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A man is in love with three women and can't decide who to marry. He comes up with a little tesT that he hopes will help him make his descision.

He gives each women $1,000 and sits back to see what happens.

The first girl goes to the salon. "I spent it to make myself more beautiful for you"

The second girl goes shopping. "I spent it all on YOU because I love you soooo much"

The third girl invests the $1000 and doubles it "Now we can BOTH enjoy the money"

Which one does he choose?


































The one with the biggest tits....
 

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What do blondes and KFC have in common?

Once your done with the thighs and breast, all you got left is a greasy box to stick your bone in.
 

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Canadian Siamese twins

Siamese twins walk into a bar in Toronto and park themselves on a bar stool.

One of them says to the bartender, "Don't mind us; as you can see, we're joined side by side at the hip. I’m John, he's
Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers, draft please."

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. "Been on holiday
yet, boys"?

"Off to England next month," says John. "We go to England every year, rent a car and drive for miles. Don't we, Jim?" Jim agrees.

"Ah, England !" says the bartender. "Wonderful country... the history, the beer, the culture..."

"Nah, we don't like that British crap," says John. "Hamburgers and Molson's beer, that's us, eh Jim? And we can't
stand the English - they're so arrogant and rude."

"So why keep going to England ?" asks the bartender.

"It's the only chance Jim gets to drive."
 

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Two accountants went out for a round of golf one day and just as they were getting set up for the first hole, a guy came up and asked them if he could join them, as it appeared that his partner was a no-show. So they both agreed to let him play with them and mutual introductions were exchanged.

As they were playing the first hole, they got to talking about their jobs. When the stranger was asked about his line of work, he said, “I’m a hit man.”

“You mean like killing people?” the first accountant asked incredulously.

“Yep,” said the stranger, and went on to explain that he was in the higher end of the business, CIA and special mob hits kinda thing.

“What do you charge,” asked the second accountant, "if you don't mind me asking?"

“Not at all, 10,000 bucks a shot. US. Plus expenses,” said the hit man.

“So you’re a shooter,” said the first accountant.

“Yep, wanna see my gear?” asked the hit man, as he opened up a special compartment of his golf bag and pulled out a tiny, weird looking rifle with a HUGE scope on it.

After exclaiming about the high tech look of the thing, the second accountant asked if he could have a look through the scope. The hit man readily agreed and handed the rifle over. The guy aimed it up into a nearby suburb and said, “Hey, look at this, I can see my place! Cool! Hey, there’s my wife in the upstairs bedroom… uhhh… what’s she doing taking her clothes off in the middle of the morning… shit, what’s she doing wearing that sexy lingerie… what the fuck! My neighbour is up there too! And he’s taking his clothes off! Dang it, he’s gonna fuck her!!! Look at this!”

The hit man took the rifle back and had a quick look, then asked, “Can I do anything to help?”

“You mean you can do that from here?” asked the accountant.

“Sure," said the hit man, “where do you want me to place the shots?”

“Holy fuck,” shouted the accountant, “well, first of all I want you to blow that damn bitch’s head right off. Then I want you to shoot that friggen’ neigbour of mine right in the friggen’ balls!”

“OK.“ said the hit man, chambering a round and raising the rifle to take aim.

After about a minute of the hit man holding his aim but not firing, the accountant asked, “What are you doing, they’ll get away!”

“Be patient,” said the hit man cooly, “It looks like I’ll be able to save you the price of a shot!”
 

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HELL EXPLAINED - BY A CHEMISTRY STUDENT

The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry mid-term, and an actual answer turned in by a student.

The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving, which is unlikely. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. There fore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct..... ...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.'
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+
 

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HOW TO START A FIGHT


One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot for Christmas.
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied, 'Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!'

And that's when the fight started.....
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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?'
'No,' she answered.
I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, and replied, 'Yes.'
So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'

And that's when the fight started...
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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."

And that's when the fight started.....
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed, "He's my old boyfriend.... I understand he took to drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and he hasn't been sober since."

"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"

And that's when the fight started...
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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take
care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer. Always something more important to me .
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for
a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp. Error! Filename not specified.
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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Same thing as last night, a half inch of dust."

And that's when the fight started...
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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."
I bought her a bathroom scale.

And that's when the fight started......

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office...

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'

And that's when the fight started...
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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, "I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'
I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."

And that's when the fight started........
 

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I just LOVE this GIF because it depicts what I think about this particular group of protestors. They are righteous about their beliefs while subsidized by their parents. No need to retort. That's all I have to say about them.

:thefinger:

 

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I was @ Granville Island and there was a homeless man with a sign that said “1 dollar for dirty joke.” Seemed like a good investment to me so I gladly handed over a dollar.

Homeless man: “Alright sir whats your name?

Me: “wetnose”

Homeless man: “So wetnose, there is black rooster alright? How many legs does that chicken have”

Me: “two?”

Homeless man: “Right, now how many wings this black rooster got?”

Me: “two?”

Homeless man: “Right, now how many eyes this black rooster got?”

Me: “two?”

Homeless man: “Right again, now there is this white cat walking around how many hairs are on that white cat?"

Me: “I don’t know? A lot?”

Homeless man: “Well wetnose, why do you know so much about black cock and not enough about white pussy.”
 

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Q: What is the difference between 3 dicks and a joke?
A: Your mom can't take a joke
 

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A man is dumped by his wife because he was too kinky for her, and he goes to a bar to drown his sorrows. While there he strikes up a conversation with a woman who just happens to have been left by her husband for being too kinky.

They eventually put two and two together and go for cocktails at the woman's apartment. After a couple more drinks, she tells him she's going to slip into something a little more restricting...

She goes into her room and changes in to a leather leotard with six-inch high stilletto boots. She gets her cat o' nine tails ready and comes out of the room to find the man walking out the front door.
"Hey! I thought we were going to get kinky?!"

He turns around and says "Lady, I just fucked your dog and shit in your purse, I gotta go."
 

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Man goes to see the doctor.
Doctor says "well, you're going to have to stop masturbating."
Man says "Why?"
Doctor says "because I'm trying to examine you."
 
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