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Gospel for 90s kids
From the prophetic pages of Unrealitymag. com come some things for the nineties that are hard to argue with:
Like this:
I Don’t Feel Stupid Anymore
I Don’t Feel Stupid Anymore - (this is from a lovely friend of mine, and has made the rounds on the internet, but it made me laugh…so I share, I’m that type of guy)
Now that’s a lineman!!
AND MY FAVORITE
â€|â€|â€|.and as soon as this happens……… Retire with dignity…….
Poop, there it is
Poop trucks are funny
A humorous Interlude
Two nuns are ordered to paint a room in the convent, with a warning from the Mother Superior not to get even a drop of paint on their habits.
After conferring about this, the two nuns decide to lock the door of the room, strip off their habits, and paint naked.
In the middle of the project, there’s a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” calls one of the nuns.
“Blind man,” replies a voice from the other side of the door.
The two nuns look at each other and shrug, both deciding that no harm can come from letting a blind man into the room. They open the door and the man enters.
“Nice boobs,” says the man. “Where do you want the blinds?”
Like this:
Don’t see that everyday…
Don’ cha
Royal Wedding
Sums up all you need to know, Monarchy-wise.
What if Moses Had Facebook
So not Top Gear
The Smart Car
What we will be forced to drive quite soon.
But look at all of the ‘great new choices’
we will have evolving from ‘The SMART Car‘….
The Smorvette!
The Smaudi A3 AWD!
The Smamborghini!
The Smorsche!
The Smerrari!
And last, but not least,
The Smustang
Your Duck is Dead
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”
The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead,” replied the vet.
“How can you be so sure?” she protested. “I mean you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador retriever. As the duck’s
owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill.
“$900!” she cried, “$900 just to tell me my duck is dead!”
The vet shrugged, “I’m sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $50, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s now $900.”
