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Topic: Husbands & Wives
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 04-23-2008 08:23 AM
Rated XXX
Larry gets home late one night and, Kitty, his wife says, "Where in the hell have you been?"
Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."
"A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?" "I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly. "What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Why on earth would a retired person get a hundred dollar bill tattooed On his privates?"
"Well, one, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.
Three, I like how money feels in my hand.
And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay Right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want." Larry is recovering in room 233 at the local hospital.
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 04-25-2008 06:18 PM
Rated G Ken
REASON NO. 4 WHY GUYS DON'T WRITE ADVICE COLUMNS
Dear Abie,
The other day, I set off for work, leaving my husband in the house watching TV. I hadn't gone more than a kilometre or two when my engine conked out, and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home only to find my husband making love to our neighbour.
My husband was let go from his job six months ago, and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but I don't know if I can trust him anymore.
What should I do?
Sincerely,
Frustrated
Dear Frustrated,
A car stalling can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Check for debris in the fuel line. If it's clear, check the "jubilee" clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. Or maybe the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber. I hope this helps.
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 04-27-2008 08:19 PM
Rated PG Jokester
Adorable Kittens
One night Jerry brought home a dozen red roses to his wife. "How lovely, Dear," she said. "What's the occasion?"
"I want to make love to you," he said simply.
"Not tonight, Dear. I have a headache," answered his wife.
The next night Jerry came home with a big box of chocolates and explained that he wanted to make love with her. "I'm awfully tired, Honey," said his wife. "Not tonight."
Every night for a week Jerry brought home something, but each time his wife's answer was no. Finally he came home with six black kittens with little red bows around their necks and handed them to his wife.
"How adorable, Jerry!" she exclaimed. "But what are they for?"
The husband replied, "These are six little pallbearers for your dead pussy."
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 04-27-2008 08:30 PM
Rated R Jokester
Six Feet
Marge was in bed with a man (not her husband). All of a sudden, they heard a noise downstairs. "Oh, my God, your husband is home! What am I going to do?"
"Just stay in bed with me. He's probably so drunk, he ain't gonna notice you here with me." The fear of getting caught trying to escape was more powerful than the thought of getting caught in bed with Marge, so he trusted her advice. Sure enough, Marge's husband came crawling into bed and as he pulled the covers over him, he pulled the blankets, exposing six feet.
"Honey!" he yelled. "What the hell is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed!"
"Dear, you're so drunk, you can't count. If you don't believe me, count them again."
Honey!" he yelled. "What the hell is going on? I see six feet at the end of the bed!"
"Dear, you're so drunk, you can't count. If you don't believe me, count them again."
The husband got out of bed, and counted. "One, two, three, four... By gosh, you're right, dear!"
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 04-27-2008 08:34 PM
Rated G Jokester
A business man packing for a trip glances in his briefcase.
"Honey?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Honey," he says, in mild exasperation, "why do you persist in putting a condom in my briefcase every time I go on a trip? You know I only have eyes for you. I'd never be unfaithful."
"Oh, I know, darling, and I trust you," she replies sweetly. "It's just that, well you know, with all those terrible diseases out there, it would make me feel better to know that if any- thing did happen, you'd be protected. So please, darling, take it with you, won't you? For my peace of mind?"
"Oh, alright, if you put it that way," he relented. "I'll do it for you. But for safety's sake, give me more than one."
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