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of The Cooler
Sep 1999 time: 23:29
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A pair of jumper cables walk into a bar. The bartender says "I'll serve you, but don't start anything."
A sandwich walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry we don't serve food in here."
Two peanuts walk into a bar -- One was a salted. Che?
A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: "A beer please, and one for the road."
Two aerials meet on a roof, fall in love get married.
The ceremony wasn't much but the reception was brilliant.
Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"
"Doc, I can't stop singing 'The green, green grass of home.'"
"That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome."
"Is it common?"
"It's not unusual."
Two cows standing next to each other in a field, Daisy says to Dolly "I was artificially inseminated this morning."
"I don't believe you," said Dolly.
"It's true, no bull!"
A guy walks into the psychiatrist wearing only Glad Wrap shorts. The shrink says, "Well, I can clearly see you're nuts."
Two hydrogen atoms walk into a bar.
One says, "I've lost my electron."
The other says, "Are you sure?"
The first replies, "Yes, I'm positive..."
Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this BS before.
Apparently, 1 in 5 people in the world are Chinese.
And there are 5 people in my family, so it must be one of them.
It's either my mum or my dad...or maybe my older brother Colin.
Or my younger brother Ho-Cha Chu.
But I'm pretty sure it's Colin.
I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn't find any.
I went to the butchers the other day and I bet him $50 that he couldn't reach the meat off the top shelf.
He said, 'no, the steaks are too high.'
My friend drowned in a bowl of mueslix.
He was pulled in by a strong currant.
I went to a seafood disco rave last week ... and pulled a mussel.
Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly; but when they lit a fire in the craft, it sank, proving once and for all that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.
What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh. 
Two fish swim into a concrete wall.
One turns to the other and says "dam!"
The best for last:
A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet and says, "My dog's cross-eyed, is there anything you can do for him?"
"Well," says the vet, "let's have a look at him"
So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his teeth.
Finally, he says "I'm going to have to put him down."
"Why?, Because he's cross-eyed?"
"No, because he's really heavy"
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Grandpa Troll

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I owe..I owe..it's off to work I go
Jul 2000 time: 00:29
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A Famous Northern Litigator went down to Arkansas to Duck Hunt.
He went out to this field, saw a Duck, shot it, went to retrieve it. He approached the fence that seperated the hunting property from the adjacent farmers property. As he went to climb the fence, the framer approached him on his tractor.
"Just getting my Duck" stated the Yankee attorney.
"That thar's my duck....my property..my duck" drawled the Razorback agriculturist.
The enraged Lawyer was furious, spat out.."I'll sue you for everything you own and put you on the street if you don't let me have my %$#@*~ Duck!
Calmly, The Farmer, spitting his chaw of T-Backey on the ground, stated, "well, Mr. City Slicker, dont get your hair hung in a twist, we here in Arkansas settle things with a "Three Kick Rule".
Puzzeled, the Yankee inquired closer, "Whats that?..this 3-Kick rule?"
Again, spewing tobbacco juice toward the feet of the attorney, he continued.."Well, what we do is One of us kicks the other 3 times, then the other takes his turn, until one of us gives."
The Lawyer beamed a crafty smile, slyly, with his best game face on, he thought.."Hmm, I am 37 years old, I play racquetball 5 days a week, swim 3 days a week, run every day, eat healthy, am in the best shape of my life"..pausing, noticing the farmer was in his early 60's, smirked..stating
"You go ahead and go first old timer"
They each met on the farmers property, between the tractor and the dead duck. The Farmer walked up, Kicked the Attorney square in the Testacles, sending the attorney to his knees, tears in his eyes, blinded by the excruciating pain.
The next kick land by the steel toe of the farmers boot sunk into his kidneys area. The attorney lay sprawled out with a shortness of breath barely audible as he tried to take air.
The Farmer then kicked the Yankee in the face, breaking his nose, splitting his top lip, shutting his right eye swollen.
The attorney couldnt believe what had just happened, struggling with his last ounce of energy, he found strength to get to his feet. He looked out his one good eye, told the farmer, "Im gonna whoop your AR$E!".
The Farmer, spewing his Tobbacco chaw onto the attorneys right foot, smiled with his toothless grin..
stated "Forget it, you win, keep the duck!"
Peace
Grandpa Troll
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Japher
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Ook! Ook! Ack! Ack! Ack!
Jun 2002 time: 05:29
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THE BELLRINGER
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of
the cathedral of Notre Dame
sent word through the streets of Paris
that a new bellringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would
conduct the interviews personally
and went up into the belfry
to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants
demonstrate their skills,
he decided to call it a day when
a lone, armless man approached him
and announced that he was there
to apply for the bellringer's job.
The bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!" he said.
"No matter," said the man, "observe!"
He then began striking the bells with his face,
producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment,
convinced that he had finally found
a suitable replacement for Qyasimodo.
Suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell,
the armless man tripped, and plunged
headlong out of the belfry window
to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side.
When he reached the street,
a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure,
having been drawn by the beautiful music
they had heard only moments before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through,
one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?"
"I don't know his name," the bishop replied,
"but his face rings a bell."
(Wait there's more)
The following day, despite the sadness
that weighed heavily on his heart
due to the unfortunate death
of the armless campanologist,
the bishop continued his interviews
for the bellringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said,
"Your excellency, I am the brother of
the poor, armless wretch that fell to his death
from this very belfry yesterday.
I pray that you honor his life
by allowing me to replace him in this duty."
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition,
and as the armless man's brother stooped
to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned,
clutched at his chest and died on the spot!
Two monks, hearing the bishop's
cries of grief at this second tragedy,
rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened"
the first breathlessly monk asked, "Who is this man?"
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop,
"but he's a dead ringer for his brother.

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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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oh my god...
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