I got this from Steve Rankin at Southern Crown.
The phone rings and the lady of the house answers.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Sanders, please."
"Speaking."
"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which."
"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.
"Normally we can, but the new health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."
Got this one from Clanium. Hats of Meat. It's MEAT!!! And it's a HAT!!!
I think that (Dead) Tommy 5's wife sent this one. "There, I fixed it!"
The Long-Haired, Rock-n-Roll, Hippie Engineer sent these in of the ULTIMATE HUNT MOBILE!!! Yes, Amite County, Mississippi. Insert obligatory "Mother of Invention" comment here. (Please also recognize that three wheeler production was ended somewhere around 1988.)
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16 comments:
That cycle ain't gonna get the gas mileage of a regular cycle, and is gonna upset AlGore.
Mass produce 'em...
The Baby Bongtle, really?
I have never seen a 3-wheeler towing a 3-wheeler.
I want that trike for Christmas. Tell Santa for me.
Loved the joke!
Thank you.
Is your mouth better?
You started it.
Lesbians. Gheesh.
heh
bwah!
I think sand in a vagina could only occur on a beach. (But don't quote me).
I actually saw a big ol fat chick once in Gulf Shores shaking her junk all over the place after being hauled up from her Buddha position.
I made the children hide their eyes.
I did not know why she was exercising for the first time in her life, but now it makes sense.
I wish that I had a handload of sand to rub over my brain to remove that image.
You're welcome.
You love it.
Aw, youse guys.
I think sand in a vagina could only occur on a beach. (But don't quote me).
I actually saw a big ol fat chick once in Gulf Shores shaking her junk all over the place after being hauled up from her Buddha position.
I made the children hide their eyes.
I did not know why she was exercising for the first time in her life, but now it makes sense.
I wish that I had a handload of sand to rub over my brain to remove that image.
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