Man... That Fox is stacked!
How Ya Like My New Pool
It's A Miracle!!
Paddy drops a slice of buttered toast on the kitchen floor and it lands butter-side-up.
He looks down in astonishment, for he knows that it's a law of nature of the universe that buttered toast always falls butter-side- down.
So he rushes round to the presbytery to fetch Father Flanagan.
He tells the priest that a miracle has occurred in his kitchen. But he won't say what it is, so he asks Fr. Flanagan to come and see it with his own eyes.
He leads Fr.Flanagan into the kitchen and asks him what he sees on the floor.
"Well," says the priest, "It's pretty obvious. Someone has dropped some buttered toast on the floor and then, for some reason, they flipped it over so that the butter was on top!"
"No", Father, "I dropped it and it landed like that!" exclaimed Paddy.
"Oh my Lord," says Fr. Flanagan, "Dropped toast never falls with the butter side up. It's a mir…. Wait... it's not for me to say it's a miracle. I'll have to report this matter to the Bishop he'll have to deal with it. He'll send some people round; to interview you, take photos, etc."
A thorough investigation is conducted, not only by the archdiocese but by scientists sent over from the Curia in Rome . No expense is spared. There is great excitement in the town as everyone knows that a miracle will bring in much need tourism revenue.
Then, after 8 long weeks and with great fanfare, the Bishop announces the final ruling.
"It is certain that some kind of an extraordinary event took place in Paddy's kitchen, quite outside the natural laws of the universe. Yet the Holy Man must be very cautious before ruling a miracle. All other explanations must be ruled out. Unfortunately, in this case, it has been declared 'No Miracle' because they think that Paddy may have buttered the toast on the wrong side!"
Is Nothing Safe Anymore??
An Ode to the Odor
A fart is a pleasant thing,
It gives the belly ease,
It warms the bed in winter,
And suffocates the fleas.
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known
To sound like a song......
A fart can create
A most curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, and deadly.
A fart might not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger a while......
A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone there,
With strange looks on their faces.
From wide-open prairie,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of
Us sooner or later.
That farts are all bad,
Is simply not true-
We must never forget.......
There's old farts like you!
Kinda brings a tear to your eye - don't they?
Thingz to Do in A Public Bathroom Stall
Stick your palm open under the stall wall and ask your neighbor, ''May I borrow a highlighter?''
''Uh-oh, I knew I shouldn't put my lips on that.''
Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise.
''Hmmm, I've never seen that color before.''
''Damn, this water is cold.''
Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantaloupe into the toilet bowl from a high place and sigh relaxingly.
''Now how did that get there?''
''Hummus. Reminds me of hummus.''
Fill up a large flask with Mountian Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling,''Whoa! Easy boy!!''
'Interesting....more sinkers than floaters''
Using a small squeeze tube, spread peaunt butter on a wad of toliet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say, ''Whoops, could you kick that back over here, please?"
''C'mon Mr. Happy! Don't fall asleep on me!!"
''Boy, that sure looks like a maggot''
''Damn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. Now what am I gonna do?''
Play a well-known drum cadence over and over again on your butt cheeks.
Before you unroll toliet paper, conspicusly lay down your ''Cross-Dressers Anonymous'' newsletter on the floor visiable to the adjacent stall.
Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, ''Peek-a-boo!''
Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing ''Born Free.''
They Have a Sense of Humor
Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.
Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist and Dr. Jones was the proctologist.
They put up a sign reading: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors."
The town council was livid and insisted they change it.
So, the docs changed it to read:
"Schizoids and Hemorrhoids."
This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.
"Catatonics and High Colonics"
No go. Next, they tried
"Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives"
Thumbs down again.
Then came "Minds and Behinds"
Still no good.
Another attempt resulted in
"Lost Souls and Butt Holes"
Unacceptable again!
So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts"
Not a chance.
"Nuts and Butts"
No way.
"Freaks and Cheeks"
Still no good.
"Loons and Moons"
Forget it.
Almost at their wit's end, the docs finally came up with:
"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones -
Specializing in Odds and Ends."
Finally everyone loved it.