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SatansLeftHand
10-17-2001, 04:50 PM
<FONT COLOR="Red">apparently i dont have one
would anyone like to donate a piece of theirs?
and maybe a joke to jumpstart it?</FONT c>

TotalAnarchy
10-17-2001, 04:55 PM
heres a joke for you

skeet>anyone

ahahahhaa

I laughed

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His sword on all sides
Strikes his foes
Crushes them down
Thus drops each man
On whom its blow falls"

Cruise Director
10-17-2001, 05:05 PM
A lion is up on the hill fucking the shit out of a zebra.

Mrs. Lion appears at the bottom of the hill

The lion looks at the zebra and says : "Quick! Pretend I'm killin' ya!"


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Kayla
10-17-2001, 06:10 PM
i dont have any cool jokes http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/frown.gif

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rage
10-17-2001, 07:49 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by Kayla610:
i dont have any cool jokes http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/frown.gif

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obviously you haven't looked in a mirror lately....

BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
j/k kayla..you know I want to make sweet love to you...as soon as you turn 17 http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/wink.gif (legal age here in good ol texas)

rage lubs you more than you lurv chicken!


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Kayla
10-17-2001, 08:38 PM
grr!! ea is my luv chicken <3<3<3

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Asmodeus
10-17-2001, 09:21 PM
Here ya go my left hand. Enjoy...

HEAVY THINKING...

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, thinking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in.
He said, "Asmodeus, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college
professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors...they didn't open. The library was closed!

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking
ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the
standard Thinker's Anonymous poster.

Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA
meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was
"Caddyshack." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed...easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

Now that makes you think, doesn't it?

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PB
10-17-2001, 09:47 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE><HR>Originally posted by Asmodeus:
Here ya go my left hand. Enjoy...

HEAVY THINKING...

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.

I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.

I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, thinking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in.
He said, "Asmodeus, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

"But honey, surely it's not that serious."

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college
professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors...they didn't open. The library was closed!

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking
ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the
standard Thinker's Anonymous poster.

Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA
meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was
"Caddyshack." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed...easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

Now that makes you think, doesn't it?

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OK I'm really really confused!


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Mr. Snrub
10-17-2001, 11:00 PM
At a small convent in Ireland, the Mother Superior is awoken at 3am by a terrible banging at the door.

She opens the door and finds two very inebriated leprechauns staggering on her doorstep.

"Yes, how can I help you?" she asks.

"Dear mum, ye wouldn't happen to have any midget nuns boarding here, would ye?" one of them asks.

"No, we've no midget nuns here." she replies.

The wee leprechaun gets a puzzled look. "Well tell me, would ye happen to know where I could find a midget nun?"

"Oh, I'm afraid there are no midget nuns in all of Ireland." she replies.

It's then that the other leprechaun bursts out laughing.

"Aye, it's as I've been telling you Shamus; you've been fucking a penguin."


Joke is only good if you can do a passable Irish accent.

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Q:Why has barbie never been pregnant?

A:Because ken always comes in another box.

Q:What has 9 arms and sucks?

A http://www.thehypertribe.net/ubb/biggrin.gifef Leppard

q:What has four sticks and half a brain?
a:Two Drummers


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