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A little boy comes down to breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he had done his chores. "Not yet," said the little boy. His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he's a little ****ed (edit: PO'ed), so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal.
"How come I don't get any eggs and bacon? Why don't I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks. "Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you don't get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for a week either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't getting any milk."
Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat half way across the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, "Are you going to tell him, or should I?"
[ November 09, 2001: Message edited by: Samazon ]
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Yeah Sam, That's a good one!!! Here a little B & T, I got this morning.
One Day Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were fishing in each their boats in the Basin Canal. Soon Boudreaux see Thibodeaux paddling toward him. When he got there he ax Boudreaux to borrow his cigarette lighter. He wanted to smoke real bad and couldn't find his lighter.
" Hey, Boud - let me borrow your lighter. I can't find mine. " Boudreaux whipped out a pretty Bic lighter a foot long. Man, he pushed down on that lighter and a flame 6 inches tall came out. Thibodeaux was so impressed he ax Boudreaux where he got that.
"A genie gave me that. Just paddle around the bend there and you'll see a big rusty drum tied to a limb there. Just rub that drum and she will come out and grant you one wish."
Thibodeaux hurry and paddle out there to get his wish. He was so nervous and
excited. When he got there, he rub that drum and sure 'nuff, out she came.
"What is you wish master?" she asked. " Mais, let me see. Oh, yes! I want a million bucks." "Your wish is on it's way."
Sure enough. The sky fill up with ducks. All kinds of ducks. Bigones, 'lil ones - - all kinds. He was so upset. He didn't want ducks,so he paddled back
to Boudreaux. The ducks still following him.
"Boudreaux , what's the matter with 'dat dam genie. I ask for a million bucks and look what she send me."
" Don't feel too bad, Thibodeaux......Do you think I ax for a 12 inch Bic?"
Michael the Dragon Master was an official in King Arthur's court. He had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queen's voluptuous breasts. But he knew the penalty for this would death.
One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio, who was the King's chief physician. Horatio said "I can arrange it, but I will need 1,000 gold coins to pay bribes." Michael the Dragon Master readily agreed.
The next day Horatio made up a batch of itching lotion and poured a little of it into the Queens brassiere while she was taking a bath. Soon after she dressed the itching commenced and grew in intensity.
Upon being called to the royal chambers, Horatio told the King that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown such a saliva was only to be found in Michael the Dragon Master's mouth.
King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master and issued the imperial command. Michael slipped the antidote to the itching lotion, which Horatio had given him, into his mouth and for the next four hours worked passionately on the Queen's magnificent breasts.
Satisfied, he returned to his chamber and found Horatio demanding payment. However, with his obsession now satisfied, he refused to pay Horatio anything and shooed him away, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching lotion into King Arthur's loincloth. And Michael the Dragon Master was again summoned by the King........