Thinning out the competition one at a time. Dramatic shortage of life threatening crackers.
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Thinning out the competition one at a time. Dramatic shortage of life threatening crackers.
Anchovies.................My favorites are the ones rolled and with a caper in the center. Just pluck 'em out of the can and eat. No crackers needed.
How did we high-jack Anne's 'Joke' thread with food? I guess I started it, didn't I?
Sorry Anne!!!!!!!
Tom
How did we high-jack Anne's 'Joke' thread with food? I guess I started it, didn't I?
Sorry Anne!!!!!!!
Tom
xseler,
Exactly. I'm talking about the crackers that cost so much that you put them back on the shelf twice before you realize that your worth every penny they cost.
Steve.
Exactly. I'm talking about the crackers that cost so much that you put them back on the shelf twice before you realize that your worth every penny they cost.
Steve.
Jokes are fine but lets keep it clean. After all folks, a lady started this thread. We also have youngsters who visit here. Use some discretion if you're going to post a joke. It's a 'family forum'.
Tom
Tom
I don't know, I go away for five minutes and you're telling naughty jokes behind the bicycle shed and harassing anchovies.
Or joking a post? Cheers to the host of this post, no joke!
(and it's not April fools day)
Some have heard this one. I tried it on a guy in a Camaro who was dissin' my slowcoach motorbike.
Me: "Sure, it doesn't *look* fast, but I'll race you."
Camaro dude: "You'll race me? On the bike, you mean?"
Me: "Yep, on the bike. But we gotta play by the rules."
Camaro dude: "Okay, what are these rules?"
Me: "We each start in the same place with only a half-gallon of gas, and the finish line is 50 miles away. Loser buys the winner's beer."
He laughed but he didn't fall for it.
Me: "Sure, it doesn't *look* fast, but I'll race you."
Camaro dude: "You'll race me? On the bike, you mean?"
Me: "Yep, on the bike. But we gotta play by the rules."
Camaro dude: "Okay, what are these rules?"
Me: "We each start in the same place with only a half-gallon of gas, and the finish line is 50 miles away. Loser buys the winner's beer."
He laughed but he didn't fall for it.
Mentos and Dr. Pepper??? At least he was wearing a full face helmet....
I think the guy got rabies after the dog bit him, talk about frothing at the mouth.
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