Needs no comment from me… but what she said!!!
I’m hoping Robin buys me this for some special occasion
And just to prove that I am not totally nuts, here is the catalog link: Horse Head Squirrel Feeder
Did Ya Hear…
Jesus Makes Things Hard On Me
From:
www.lamebook.com
Bad jokes wanted
Well not bad jokes, but jokes that make you laugh and other folks groan. Those are the ones that tickle “me fancy”.
Just add a comment to this posting to share your “bad” joke. After review they will appear on Bad Jokes page.
WTF
I do not have an explanation for this picture. I assume that some very twisted Photoshopper had way too much magic marker…Or there were large amounts of alcohol or banned substances involved.
Perhaps someone out there has a hypothesis for this image. If so please enlighten the rest of us.
Bad golfer vs. bad skydiver
What is the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?
A bad golfer goes, “Whack, DANG!”
A bad skydiver goes, “Dang, WHACK!”
The moral of the man with one arm
There was a man who lost one of his arms in an accident. He became very depressed because he had loved to play Golf and do lots of things that took two arms.
One day in his despair, he decided to commit suicide. He got on an elevator and went to the top of a building to jump off. He was standing on the ledge looking down and saw this man skipping along, whistling and kicking up his heels. He looked closer and saw that this man didn’t have any arms at all.
He started thinking, what am I doing up here feeling sorry for myself, I still have one good arm to do things with. There goes a man with no arms skipping down the sidewalk so happy, and going on with his life. He hurried down and caught up with the man with no arms. He told him how glad he was to see him because he had lost one of his arms and felt ugly and useless and was going to kill himself. He thanked him again for saving his life and he knew he could make it with one arm if that guy could go on with no arms.
The man with no arms began dancing and whistling and kicking up his heels again.
He asked, “Why are you so happy anyway?”
He said, “I’m NOT happy. My balls itch!”
My latest visit to my doctor
13…13…13…
I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, and all the patients were shouting, ’13….13….13.’ The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see what was going on. Some bastard poked me in the eye with a stick
Then they all started shouting ’14…14…14′
Jerks…