07-24-2005, 09:59 AM | #1 (permalink) |
big damn hero
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Snotty son and the Sausage Factory
There once was a man who owned a sausage factory, and he was showing his arrogant preppy son around his factory.
Try as he might to impress his snobbish son, his son would just sneer. Finally they approached the heart of the factory, where the father thought, "This should impress him!" He showed his son a gigantic machine and said "Son, this is the heart of the factory. With this machine here we can put in a pig, and out come sausages. It is the most expensive and most complicated machine in the whole of the factory." The prudish son, unimpressed, said "Yes, but do you have a machine where you can put in a sausage and out comes a pig?" "Why, yes, son, we do. We call it your mother."
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08-01-2005, 01:05 AM | #7 (permalink) |
Tilted
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haha, ill have to tell that to the missus
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