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Post by Vensent on Oct 8, 2004 22:43:59 GMT -5
Ya, the doctor was his step-father.
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Oct 10, 2004 12:23:25 GMT -5
Well, I'd say the Doc was the boy's dad and the "father" in the car was somebody else's dad because it never said a father and HIS son.
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Post by Vensent on Oct 10, 2004 12:48:28 GMT -5
I go with Alex.
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Oct 11, 2004 1:30:04 GMT -5
Yeah, but not in the gay way...
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Post by Gimpy,LordofallthatBreathes! on Oct 12, 2004 20:19:19 GMT -5
LOL, don't feel bad guys, alot of people can't get it.
The doctor is his mum.
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Post by Vensent on Oct 12, 2004 20:53:09 GMT -5
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Oct 13, 2004 14:22:16 GMT -5
Damn equal rights!
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Oct 16, 2004 0:29:49 GMT -5
ARRRGGGHHH!!!!!
*hits self with lamp*
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Post by Vensent on Oct 16, 2004 0:59:24 GMT -5
Damn it I'm dumb!
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Dec 10, 2004 4:54:20 GMT -5
Ping Pong balls Many years ago, there was a wise old king who had one very beautiful daughter. Many brave men in the kingdom longed for her hand in marriage, but only three knights met the king's approval and he summoned them to his palace. The king was a big fan of Ping-pong and set his potential son-in-laws the task of going out and collecting as many Ping-pong balls as possible and returning them to him. The one who collected the most would triumph and win his daughter's hand in marriage. The first knight, Satinder, travelled for many days and many nights and returned several weeks later with no less than 12,000 ping-pong balls. The second knight, Alex, travelled for many days and many nights and returned several months later with no less than 24,000 ping-pong balls. The third knight, Oggelsby, was away for so long on his quest that the king assumed he must have been killed or given up so he granted Alex with permission to wed his daughter. The wedding day came and everybody in the land gathered at the palace to witness the ceremony. Just as the minister was ready to wed the couple, the palace doors opened and Oggelsby, battered, bruised and bleeding, stumbled in, two huge, slimy, bloodsoaked spheres held over his shoulders. "Where have you been???" the King asked. "New York!" Oggelsby answered, "I got the balls, though! Can I marry your daughter, now?" The king slapped his forehead, "No, you pillock!!! I said PING-PONG balls, not KING KONG'S balls!!!"
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Dec 10, 2004 17:53:20 GMT -5
ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS HELARIOUSE!!!!!
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Post by Googy McFloogal Puss on Dec 11, 2004 7:13:20 GMT -5
Really? I thought it sucked (I only posted it because I've known the punchline for ages and only just learnt the joke...)
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Post by phantom general on Dec 22, 2004 17:24:08 GMT -5
A duck walks into a bar, and says to the bartender, "Do you got any grapes?" The bartender replies, "No, I'm sorry, we only serve drinks here." The duck shrugs, and walks out of the bar.
The next day, the same duck came into the same bar, and says to the bartender, "Do you got any grapes?" The bartender, a little annoyed, replies, "No, I told you yesterday, we only serve drinks here." Again, the duck shrugs, and walks out of the bar.
The third day, the duck walks into the bar, and says to the bartender, "Do you got any grapes?" The bartender, now really annoyed, replies, "No, we don't serve grapes here, only drinks and if you ask that question again I'm gonna nail your beak to the bar!!!" For the third time, the duck shrugs, and walks out of the bar.
On the fourth day, the duck walks coolly into the bar, and says to the bartender, "Do you got any nails?" The puzzled bartender replies "No."
"Do you got any grapes?"
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Post by Bengl Von Shadowstein on Dec 22, 2004 17:44:49 GMT -5
LOL! smart duck.
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Post by phantom general on Dec 22, 2004 17:53:56 GMT -5
A DRUNK'S GUIDE TO ST. PATRICK'S DAY
St. Patrick's Day: the one day of the year when the 2% of the world's population that's Irish gets the other 98% completely shitfaced.
Leg 1: 7 a.m. to 9 a.m.
Rise and shine early. Take a long, hot shower, and liberally use aftershave, perfume, cologne, deodorant and powders afterwards, because by 3p.m., you will be excreting raw alcohol and other poisons, and without proper preparations, you will smell like a three-day dead cat wrapped in a fraternity carpet.
The bars open at 9, so use this time to prepare. Collect the following supplies and put them in a place where you will easily be able to find it in an impaired condition. We recommend the bathroom floor, between the toilet and the baseboard heater, since that's where you'll probably end up: 1 quart spring water 1 bottle aspirin 5 pairs Depends undergarment 1 bottle Percocet 1 gram morphine sulfate 1 oz. human adrenaline extract 1 pre-charged electric defibrillator 4 Cardiac needles 1 trauma surgeon
Brew a strong pot of coffee. Add 9 oz. Jameson Irish whiskey, drink. Note that coffee should be drunk liberally throughout the day. There is a reason that the Irish invented Irish Coffee; unless you ingest a large volume of artificial stimulants throughout the course of St. Patrick's Day, you are going to die.
Arrange to be picked up to be taken to the bar by 8:45 a.m. We cannot stress enough that you should not drink and drive. There is no reason to chance losing your license or killing someone in a drunken state when you have plenty of idiot friends willing to take that risk on your behalf.
Leg 2: 9 a.m. to 11 a.m.
Arrive at the bar right when it opens. Make sure this is an Irish bar if at all possible. An Irish bar in Boston is the best alternative, since Boston in Gaelic means West Killarney. However, almost every city in America has bars called The Blarney Stone, McSomethings, or The Dirty Mick. Just try to ignore the fact that the bar is probably owned by Koreans.
Secure a barstool and do not leave it under any circumstances. The bar is liable to be packed by noon, and real Irish people do not wait in line for drinks, no matter what the consequences. While we do recommend the use of an adult undergarment to mask unpleasant smells, it really doesn't matter. By afternoon, you'll be sopping wet with spilled beer anyway, and your mild urine smell will be completely overpowered by the toxic stench of vomit.
We recommend starting out with a few more Irish Coffees to spike the stimulant level, however, you should not order an "Irish Coffee," as you will be given a fruity little glass mug topped with whipped cream and a cherry, and some guy named Seamus will call you a yuppie poseur while putting a cigarette out on your neck. Ask for coffee with whiskey and ask the bartender to leave the whipped cream can, as nothing will add spice to your day like the occasional whippet.
Leg 3: 11 a.m. to 2 p.m.
It's lunchtime! You may not be hungry, but it's important to eat something, because like Sheriff Bart said in Blazing Saddles: "Man drink like that and he don't eat, he is going to die." If you want to maintain your buzz and not get that hideous, bloated feeling that could slow down your drinking, there are only two options: popcorn or Pop Tarts. Both have the carbohydrates you'll need to give you energy, both will soak up excess bile in your stomach, and both have names that are hard to slur. If you start slurring your words too early, you'll hear the most frightening phrase in the English language on St. Patrick's Day besides "I'm pregnant": "You're cut off".
By now, you should switch off of coffee drinks to beer. You have only one option here: Guinness Stout. You may be tempted to order green beer, but remember: beer doesn't always turn green because of food coloring.
Leg 4: 2 p.m. to 7 p.m.
By now, the bar is definitely crowded as people take long lunches and bail out of work early to tie one on. If you're doing your job correctly, the bar should look twice or three times as crowded as it really is. By now, you may be in conversation with some real Irish people, since the person you came with has likely been taken away by ambulance. Some conversational points to remember when talking to the Irish are: Football really means Soccer, and you should be more passionate about it than you are about your girlfriend or boyfriend, AND The English are all piss-assed, pig-fucking bastards who should be lined up and kicked into the Liffey. If you remember those two points, as well at least three derogatory names for Margaret Thatcher, you can talk to the Irish for hours. You should continue to drink Guinness throughout this leg, although you may want to have another Irish Coffee if your heartbeat has become irregular.
The Home Stretch: 7 p.m. to Closing
Your goal, of course, is to be the last person to leave the bar at closing time. This will be impossible, since a blood alcohol content of .50 usually equals death, and you should be pushing a .35 or .40 by now. The only way for a true Irishman to leave a bar before closing time with honor is to be hauled away by the police. Throw a punch. It doesn't matter who you hit or why; no one's made any sense since 3 o'clock, anyway. You will be beaten mercilessly, since your fine motor control has been gone since the late morning, but it doesn't matter since you can't feel anything.
Depending on your community, the police should arrive within fifteen minutes to scrape you off the floor and clap you in irons. The final impression you leave is the most important: as you are being dragged from the bar, begin screaming that you want to take your drink with you. You will be a legend! Besides by now the friend who took you to the bar should have had his or her stomach pumped, and will be able to bail you out.
By following these simple guidelines, your St. Patrick's Day experience would be one you would never forget if it weren't physically and biologically impossible for you to remember any of it. Tune in next month for our next self-help guide: The Pros and Cons of Waking Up Naked In a Dumpster.
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