Why didn't the U.S. Govt. Think of this?
A friend of mine just started his own business in Afghanistan
He's making land mines that look like prayer mats.
It's doing well. He says prophets are going through the roof.
Thanks to Larry R from Washington Township Pa. for this contribution
In memory of Cashphat
In memory of our father
Daniel J Brooks
June 20, 1957 to December 18,2011
We will always remember you
From his sons Rooster and Squatchy
Daniel J Brooks
June 20, 1957 to December 18,2011
We will always remember you
From his sons Rooster and Squatchy
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Drunken Cowboy
An apparent Drunken Cowboy lay sprawled across
Three entire seats in a posh Amarillo Theater.
When the Usher came by and noticed him, He whispered to the Cowboy, "Sorry, Sir, But you're only allowed one seat."
The Cowboy just groaned but didn't even budge.
The Usher became more impatient and insistent: "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."
Once again, the cowboy just groaned. The Usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, But without success. He just lay there in a dazed stupor.
Finally they had enough and summoned the police.
A Texas Ranger arrived, surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the Cowboy moaned.
"Where ya all from, Sam?" asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice, a grim expression and without moving a muscle, Sam said, "The Balcony."
Thanks to Terry S from Murrysville Pa. for this contribution
Three entire seats in a posh Amarillo Theater.
When the Usher came by and noticed him, He whispered to the Cowboy, "Sorry, Sir, But you're only allowed one seat."
The Cowboy just groaned but didn't even budge.
The Usher became more impatient and insistent: "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."
Once again, the cowboy just groaned. The Usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, But without success. He just lay there in a dazed stupor.
Finally they had enough and summoned the police.
A Texas Ranger arrived, surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the Cowboy moaned.
"Where ya all from, Sam?" asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice, a grim expression and without moving a muscle, Sam said, "The Balcony."
Thanks to Terry S from Murrysville Pa. for this contribution
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
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