Steven Spielberg win his first Oscar?


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LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEW SEASON WITHOUT HENRY