Saturday Night Giggles

[shyybabe]

Tax the penis


The only thing that the tax department has not taxed yet is the male penis.

This is due to the fact that 40 percent of the time it is hanging around unemployed, 30 percent of the time it is bard up, 20 percent of the time it is pissed off and 10 percent of the time it is on the hole.

On top of that, it bas two dependents and they are both nuts.

Effective ! January 2001, your penis will be taxed according to size, as follows:

11-12".,.... Luxury Tax $30
8-10' Pole Tax $25
6-7" Privilege Tax $15
5` Nuisance Tax $3
A male exceeding 12" must file under capital gains while anyone under 4" is eligible for a refund.

PLEASE DO NOT ASK FOR AN EXTENSION
Sincerely Pecker Checker,
Tax Department

We are stall waiting for answers to the following:

Are there penalties for early withdrawals?

What if one's penis is self-employed?

Do multiple partners count as a corporation?

Are condoms a deductible expense as work clothes?

 

[shyybabe]

Energizer Bunny has Died

A very sad event occurred last night: the Energizer Bunny, after going and going for so long has unfortunately passed away.

The official medical report states that Mr. Bunny died from a Heart Attack brought on by sexual over stimulation.

It seems that someone had put his batteries in backwards and he kept coming...and coming...and coming......

 

[shyybabe]

A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after-work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, young man entered.

He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes away from him. The young man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward them.

Before she could offer her apologies for being so rude for staring, the young man said to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for 20 bills, which she gladly pressed into the young man's hand.

She looked deeply into his eyes and slowly and meaningfully said... "Clean my house."

 

[shyybabe]

After much soul searching and having determined the husband was infertile, the childless couple decided to try artificial insemination. When the woman showed up at the clinic, she was told to undress from the waist down, get on the table and place her feet in the stirrups.

She was feeling rather awkward about the entire procedure when the doctor came in. Her anxiety was not diminished by the sight of him pulling down his pants! "Wait a minute! What the hell is going on here?" yelped the woman, pulling herself into a sitting position.

"Don't you want to get pregnant?" asked the doctor. "Well, yes, I do," answered the woman.

"Then lie back and spread 'em," replied the doctor. "We're all out of the bottled stuff. You'll just have to settle for what's on tap."