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Do
you want to sleep. or what?
Why
are bicyles better than women?
Why
are bicycles better than men?
She
needs ironing!
A
snobbish matron
Dr
Dog
Adam
and Eve
Thatsa
my Boy!
Two
gentlemen were discussing the prospects of "looming" retirement.
While one guy had lots of hobbies, the other fellow had
no hobbies, and was rather concerned about being set loose
with nothing to do.
The first guy suggested
his friend go visit his kids. The man said,
"Well, I only have two kids, but I could buy a motor home
and go visit my brothers
and sisters, that would take about a
year."
The first guy looked
a bit puzzled, so his friend said, "I'm one of
eighteen kids in my family."
The first fellow's
eyes got rather large, contemplating eighteen children,
so the man volunteered to explain.
"The problem was,
my mother was hard of hearing."
Puzzlement.
Smile. "My
Mom & Dad would go to bed at night, and my Dad would
ask, 'Do you want to go to sleep, or what?' and my Mom
would say, "What?"
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WHY
BICYCLES ARE BETTER THAN WOMEN
* Bicycles don't
get pregnant.
* You can ride your
Bicycle any time of the month.
* Bicycles don't
have parents.
* Bicycles don't
whine unless something is really wrong.
* You can share
your Bicycle with your friends.
* Bicycles don't
care how many other Bicycles you've ridden.
* When riding, you
and your Bicycle can arrive at the same time.
* Bicycles don't
care how many other Bicycles you have.
* Bicycles don't
care if you look at other Bicycles.
* Bicycles don't
care if you buy Bicycle magazines.
* You'll never hear,
"Surprise, you are going to own a new Bicycle"
unless
you go out to buy one yourself.
* If your Bicycle
goes flat you can fix it.
* If your Bicycle
is too loose you can tighten it.
* If your Bicycle
is misaligned, you don't have to discuss politics
with it.
* You don't have
to be jealous of the guy who works on your Bicycle.
* If you say bad
things to your Bicycle, you don't have to apologize before
you ride
it again.
* You can ride your
Bicycle as long as you want and it won't get sore.
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WHY
BICYCLES ARE BETTER THAN MEN!
(Heard the old joke?
-- A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle!)
* Bicycles don't
work late.
* Your Bicycle stays
as clean as you want it to.
* Bicycles don't
have parents or kids.
* Bicycles don't
get sick.
* Bicycles don't
get overweight, except as per your convenience.
* If your Bicycle
goes flat, you can fix it.
* If your Bicycle
is too loose, you can tighten it.
* You can check
out the guy who works on your Bicycle.
* If you say bad
things to your Bicycle, you don't have to apologize before
you ride
it again.
* Your Bicycle always
has time for you.
* Bicycles don't
complain and don't ride away from you when the road gets rough.
* Bicycles don't
watch TV.
* Bicycles don't
shave.
* Bicycles don't
snore.
* Bicycles don't
leave a mess in the kitchen or bathroom.
* Bicycles are better
protection in a bad neighborhood.
* If you don't like
the size of your bicycle you can get a new one.
* You can try out
as many bikes as you like before you get your own.
* You don't have
to feed your bicycle.
* Bicycles never
argue, you are always right.
* Bicycles never
wake you up in the middle of the night, for any reason.
* Bicycles never
try to show you off to their friends.
* Bicycles don't
come home drunk after a night out with its buddies.
* Bicycles don't
sneak around with other bicycles.
* Bicycles don't
care what you look like or what your age is.
* Bicycles don't
care and don't comment about what you spend your money on.
* Bicycles don't
care if you have to work late.
* When you go riding,
your bicycle doesn't care if other bicycles are bigger or
better.
* Bicycles don't
care about their performance.
* Bicycles don't
get you pregnant.
* Bicycles don't
have mothers.
* When you've finished
a ride, you can get off.
* You don't have
to praise a bike after a ride.
* Bicycles don't
sulk.
* Bicycles don't
bore you.
* Bicycles don't
abandon you at gatherings for more interesting riders.
* Bicycles don't
have to prove anything.
* Bicycles don't
try to change you once you've bought them.
* Bicycles don't
get jealous of your male colleagues.
* Bicycles never
interrogate you.
* Bicycles don't
fart in bed [or elsewhere!].
* Bicycles don't
leave smelly inner tubes lying around on the floor.
* Second hand bikes
don't brag about previous owners.
* Second hand bikes
don't go to see previous owners for a ride when you're
out
of town.
* You don't have
to explain to a bike if you don't feel like a ride.
* Bicycles never
put you down.
* Bicycles don't
complain if you wear "sensible" clothes.
* Bicycles don't
have egos.
* Bicycles don't
refuse to ask for directions when they're lost.
* Bicycles don't
need remote control units.
* When you're lost
you don't have to argue with it about stopping for
directions.
* When it's going
too fast into a curve you can slow it down.
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A
nursing home resident, suffering from dementia, decided to
shed all of her clothes
and "streak."
She passed two male
residents sitting in their wheel chairs in the
hallway.
The first male asked
the second, "Who was that?"
Second: "I
THINK it was 'Miss Rita.'"
First: "Well,
what was that she had on?"
Second: "I
don't know, but it sure needed ironing."
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A
lady from Chicago was visiting New York City. Her hostess
was determined to make
the Midwesterner feel cheap and
unimportant.
"My dear," said the
New York matron snobbishly, "here in the East
we think breeding is everything."
"Oh, I don't know,"
the lady from the Midwest replied. "Out where
I come from we think it's fun, too, but we try to have a
few outside interests as well."
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While
leading the Friday evening services, the Rabbi noticed a
member of the congregation,
Bernie, walk in with a St. Bernard dog.
The Rabbi, horrified, asked the Cantor to continue the
service and went
to talk to Bernie.
Rabbi: "What are
doing here with a dog?"
Bernie: "The
dog came here to pray."
"Oh, come on." says
the Rabbi.
"YES!" says Bernie.
Rabbi: "I don't believe
you. You are just fooling around; that's not
a proper thing to do in temple."
Bernie: "Its true!"..
"Ok", says the Rabbi
(thinking he would call Bernie's bluff),
"then show me what
the dog can do."
"OK" says Bernie
nodding to the dog...The dog proceeds to open
up the barrel under his neck and removes a yarmulke, a tallis
(puts them on his head) and prayer book and actually starts
saying prayers in Hebrew! The Rabbi is so shocked he listens
for a full 15 minutes.
When the Rabbi regains
his composure, he is so impressed with
the quality of the praying he says to Bernie. "Do you think
your dog would consider
going to Rabbinical school????"
Bernie, throwing
up his hands in disgust says, "YOU TALK TO HIM!
He wants to be a doctor!"
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A
Briton, a Frenchman and a Russian are viewing a painting
of Adam and Eve frolicking
in the Garden of Eden.
"Look at their reserve,
their calm," muses the Brit. "They must be
British."
"Nonsense," the
Frenchman disagrees. "They're naked, and so
beautiful. Clearly, they are French."
"No clothes, no shelter,"
the Russian points out, "they have only
an apple to eat, and they're being told this is paradise.
They are Russian."
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Three
Italian mothers were attending a football game. Each had
a son playing on the same team. At the start of the game,
the first boy saw his
opportunity, grabbed the ball and running
quickly, out-foxed
the opposing team, making the first touchdown.
His mother, obviously proud of her son, sprang from
the bleachers, shouting in her broken Italian accent, "Thatsa
*my* boy! I raised him onna da Pet milk. Ain't he-a
fine?"
Soon, the second
boy received the ball and in a spectacular run
down the field, made another goal for the team. Not wanting
to be outdone by the first boy's mother, the second boy's
mother jumped from her seat, exclaiming, "Thatsa *my* boy!!
I raised him onna da breast milk. Ain't he-a wonderful?"
The third boy, hadn't
done so well, but finely someone threw him
the ball. He fumbled it, then recovered...running in the
wrong direction, fell
with the ball, ran some more, stumbled again,
dropped it once more, recovered it and finally crossed the
goal line on the wrong end of the field. The third Italian
mother couldn't stand
it any longer. Rising from her place in the
stands, she shouted, "Thatsa *my* boy! I raised him onna
Milk of Magnesia.
Ain't he-a the shits?"
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