Politically incorrect jokes

[DVS]

Why did the blonde have a sore navel?

Because her boyfriend was also blond!

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Why was the blonde called "twinkie"?

She liked to be filled with cream.

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I know some of these are lame, but I like this one

What do you call two nuns and a blonde?

Two tight ends and a wide receiver.

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What did the blonde's right leg say to the left leg?

Between the two of us, we can make a lot of money.

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What's the mating call of the blonde?

"I'm *sooo* drunk!"

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And, what's the mating call of the ugly blonde?

She screams "I said, I'm drunk!"

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Why do blondes wear green lipstick?

Because red means stop.

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OK, I'll quit. But, this last one is for the wives...any color hair will do!

What's the difference between a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, and a wife, during sex?

The prostitute says, "Aren't you done yet?"
The nympho says, "You're done already?"
The wife says, "Beige. I think I'll paint the ceiling beige."

An oldie, but a goodie!
I've got more, but I'll spare you.

 

[DVS]

I use lavasoft ad-aware 6. I love it. Doesn't block but finds it and lets you delete it.

Lavasoft Ad-Aware 6

~lucky

Adaware is good for ad based spyware, but for malicious spyware, there is a better page to look at. There's also other interesting software, too.

CWShredder is the easiest and best at finding things. I have that one. It, Adaware 6 and Spybot Search and Destroy are best and easiest for the home user. You really need to have more than one installed, because not all programs will find everything.

And, remember is always try to download the newest info before you run the programs. There's always new spyware out there, and you need the latest info to get them.

Stay away from HijackThis. It is an excellent program, but it is very technical and not really for the home user.

http://www.lurkhere.com/~nicefiles/

 

[minsue]

Books by Steven Wright
The following is a list of books written by Steven Wright that are available nowhere:

* Phyllis and Her Eyelids: The story of a man living in a semi-parallel universe who is arrested for inventing hockey.

* The Rats and The Scum: History of politicians.

* The Slut and The Monkey: The history of marriage.

* Skip the Wonder Horse: Set in the late 1600's in Holland. The story of a homosexual race horse that can see into the future.

* The Chinese Envelope: Set during the Ming Dynasty. The story of an all-girl school made entirely of mirrors.

* Daddy's Under My Bed: The story of a 90 year old still-born butler who's in love with his own shadow.

* Freud: The story of an insane old man with way too much influence.

* Jesus and Santa Claus: The story of two middleweight boxers in Berlin in the early 1900's.

* The Carnival Man: The history of the world if time didn't exist.

* Pretty Girls: The story of the end of all civilizations and why evolution is a mistake.

* Stanley and the Magic Penny: Hitler's life story if he'd never been born, seen through the eyes of Dorothy Hamill.

* The Tall Blue Cloud: The story of a Cajun menu that tries to take over the world.

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Is any genius more beautiful than that of Steven Wright? or is it just me?

 

[gauchecritic]

Is any genius more beautiful than that of Steven Wright?

NO. Thanks min.

I bought a pack of batteries at the store but they weren't included.

Gauche

 

[minsue]

A guy in a mask bursts into a sperm bank with a shotgun. "Open the safe," he yells at the girl behind the counter.

"But we're not a real bank," she replies. "We don't have any money; this is a sperm bank."

"Don't you argue with me! Open the damn safe or I'll blow your friggin' head off!"

She obliges and once she's opened the safe door the guy says "Take out one of the bottles and drink it."

"But it's full of sperm!" she replies nervously.

"Don't argue, just drink it" he says.

She takes the cap off and gulps it down.

"Take out another one and drink it too" he demands.

She takes out another and drinks it as well. Suddenly the guy pulls off the mask and, to the girl's amazement, it's her husband.

"Not that @#%$ difficult, is it?"

 

[minsue]

For Gauche - Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

The Beach
by Steven Wright

Originally Published in Rolling Stone Magazine - Summer 1986

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE BEACH.

I, Phillip, a small boy of twelve, lay exhausted, not knowing if I was sleeping or if I was daydreaming that I was sleeping. Gently I rocked back in forth in my hammock, a hammock woven out of the eyelashes of 1000 deer. There was always a gentle breeze at the top of the 300-foot stainless-steel trees where my hammock was located. All the trees were stainless-steel in the Shiny National Forest. Some of the trees had been sawed down and cut into 60-foot lengths, then sold as flagpoles to people who lived in reality, many, many years away. I had never worked so hard in my life as in these past few hours. My clothes proved that I had labored, stained with confusion, compliments and criticism, all things that are not machine washable.

I was living on Water Island. A small island, sizewise. The island had no shore. All islands are above sea level, but this was ridiculous. The entire land mass was 200 feet above the ocean. All sand. Not one human had ever been near the water. And why the hell should they? You don't see fish trying to get on the roofs of buildings.

The year was a very long time ago. The island was ruled by a king. King Sammy. King Sammy lived in the Great Formica Castle, located at the bottom of Sand Valley. The king experienced temporary insanity every day. The Formica grew wild. There was much Formica left over after the castle was completed. The extra Formica would be sold to people who lived in reality, many, many years away. Nobody ever imagined that parts of King Sammy's castle would end up in kitchens.

The king was the king because he controlled gravity. That was the only reason he was king. Which was good enough when you think about it. If he didn't like you for any reason, he would snap his fingers and you would float higher and higher until he snapped them again and you would stay at that height forever or until he brought you back down again, maybe.

People were living at different heights all over the place. The people the king hated the most were very high up in the sky, sitting on stainless-steel chairs. The people who who lived in reality, many, many years away, would look into the sky and invent the word "star." They would also invent the word "shooting star," which was actually a person on a chair that the king was moving to another position.

The reason I lived in a hammock at 300 feet was I was a waiter at the castle, and one night, entranced by the beauty of the king's niece, I accidentally served soup on flat dishes. I smiled at the young girl, the king snapped his fingers, and I went up through a skylight and have been living at 300 feet ever since. I overtook Styrofoam Canyon.

To please King Sammy and again live on the ground was indeed my goal. I was notified of my chance to do this one day at about an hour before the beginning of time. A bird flew to my hammock delivering a small letter. An invitation to possible fate. It was from the king himself. It said, "Dear Phillip: As you know, this year I will be celebrating my birthday on August 11th. If you can arrange a unique festival I will again allow you to live on the ground or at least at eye level and maybe date my niece, Princess Sammintine. I know your great-great-grandfather invented socializing. That is why I'm giving you this chance. If not, I'm sure you will be reaching further heights. Sincerely, King Sammy."

Actually my great-great-grandfather was really a hermit and invented socializing just as a joke.

So here was my chance to redeem myself and live on the ground again. I decided I would go to sleep and dream about what to do. Often I would wave goodbye when I went to sleep. As a small boy I would sometimes sleep with my eyes open so all my dreams would take place in my room. It was raining. There was a great rainbow. Rainbows over Water Island were made of a light plastic.

I was standing on a cliff looking out into the great ocean. The ocean was called Land Ocean. Just then a herd of deer ran by. None of them had eyelashes.

The water was beautiful. The king loved water. Hmmm hmm. The king was very fond of water, to the point where he installed a pool that surrounded the entire castle. Other kings would later copy this idea.

King Sammy could not swim. People who were great swimmers were despised by the king and forced to live on twelve-foot chairs. My dream then switched to housekeeping, which startled me awake.

Yes, yes, the king loved water. If only Water Island had a shore.

I began to work. I got rid of the sand the only way I knew how, I vacuumed it. Night and day I vacuumed until the sand on Water Island got lower and lower, closer to the ocean. Inadvertently, I was inventing the beach.

It was the night of August 10th. I needed much help. So I hired hundreds of small children to help remove the sand. I gave them little plastic buckets and little plastic shovels. The children removed tons of sand. They worked very hard, although they thought they were playing.

Soon the land was level with the water. An unusually beautiful sight to see for the first time: the shore, the beach. I walked up and down this peaceful area trying to avoid the broken glass.

I wrote a letter to King Sammy. "Dear King Sammy: Meet me where I'm going to be. Sincerely, Phillip."

I then prepared the festival. I brought loads of food and ale packed in boxes that were built in the Styrofoam Canyon. I brought small, horizontal fireplaces that stood on little legs. I hired a group of minstrels who could only play music too loud.

Fate lessons of the past and present were now in session. Tradition was about to begin. King Sammy arrived at the beach with fifteen court jesters, his wife, Edna, Princess Sammintine, and several other men and women who were walking around at different heights. Some of them he really didn't like and made them arrive in their underwear. People in reality would do this willingly, many, many years away.

The minstrels began to play. The king danced with the waves. I danced with the shadow of the king, and the idea of Princess Sammintine kissed the back of my memory of the events that took place.

We drank until we almost drowned on land.

A seventy-two-year-old childhood friend of the king cut the plastic rainbows into circles and filled them with air to create colorful bouncing balls. As the king snapped his fingers to the music, people were flying up and down all over the beach. The children with plastic buckets were now heavily into the construction of little castles made of sand, so the king would feel at home.

The more the king drank, the more he liked the people, and the more he liked the people, the lower they were to the ground.

Soon people were actually lying down on little cotton flags all over the beach.

I invited a few of the great swimmers on twelve-foot chairs. The king ordered them to stay in their chairs unless someone was drowning. They wore bright orange shorts.

I had a waterproof pen. The ocean was very calm. The king wanted bigger waves. So I drew huge waves on the ocean. The ships didn't understand.

As the madness continued, I made my way over to Princess Sammintine. I asked her if she wanted a massage. She said, "Yes, but not physically." I said, "How do you like the beach?" She said, "Well, it's kind of sandy." I apologized for the beach's being sandy. Then I said, "Will you marry me?" She said, "No, you're boring, and besides I've seen fatter legs on a bird."

I smiled at Princess Sammintine and accidentally served clam chowder on flat dishes. The king snapped his fingers, and I went up 300 feet onto my hammock in the sky.

I lay there swinging in the breeze, knowing that a situation like that would never take place again.

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

You so crazy...

~ R W

 

[minsue]

You so crazy...

~ R W

And you are prolific. Over 100 posts in less than 3 days???

 

[ABSTRUSE]

And you are prolific. Over 100 posts in less than 3 days???

She's a little bit of a posting whore, wouldn't you say?

OOPS!..um...I meant it as a compliment...yeah...a compliment.

~A~

 

[minsue]

She's a little bit of a posting whore, wouldn't you say?

OOPS!..um...I meant it as a compliment...yeah...a compliment.

~A~

 

[Edward Teach]

Why don't Junior Leaguers like group sex?
"Just toooo many thank-you notes."

Why don't Junior Leaguers douche?
"Just toooo hard to find shoes to match the bag."

 

[minsue]

A man meets a gorgeous woman in a bar. They hit if off, and end up leaving together. They get back to her place, and as she shows him around her apartment, he notices that her bedroom is littered with teddy bears.

Hundreds of small bears sit on a shelf near the floor, Medium sized bears are on the next shelf up, and huge bears line the top shelf. The man is kind of surprised that this woman would have so prolific a collection of teddy bears, but he opts not to make mention of it.

After a night of passion, as they are lying together in the afterglow, the man rolls over and asks, smiling, "Well, how was it?"

The woman says, "You can have any prize from the bottom shelf."

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

And you are prolific. Over 100 posts in less than 3 days???

No shit! Between Dr. Strabismus's Free Word Thread and the No Topic thread, this place is a black hole for someone with very little to do this weekend. I plan on slowing down now. Felt a little naked without an AV. Not that I have a problem with nudity or anything but we did just meet, after all.

Speaking of prolific habits...how long did it take you to find all these cool emoticons I keep seeing around here?


~ R W

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Two gay men were having a lovely dinner at home when the one say's to his partner:
" I have something stuck up my ass. Can you see what it is?" and he drops his drawers.

His lover takes a peek.
"Hmmm, I don't see anything."

The other guy say's "Well I can feel something, reach up and see."

"Are you serious?"

His boyfriend starts to whine, "I know there is something there, Please go up and check it out."

So his lover sticks his hand up his ass and pulls out a Rolex.
"OMG it's a watch!"

To which his boyfriend sings...."Happy Birthday to you.........."

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

She's a little bit of a posting whore, wouldn't you say?

OOPS!..um...I meant it as a compliment...yeah...a compliment.

~A~

What do you know about my whoredom? I haven't been by your place in at least 48 hours.

~ R W

Compliment this...http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-018.gif

 

[ABSTRUSE]

What do you know about my whoredom? I haven't been by your place in at least 48 hours.

~ R W

Compliment this...http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0304/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-018.gif

I know you are, but what am I?

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

I know you are, but what am I?

~ R W

 

[rgraham666]

Three gays are talking in a bar. The conversation turns to what they would most like to do for a living.

"I would like to be a ballet dancer," says the first one.

"Fabulous!" reply the others.

"A hairdresser," announces the second gay.

"How cool is that?" chorus the others.

"I want to be a baseball pitcher," comes from the third.

"Oh, for heavens sakes! What ever for?"

"Well, I get the ball back from the catcher, roll it around in my glove, toss it to the first baseman, who tosses it to the second baseman, who tosses it to the shortstop, who then tosses it to me. I nod off the first signal, agree to the second, go into my windup…

About this time someone in the stands yells 'Pitch, you cocksucker!'"

That's what I like! Public recognition!"

 

[thebullet]

Here's an old Jewish American Princess joke:

Q. Why does a J.A.P. close her eyes when she makes love?

A. She can't stand to see her husband having a good time.


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A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:

Cheese Sandwich: $1.50
Chicken Sandwich: $2.50
Hand Job: $10.00

Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons one of the three exceptionally attractive blondes serving drinks.

"Yes," she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"

"I was wondering ... are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"

"Yes", she purrs, "indeed I am."

"Well wash your hands, I want a cheese sandwich."







thebullet's stories

 

[NoJo]

My 12 year old told me this one:

Why did the little girl fall off the swing?

Because she had no arms.

 

[Guest]

 

[lucky-E-leven]

A co-workers five year old met him at the door when he came home from work.

"Daddy, want to see what I learned in Karate today?"

"Sure, honey." he said automatically as he hung up his coat.

She kicked him in the nuts, all 40 pounds of her behind the kick.

(true)

I know that's not a joke, but it made me giggle good and long. Thanks Pierce.

~lucky

 

[Guest]

When my older son was 4 or 5 he had a favorite "joke". He would ask, "Know what?"

Me & every adult in his life: "No. What?"

He, thoroughly cracking up for 10 minutes after, "Chicken butt!"

Try it. He and his friends told it on each other, but they especially loved telling it to grown-ups.

Perdita

 

[lucky-E-leven]

When my older son was 4 or 5 he had a favorite "joke". He would ask, "Know what?"

Me & every adult in his life: "No. What?"

He, thoroughly cracking up for 10 minutes after, "Chicken butt!"

Try it. He and his friends told it on each other, but they especially loved telling it to grown-ups.

Perdita

Guilty.

~lucky


Hey Perdita, "Know what?"

 

[Guest]

Hey Perdita, "Know what?"

All the time.