Are you guys still talking about Nixon, Ford and Carter. I’m outta here before you guys get to Reagan. :::some party:::
What are we gonna do for lunch? I think I ate too much of that moldy jello FairyChatMom brought.
I got laid last night and I have tons of email, wohoo!!!
keith
Sure, two people can use the orgazmatron at the same time.
Ewww…is Jello supposed to have a beard?
The answer, of course, is Walter Mondale, geez I thought you guys would know that one…
Oh … my … God !!!
Originally posted by brandocet
Was it Bobby Kennedy?
So, odieman, what happened when you went out with that cross-dressing dude the other night? I subscribed you to the NAMBLA newsletter, as well, I thought you might enjoy the reading.
That is one of the funniest jokes I have ever heard !
hmmm, this whipped topping looks a little funky, but I can’t just scrape it off the jello… maybe everyone will think it’s supposed to look like that…
Ok I have a two-parter for you guys:
Who as Jimmy Carter’s Vice President ?
and
Do you know who was really behind Marilyn Monroe’s murder?
(No, they’re not the same person…geez)
Rectum? Damn near KILLED him!
ChiefWahoo, I’m tired of hearing about your racist, homoerotic fantasies, ok?
Look, I’m not diagreeing that Aries people have a short attention span, it’s just that the media tends…Hey, what’s mixed in this cider? It’s tasty, but the strangest shade of, I’m not even sure of the color. It is me, or is it glowing? Cool. As I was saying, the fact that Kissinger even went there in the first place…brownie? Sure. Yum. Or was it Art Buchwald? I dunno, they both looked alike to me.
Hey brandocet, did I ever tell you about my fantasy involving Malcolm X, the Backstreet Boys, and a family-size tub of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter?
pssst… Chief? you might wanna XYZ there big guy, I can see little Wahoo.
shares a joint with the goat
Oh… “I cant believe it s not butter”… it should be called “I cant believe the health departement let s them sell this”
But then… everything available in England should have that label…
Oh.My.God… the goat just ate the joint.
No, no, no, Dude! It’s, “I’m the crazy midnight bomber, what bombs at midnight, baby!”
Here you go FairyChatMom…I found some Reddi-Whip under the bed.
Wow! Where did THOSE pictures come from???
Whew - yeah, I was never much of a gymnast when I was a kid, but I thought that wasn’t too bad for an old timer like me, eh? Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on my contribution to the snack table.