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| Thread ID: 92836 | 2008-08-24 23:25:00 | Monday Laughs: ............Mixed bag, choose your poison...... | Billy T (70) | PC World Chat |
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| 700087 | 2008-08-27 20:45:00 | That just ain't cool yo..... x2. :D Well done Wainui. |
wratterus (105) | ||
| 700088 | 2008-08-27 22:56:00 | B00bs On bikes Most of them weren't boobs anyway, they were lumps of silicon. |
pctek (84) | ||
| 700089 | 2008-08-27 23:12:00 | Most of them weren't boobs anyway, they were lumps of silicon. If they look like boobs and feel like boobs... |
Safari (3993) | ||
| 700090 | 2008-08-27 23:13:00 | Most of them weren't boobs anyway, they were lumps of silicon. I'm trying not to picture how you proved this. Touch test? :banana |
the_bogan (9949) | ||
| 700091 | 2008-08-27 23:56:00 | Fat and silicon tends to feel the same,so for our purposes we think of them as boobies. And what you think is what matters. |
Cicero (40) | ||
| 700092 | 2008-08-28 03:12:00 | I'm sorry to disappoint you guys, but PCTek is acually 100 % right. As a person who had hands-on experience, there's a vast difference between natural and silicone jobbies. You can bounce a dollar off a silicone one 6 feet high. Your fingers - ah no, let's not go there. :banana :clap Having said all that, still beautiful to look at. LOL sarel |
sarel (2490) | ||
| 700093 | 2008-08-28 03:14:00 | If they look like boobs But they don't. They look like an engineering project. |
pctek (84) | ||
| 700094 | 2008-08-28 04:28:00 | THIS IS WHY WE LOVE OLD PEOPLE A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed . They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home . On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint . He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose . However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home . While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost . She asked, 'Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?' The farmer said, 'Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house I would walk you there but I can't carry this lot . ' The old lady suggested, 'Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket . Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?' 'Why thank you very much,' he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home . On the way he says 'Let's take my short cut and go down this alley . We'll be there in no time . ' The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me . . How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your way with me?' ; The farmer said, 'Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose . How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?' The old lady replied, 'Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens |
Cicero (40) | ||
| 700095 | 2008-08-28 04:48:00 | For all Who Work With Rude Customers, An award should go to the Virgin Airlines desk attendant in Sydney some months ago for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo. A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after Virgin's 767s had been withdrawn from service. A single attendant was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travellers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, 'I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be FIRST CLASS'. The attendant replied, 'I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these people first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out.' The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, 'DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?' Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: 'May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,' she began - her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal. 'We have a passenger here at Desk 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Desk 14.' With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, 'F... You!' Without flinching, she smiled and said, (I love this bit) 'I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to get in line for that too.' |
Cicero (40) | ||
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