05-29-2006, 02:59 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: In the middle of the desert.
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The Snoring Deputy
A group of retired deputy sheriffs went to a retreat in the mountains.
To save money, they decided to sleep two to a room. But no one wanted to room with Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The first deputy slept in Daryl's room and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said,"Man, what happened to you?" He said, "Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night." The next night it was a different deputy's turn. In the morning, same thing -- hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Whoa, bad night? You look awful!" He said, "Geez, that Daryl shakes the roof. I watched him all night." The third night was Frank's turn. Frank was a big burly ex-football player; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Good morning!" he said. They couldn't believe it! They said, "Wow, what happened?" He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed and kissed him good night. He sat up and watched me all night long."
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05-29-2006, 06:20 PM | #2 (permalink) |
Extreme moderation
Location: Kansas City, yo.
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LOL. Now that's funny.
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05-30-2006, 11:05 AM | #8 (permalink) |
Evil Priest: The Devil Made Me Do It!
Location: Southern England
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Love it.
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