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Topic: Miscellaneous - Part Two
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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 06-16-2003 06:31 AM
Rated G
Paul,a guy on the local beach just couldn't make it with any of the girls,so he heads over to the lifeguard tower to see if the lifeguard has any advice for him.
"Dude,it's obvious," says the lifeguard,"you're wearing them baggy old swimming trunks that make ya look like an old geezer. They're years outta style.Your best bet is to grab yourself a pair of Spandex Speedos - about two sizes too small - and drop a fist-sized potato down inside 'em. I'm tellin ya man...you'll have all the babes ya want!"
The following weekend,Paul hits the beach with his spanking new tight Speedos, and his fist-sized potato and it's worse than before.Everybody on the beach acts disgusted as he walks by, covering their faces,turning away,laughing,looking sick! So Paul goes back to the lifeguard again and asks him,"What's wrong now?"
"JAHEESUS!" says the lifeguard, "The potato goes in front!"
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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 06-16-2003 06:39 AM
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The Gunfighter
In the days of the Wild West,there was a young cowboy who wanted more than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He practiced every minute of his spare time, but he knew that he wasn't yet first-rate and that there must be something he was doing wrong.Sitting in a saloon one Saturday night,he recognized an elderly man seated at the bar who had the reputation of being the fastest gun in the West in his day. The young cowboy took a seat next to the old-timer, bought him a drink, and told him the story of his great ambition.
"Do you think you could give me some tips?" he asked.
The old man looked him up and down and said, "Well, for one thing,you're wearing your gun too high. Tie the holster a lil' lower down on your leg."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.
"Sure will," said the old-timer.
The young man did as he was told, stood up,whipped out his .44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player. "That's terrific!" said the cowboy."Got any more tips for me?"
"Yep," said the old man."Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer hits it.That'll give you a smoother draw."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the younger man.
"You bet it will," said the old-timer.
The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur,then shot a cufflink off the piano player. "Wow!" said the cowboy."I'm learnin' somethin' here. Got any more tips?"
The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon."See that axle grease over there?Coat your gun with it."
The young man went over to the can and smeared some of the grease on the barrel of his gun.
"No," said the old-timer,"I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all."
"Will that make me a better gunfighter?" asked the young man.
"No," said the old-timer,"but when Wyatt Earp gets done playin' the piano,he's going to shove that gun up your ass and it won't hurt as much."
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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 06-16-2003 07:39 AM
Rated G Lorraine
A guy goes to his girlfriends's house for the first time,and she shows him into the living room.
She excuses herself to go to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of wine,and as he's standing there alone,he notices a small vase on the mantel.
He picks it up,and as he's looking at it,she walks back in.He says "What's this?"
She says,"Oh, my father's ashes are in there." He goes, "Geez... oooh....I... "
She says, "Yeah, he's too lazy to go to the kitchen to get an ashtray."
Rated G
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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 06-17-2003 08:26 AM
Rated PG
A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes.
Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods. The Game Warden was hot on his heels. After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the Game Warden finally caught up to him. "Let's see yer fishin' license, Boy!" the Warden gasped.
With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden his fishing license. "Well, son," said the Game Warden, "you must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!"
"Yes, sir," replied the kid, "but my friend back there, he don't have one."
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