I know we’re several days past the Christmas gift-giving season, but I just have a question for everyone, and be truthful: What is the worst, stupidest gift you’ve ever given your boyfriend, girlfriend or spouse? Dig deep now, and really be honest, no matter how embarrassing or goofy. The reason I’m asking is this: we were out to dinner with some friends the other night, and the subject turned to what we got for Christmas. One thing led to another, and the wife dredged up (again) a pres...

I know we’re several days past the Christmas gift-giving season, but I just have a question for everyone, and be truthful: What is the worst, stupidest gift you’ve ever given your boyfriend, girlfriend or spouse? Dig deep now, and really be honest, no matter how embarrassing or goofy. The reason I’m asking is this: we were out to dinner with some friends the other night, and the subject turned to what we got for Christmas. One thing led to another, and the wife dredged up (again) a pres...

~~**WARNING**~~ Racial references ahead; if you are offended by bad language and what some might consider "racist" terms, please DO NOT read further. 'Twas the night b’fo Kwanzaa, an’ all t’ru da ‘hood, All da ‘bangers wuz bangin’ all da ho’s dat they could. Not a one used a rubber, even though they might; After all, bitch git herself pregnant, Welfare make it right. We’s kickin’ in m’crib, all stoned up to da gills, On a bad-ass combo of some cheap wine and some pills. My bit...

~~**WARNING**~~ Racial references ahead; if you are offended by bad language and what some might consider "racist" terms, please DO NOT read further. 'Twas the night b’fo Kwanzaa, an’ all t’ru da ‘hood, All da ‘bangers wuz bangin’ all da ho’s dat they could. Not a one used a rubber, even though they might; After all, bitch git herself pregnant, Welfare make it right. We’s kickin’ in m’crib, all stoned up to da gills, On a bad-ass combo of some cheap wine and some pills. My bit...

WARNING* : Blatant grave-dancing and what some might see as racist references ahead. If you are thin-skinned and easily offended, please DO NOT read further. Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Los Angeles (where there live many, many Fairies, but that’s beside the point), there was a man named Stanley Williams, whose nickname was "Tookie", and whose favorite color was blue. He liked the color blue so very much that he made it the official color of a club he and another man...

WARNING* : Blatant grave-dancing and what some might see as racist references ahead. If you are thin-skinned and easily offended, please DO NOT read further. Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Los Angeles (where there live many, many Fairies, but that’s beside the point), there was a man named Stanley Williams, whose nickname was "Tookie", and whose favorite color was blue. He liked the color blue so very much that he made it the official color of a club he and another man...

For American JUers........ Take out a quarter, dime, nickle and a penny. Put them in a row. I'll wait.................... Notice that Washington, Jefferson and Roosevelt are pointing one way, while Lincoln is facing the other. Know why that is? If you freed the slaves, could you face your friends?

For American JUers........ Take out a quarter, dime, nickle and a penny. Put them in a row. I'll wait.................... Notice that Washington, Jefferson and Roosevelt are pointing one way, while Lincoln is facing the other. Know why that is? If you freed the slaves, could you face your friends?

This guy goes on vacation to the Holy Land with his wife, daughter, and his black son-in-law. While there, the black guy trips over a rock and falls off a cliff, and is killed. The daughter is all distraught and the wife, upset, is trying to comfort the daughter. "Don't worry," the guy says, "I'll handle the arrangements." So, he goes and finds an undertaker in Jerusalem who tells him he can have the body shipped back to America for $5,000, or that he, the undertaker, can arrange for buria...

This guy goes on vacation to the Holy Land with his wife, daughter, and his black son-in-law. While there, the black guy trips over a rock and falls off a cliff, and is killed. The daughter is all distraught and the wife, upset, is trying to comfort the daughter. "Don't worry," the guy says, "I'll handle the arrangements." So, he goes and finds an undertaker in Jerusalem who tells him he can have the body shipped back to America for $5,000, or that he, the undertaker, can arrange for buria...

This guy's sitting in a bar, when the door opens and in walks this guy carrying what looks like a big suitcase. Suitcase Guy sits down next to him, nodding once to him as he puts the suitcase on the floor, and orders a drink. The first guy, curious, asks him "What's in the suitcase?" The guy replies: "I'm a professional hitman. That's my gun." "Really? No shit?.....can I see it?" the first guy asks. "Sure," the hitman says, putting it on the bar and flipping open the clasps on the case. ...

This guy's sitting in a bar, when the door opens and in walks this guy carrying what looks like a big suitcase. Suitcase Guy sits down next to him, nodding once to him as he puts the suitcase on the floor, and orders a drink. The first guy, curious, asks him "What's in the suitcase?" The guy replies: "I'm a professional hitman. That's my gun." "Really? No shit?.....can I see it?" the first guy asks. "Sure," the hitman says, putting it on the bar and flipping open the clasps on the case. ...

A faggot walks into a bar and plops his ass down next to a big, burly nigger. He leans over to the black guy and whispers, "You wanna get a blow job?" Man! The nigger jumps up and beats the living hell out of the queer, kicks his ass and throws him out into the street. He comes back over to the bar and sits down. "Holy shit, Leroy!" the bartender says; "what the hell'd he say to you?" "Aw, I dunno....somethin' 'bout gettin' a job." Let the outcry begin.

A faggot walks into a bar and plops his ass down next to a big, burly nigger. He leans over to the black guy and whispers, "You wanna get a blow job?" Man! The nigger jumps up and beats the living hell out of the queer, kicks his ass and throws him out into the street. He comes back over to the bar and sits down. "Holy shit, Leroy!" the bartender says; "what the hell'd he say to you?" "Aw, I dunno....somethin' 'bout gettin' a job." Let the outcry begin.

I've seen this before, but a friend sent it to me today, and I thought I'd post it. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine...