NOT work friendly. NOT child friendly. If you're offended by the F word don't even hit play. For everyone else, this is effing hilarious-
Showing posts with label funny stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny stuff. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
School, 1958 vs 2008
Scenario: Jack goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with shotgun in gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2007 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counsellors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2007 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.
Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2007 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2007 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.
Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1957 - Mark shares aspirin with Principal out on the smoking dock.
2007 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.
1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane, blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2007 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2007 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counsellors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2007 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.
Scenario: Jeffrey won't be still in class, disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2007 - Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2007 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.
Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1957 - Mark shares aspirin with Principal out on the smoking dock.
2007 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.
1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane, blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2007 - BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Daddy's Rules for Dating
My dad sent this to me in an email. Ahh flashbacks to high school.....
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them..
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them..
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Stupid is everywhere
Okay so this is how the conversation went:
Walmart Employee: "Hello 'dis Walmarts, how can I help you?"
CoWorker: "I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week."
Walmart Employee: "What you want on the cake?"
CoWorker: "'Best Wishes Suzanne' and underneath that 'We will miss you' ".
Walmart Employee: "Hello 'dis Walmarts, how can I help you?"
CoWorker: "I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week."
Walmart Employee: "What you want on the cake?"
CoWorker: "'Best Wishes Suzanne' and underneath that 'We will miss you' ".
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Ten things I've done that you probably haven't
A meme courtesy of a very funny lady Beej (of the boob brigade)
1- Nursed a 33 month old. This is the single most controversial thing I've done lately and it's the dumbest argument I've ever had. I'm not asking *you* to nurse him, so back off.
2- Shot a 43 second round in an IPSC competition. Three stages, 36 pieces of steel. I rock for an amature.
3- Ended up with my both feet and half my ass hanging out the window of a Jeep, with the gear shift lodged rather firmly in my eye socket, realizing that although I came with in inches of certain death my lovely BIL still had his Budweiser bottle clamped firmly between his teeth. And hadn't spilled a drop.
4- Loaded 1200 boxes in 3 hours. And enjoyed it. Working your way up at your friendly brown parcel service makes you feel accomplished.
5- Managed to sufficiently embarrass my self with aluminum foil. When I was 12 I was nursing my first curling iron burn and had recalled at some point hearing that you could apply foil as a remedy. What no one told me was that FOIL is the actual brand name of a burn ointment. My family will never let me live that down.
6- Memorized the entire "Who's on first base" routine made famous by Abbott and Costello. My dad and I have it perfected and it makes a wonderful party trick.
7- Gone 25 years without ever having mowed a lawn. I grew up on 20 acres with a father who's motto is "Anything worth doing is worth having hired done."
8- I sport (rather proudly) a burn scar in the perfect shape of a .45 shell casing. Right between my boobs.
9- Received my first set of stitches from construction equipment. How you ask? I fell on a bulldozer. I was at a friends house and and to pee something awful. Instead of traipsing my happy ass from his shop down to the house I decide to relieve myself out of sight by walking around the corner. In pitch darkness. I tripped and hit my knew on the bulldozer blade. 8 stitches and a tetanus shot later I still haven't learned my lesson. As was evident by the poison ivy rash on my bum this summer.
10- Survived ovarian cancer. Twice.
1- Nursed a 33 month old. This is the single most controversial thing I've done lately and it's the dumbest argument I've ever had. I'm not asking *you* to nurse him, so back off.
2- Shot a 43 second round in an IPSC competition. Three stages, 36 pieces of steel. I rock for an amature.
3- Ended up with my both feet and half my ass hanging out the window of a Jeep, with the gear shift lodged rather firmly in my eye socket, realizing that although I came with in inches of certain death my lovely BIL still had his Budweiser bottle clamped firmly between his teeth. And hadn't spilled a drop.
4- Loaded 1200 boxes in 3 hours. And enjoyed it. Working your way up at your friendly brown parcel service makes you feel accomplished.
5- Managed to sufficiently embarrass my self with aluminum foil. When I was 12 I was nursing my first curling iron burn and had recalled at some point hearing that you could apply foil as a remedy. What no one told me was that FOIL is the actual brand name of a burn ointment. My family will never let me live that down.
6- Memorized the entire "Who's on first base" routine made famous by Abbott and Costello. My dad and I have it perfected and it makes a wonderful party trick.
7- Gone 25 years without ever having mowed a lawn. I grew up on 20 acres with a father who's motto is "Anything worth doing is worth having hired done."
8- I sport (rather proudly) a burn scar in the perfect shape of a .45 shell casing. Right between my boobs.
9- Received my first set of stitches from construction equipment. How you ask? I fell on a bulldozer. I was at a friends house and and to pee something awful. Instead of traipsing my happy ass from his shop down to the house I decide to relieve myself out of sight by walking around the corner. In pitch darkness. I tripped and hit my knew on the bulldozer blade. 8 stitches and a tetanus shot later I still haven't learned my lesson. As was evident by the poison ivy rash on my bum this summer.
10- Survived ovarian cancer. Twice.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Marriage
Marriage (Part I )
Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady, and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:
"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time
I want -- and I don't expect any hassle from you.
I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless
I tell you that I won't be home for dinner.
I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing
when I want with my old buddies, and don't you
give me a hard time about it.
Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said:
"No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex
here at seven o'clock every night...whether you're here or not."
************************************************
Marriage (Part II)
Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary!
The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone
that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife -- Cold As Ever'!"
"Yeah?" she replies. "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone
that reads, 'Here Lies My Husband -- Stiff At Last'!"
*****************************************
Marriage (Part III)
Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the
breakfast table.
Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you are no
good in bed either," and storms out of the house.
After some time he realizes he was nasty and
decides to make amends and rings her up.
She comes to the phone after many rings, and the irritated
husband says, "What took you so long to answer to the phone?"
She says, "I was in bed."
"In bed this early, doing what?"
"Getting a second opinion!"
*****************************************
Marriage (Part IV)
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement.
He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his
wife," Mother of Six" in spite of her objections.
One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it is time
to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well.
He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of Six?"
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion,
shouts right back, "Any time you're ready, Father of Four."
*****************************************
THE SILENT TREATMENT
A man and his wife were having some problems at home
and were giving each other the silent treatment.
Suddenly the man realized that the next day he would need his wife
to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,"Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.
The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it
was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.
Furious, he was about to go to see why his wife hadn't wakened him when he
noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."
Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady, and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:
"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time
I want -- and I don't expect any hassle from you.
I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless
I tell you that I won't be home for dinner.
I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing
when I want with my old buddies, and don't you
give me a hard time about it.
Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said:
"No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex
here at seven o'clock every night...whether you're here or not."
************************************************
Marriage (Part II)
Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary!
The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone
that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife -- Cold As Ever'!"
"Yeah?" she replies. "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone
that reads, 'Here Lies My Husband -- Stiff At Last'!"
*****************************************
Marriage (Part III)
Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the
breakfast table.
Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you are no
good in bed either," and storms out of the house.
After some time he realizes he was nasty and
decides to make amends and rings her up.
She comes to the phone after many rings, and the irritated
husband says, "What took you so long to answer to the phone?"
She says, "I was in bed."
"In bed this early, doing what?"
"Getting a second opinion!"
*****************************************
Marriage (Part IV)
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement.
He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his
wife," Mother of Six" in spite of her objections.
One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it is time
to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well.
He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of Six?"
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion,
shouts right back, "Any time you're ready, Father of Four."
*****************************************
THE SILENT TREATMENT
A man and his wife were having some problems at home
and were giving each other the silent treatment.
Suddenly the man realized that the next day he would need his wife
to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,"Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.
The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it
was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.
Furious, he was about to go to see why his wife hadn't wakened him when he
noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."
Friday, August 31, 2007
The joy of discovery
So Stinker is 2 1/2 and is discovering new stuff every second. He's already the size of a 5 year old (literally at 42.5 lbs and 43 inches) and this kid has a vocabulary that will floor you. He uses words like ludicrous and ridiculous and in the correct context even. He also has a look and a tone of voice that makes most grown adults feel stupid. He is my child.
So tonight he's taking his shower. He hates baths so I stand him in the shower and wash him then leave him to his own devices (with everything soap like out of reach and while checking on him often) and that's just what we did this evening. So I'm in the next room checking email and I hear this "Mommy mommy mommmy....." in an alarmed high pitch screech. So up I go into the bathroom and I pull back the curtain to find my son butt naked on his tiptoes, yelping and dancing around the water spray like a rabid dog. He looks at me with the most sincere look and says "That's water's freaking cold!" That's my boy.
I wondered how long it was going to take him to find the Cold and Hot controls. Thankfully he turned off the hot water instead of the other way around.
So tonight he's taking his shower. He hates baths so I stand him in the shower and wash him then leave him to his own devices (with everything soap like out of reach and while checking on him often) and that's just what we did this evening. So I'm in the next room checking email and I hear this "Mommy mommy mommmy....." in an alarmed high pitch screech. So up I go into the bathroom and I pull back the curtain to find my son butt naked on his tiptoes, yelping and dancing around the water spray like a rabid dog. He looks at me with the most sincere look and says "That's water's freaking cold!" That's my boy.
I wondered how long it was going to take him to find the Cold and Hot controls. Thankfully he turned off the hot water instead of the other way around.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Exhibitionists
Hubby and I are going to the lake this evening with some friends. On of those friends has a new girlfriend. Now neither my other half nor I are huge drinkers. We have a beer or two when we go out to eat Mexican and he'll have a beer when his brother comes over (the SIL and I drink Mimosa's). But when we go to the lake all bets are off. We've got a 24 foot pontoon boar that we sleep on when we go so since driving isn't an issue we've been known to knock down a few. Now hubby has lived in the same town nearly all his life and most of his friends he's had for 16-17 years. Once you fill them full of liquid courage and throw in their wives or girlfriends someone is getting nekkid. Now I'm not an exhibitionist by nature. I don't go around flashing unsuspecting men or women. But I've know all of these people for about 7 years now and I'm pretty comfy around them. All of them came to the hospital after the Stinker was born and while I was just figuring out how to nurse so they've all pretty much seen it anyway. So I'm pretty amused at the thought of said recently divorced friend bringing a new girl on the boat. I'm probably the only one there who will give pause to consider how she might react. Chad (the best friend) will flat out tell her if she doesn't like it she can leave. There is a reason he's been married 4 times and none of them lasted over 2 years. He's a great friend but he can be an ass and makes no apologies. If you don't like him you don't have to be around him.
Even after being with hubby so long I'm still the "new" girl. And this group of guys is about as tight as you can get so it can be intimidating meeting them. Especially all at once. But I guess Chris really likes this woman so I'm hoping I can do my best to make her feel welcome. She's still going to see Chad's penis though. It's like the official initiation. I just hope no one throws her off the boat.
Even after being with hubby so long I'm still the "new" girl. And this group of guys is about as tight as you can get so it can be intimidating meeting them. Especially all at once. But I guess Chris really likes this woman so I'm hoping I can do my best to make her feel welcome. She's still going to see Chad's penis though. It's like the official initiation. I just hope no one throws her off the boat.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
*shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits
Yep you heard me right. I'm going to see George Carlin tonight! I adore Carlin. In fact I have an entire date planned with my Dad. He knows I've been going through a ton of stuff lately and he called yesterday to tell me he got us tickets. Hubby doesn't think he's funny so he's going to stay home with the rugrat. The concert is at one of our new fancy shmancy casino's so we're going to have dinner, play a few slot machines, and then see the one of the funniest men ever! Dad and I both have a seriously dry sense of humor and I know not everyone appreciates that so it will be nice to get to go with someone who does. I rarely get to spend any time with my Dad by myself so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure we'll have a blast!
*These words are included in Carlin's monologue entitled "Filthy Words." The man actually got the supreme court to say these words out loud. You can find the entire court transcript under the Documents section of his website.
*These words are included in Carlin's monologue entitled "Filthy Words." The man actually got the supreme court to say these words out loud. You can find the entire court transcript under the Documents section of his website.
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