08-07-2006, 09:05 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Ohio
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"I Think Your The Father Of One Of My Kids"
A guy goes to a supermarket and notices a beautiful blonde wave at
him saying hello. He's rather taken back, because he can't place where he knows her from, so he says "Do you know me?" to which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids." Now he thinks back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I laid on the pool table with all my buddies watching, while your partner whipped my ass with wet celery and then stuck a carrot up my ass?" No, she said... I'm your son's math teacher |
08-07-2006, 09:47 AM | #2 (permalink) |
will always be an Alyson Hanniganite
Location: In the dust of the archives
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Well....she could've been one and the same. Underpaid teachers need to moonlight, y'know.
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08-08-2006, 07:59 AM | #4 (permalink) |
Extreme moderation
Location: Kansas City, yo.
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Ok, I laughed and snorted Kool-aid out my nose and onto just about everything in a two foot radius. I hope you are happy...
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08-08-2006, 08:12 AM | #5 (permalink) |
Evil Priest: The Devil Made Me Do It!
Location: Southern England
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i like that one.
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