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QUICK JOKE #1
A couple was invited to a swanky masked Halloween
Party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party
alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was
going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there was no need for him to go
and have a good time. So he took his costume and away he went.
The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it
was still early, she decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband did
not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching
her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.
She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance
floor, dancing with every nice chick he could, and copping a little feel here
and a little kiss there. His wife sidled up to him and being a rather seductive
babe herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new
stuff that had just arrived.
She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally
he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to
one of the cars and had a little bang.
Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the
costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make
for his behavior.
She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had.
He said, "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're
not there."
Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"
He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I
met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played
poker all evening. But I'll tell you... the guy I loaned my costume to sure had
a real good time!"
QUICK JOKE #2
Two guys left the bar after a long night of drinking, jumped in the car
and started it up.
After a couple of minutes, an old man appeared in the passenger window
and tapped lightly.
The passenger screamed, "Look at he window. There's an old ghost's face
there!"
The driver sped up, but the old man's face stayed in the window.
The passenger rolled his window down part way and, scared out of his
wits, said, "What do you want?"
The old man softly replied, "You got any tobacco?"
The passenger handed the old man a cigarette and yelled, "Step on it,"
to the driver, rolling up the window in terror.
A few minutes later they calmed down and started laughing again.
The driver said, "I don't know what happened, but don't worry; the
speedometer says we're doing 80 now."
All of a sudden there was a light tapping on the window and the old man
reappeared.
"There he is again," the passenger yelled.
He rolled down the window and shakily said, "Yes?"
"Do you have a light?" the old man quietly asked.
The passenger threw a lighter out the window saying, "Step on it!"
They were driving about 100 miles an hour, trying to forget what they
had just seen and heard, when all of a sudden there came some more
tapping.
"Oh my God! He's back!" The passenger rolled down the window and
screamed in stark terror, "WHAT NOW?"
The old man gently replied, "You want some help getting out of the mud?"
QUICK JOKE #3
Two men were walking home after a Halloween party and decided to take a
shortcut through the cemetery just for laughs.
Right in the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a
tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel,
chipping away at one of the headstones.
"Holy cow, Mister," one of them said after catching his breath, "You
scared us half to death -- we thought you were a ghost! What are you
doing working here so late at night?"
"Those fools!" the old man grumbled. "They misspelled my name!"
QUICK JOKE #4
One Halloween this woman opens her door to
find the most adorable little girl, with golden blond curly hair and the
biggest blue eyes. She was dressed as an Angel, and was just delightful.
The woman said, "What are you supposed to say sweetheart?"
The little girl looks up at the woman and says, "Twick or Tweat!"
The woman thinks this is just adorable, and she calls her husband to
come to the door. The woman says to the child, "Go ahead honey say it
just one more time."
Once again the little Angel looks up and says, "Twick or Tweat!"
The husband agrees with his wife, this little Angel is just the cutest
thing. The woman picks an apple from the Treat Bowl, shines it up with
her apron, and drops it into the little girl's Treat Bag.
The little Angel looks in her bag then looks up at the woman and says,
"Thanks bitch, you just broke my fucking cookies!"
QUICK JOKE #5
Two nuns, Sister Marilyn and Sister Helen,
are traveling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and
are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a diminutive
Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the
windshield.
"Quick, quick!" shouts Sister Marilyn. "What shall we do?"
"Turn the windshield wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination,"
says Sister Helen.
Sister Marilyn switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings
on and continues hissing at the nuns. "What shall I do now?" she shouts.
"Switch on the windshield washer. I filled it up with Holy Water in the
Vatican," says Sister Helen.
Sister Marilyn turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the
water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues hissing at the
nuns.
"Now what?" shouts Sister Marilyn.
"Show him your cross," says Sister Helen.
"Now you're talking," says Sister Marilyn as she opens the window and
shouts, "Get the FUCK off our car!"
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Dear Donner, |
Dear Liz,
At what? Everything in general or just something in particular? I know it's a little strange, but I really need to know if this is about restraining some furniture, my ability to avoid spelling mistakies in this blog, or just being a damn fine lover.
Love,
Donner
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IT'S HALLOWEEN AGAIN
When I was a much young Donner, I partook of trick or treating as all young Donners did at least until someone introduced me to the thrills of wrapping houses and, oh... did the slop become slippery and downhill from there.
Now, in case you're wondering, I understand that "wrapping" is called different things all over the world. Some call it "papering" while others call it "TP'ing" a house. I like wrapping, so that's what I'm going to use. To wrap a house, in case you're still clueless, you have to have three things - one, a lot of toilet paper, two a good throwing arm, and three, the ability to run like fuck if need be. The object? Cover a house in toilet paperery gloriousness. Generally, you do this to people you don't like.
In the town I grew up in, the golden fleece on Halloween night was the Principal's house. Everyone hated the bald fascist bastard and to successfully wrap the principal's house was like a sustained one month orgasm. It was something you wanted and it was something you would do anything to get.
This principal was not an idiot though, and in retrospect wasn't that bad of an administrator. The thing that made him good, something I didn't recognize for years later, was his ability to recognize that he wasn't liked and to anticipate trouble from vicious little pranksters such as myself.
He was Skinner and I was Bart Simpson and I was determined to be victorious. I gathered several of my friends after the Halloween Carnival that our small town celebrated back before Christians insisted we have a Fall Festival instead, and laid out my plan. "We're going to wrap the principal's house," I told my three best friends.
"Impossible," one said, "no one has attempted to wrap the principal's house and lived to tell of it!"
"Ah, but here is my plan!" I said, "We are going to wait... until 4 in the morning! No way would he be expecting us then! The old man will be asleep easily!"
And so, defying my parents and no doubt giving my mother a heart condition, my friends and I fought sleep for hours and hours until the moment came. Hopped up on sugar and Dr. Pepper, we made our way under the cover of a moonless night to the principal's house. There it was... clean, pristine, unwrapped... and dark as the night. The old bastard was asleep. Now was our chance.
We ran into the yard, the grass slick with the early morning dew and chunked our rolls of toilet paper into his tree, the ghostly streamers coming back to Earth as if carried on the wings of angels. We were doing it! We were wrapping the principals house!
Before I continue the story, I should point out that this event happened in 1986. We were also in Texas which made it more like 1976 and in rural West Texas which made it more like 1876. There was one deputy, this was in the age of the 2nd Amendment nutballs and Reaganomics. Just remember that when I continue.
A shotgun blast ripped through the night as the principal stood on his front porch with a rifle pointed into the air. Holy shit! He was awake and was armed! We took off through the yard as quickly as we could and, coincidentally, just as he fired off the second warning shot, I slipped on the wet grass and landed face first on the ground. I heard one of my friend scream my name, only to hear another yell out, "He's dead! Forget him!"
They were long gone by the time I got to my feet and ran limping into some nearby woods.
I got yelled at by my parents, grounded for a month, and didn't talk to my friends until at least Christmas. Can you blame me? The fuckers left me behind to die! The funny thing is, the principal never said a thing about it. I walked by him in the hallway and he asked me if I had a nice Halloween. I answered with a simple, "yes sir," and then I saw it. That old bastard smiled a crooked smile full of mischief and victory. I don't know how he knew we were coming, but he knew.
It wasn't until years later that I realized what a clever man the old bastard was and how he beat me, the mastermind, at my own game. Well played, sir, well played.
But will you see me coming now?
October 20, 2008
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QUICK JOKE #1
Two old men were sitting on a front porch just
watching life pass by. Suddenly, a Great Dane walks across their front lawn. The
dog stops, lays down, and begins licking itself.
The first old man says, “Boy, I sure wish I could do that.”
The other old man says, “I don’t know. If I were you, I’d try petting him
first.”
QUICK JOKE #2
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young
mothers and their small children. "You all have obsessions," he
observed.
To the first mom, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You even
named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again,
it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."
He turns to the third mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This too
manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, gets up, takes her little boy
by the hand and whispers, "Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
QUICK JOKE #3
Michael Jackson and Debbie were in the maternity ward just after Debbie
gave birth to their first child. Michael asked her "How long do you
think it will be before we can have sex?"
Debbie replied, "Jeez Michael, give it a chance to walk first!"
QUICK JOKE #4
A little girl and her mother were out and about. Out of the blue, the girl asked her mother, "Mommy, How old are you?"
The mother responded, "Honey, women don't talk about their age. You'll learn this as you get older."
The girl then asked, "Mommy, how much do you weigh?"
Her mother responded again, "That's another thing women don't talk about. You'll learn this, too, as you grow up."
The girl, still wanting to know about her
mother, then fired off another question, "Mommy, why did you and Daddy
get a divorce?"
The mother, a little annoyed by the questions, responded, "Honey, that
is a subject that hurts me very much, and I don't want to talk about it
now."
The little girl, frustrated, sulked until she was dropped off at a friend's house to play. She consulted with her girlfriend about her and her mother's conversation.
The girlfriend said, "All you have to do
is sneak a look at your mother's driver's license. It's like a report
card for grownups!
Later, the little girl and her mother were out and about again.
The little girl started off with, "Mommy, Mommy, I know how old you are. I know how old you are. You're 32 years old."
The mother was very shocked. She asked,
"Sweetheart, how do you know that?"
The little girl shrugged and said, "I just know. And I know how much you
weigh. You weigh 130 pounds."
"Where did you learn that?"
The little girl said, "I just know. And I know why you and Daddy got a divorce. You got an 'F' in sex."
QUICK JOKE #5
Two friends were talking and one says to the other do you ever have little Freudian slip-ups while talking to people? He says, because the other day at the train station, I asked the woman at the counter for one picket to tittsburg!
And the other guy says as a matter of fact yes I have, just last night! Instead of asking my wife to pass me the mashed potatoes, I said you ruined my life you stupid fucking cunt!"
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Hey donner,
You know you swear a lot on your website, you can't be a very good role
model for your pupils at your school. I know you're (probably) not like it
most of the time, but you're still not being a very good role model. |
Dear Idiot,
I thought it was weird that I got two conflicting letters at the same time and, following my hunch, I noticed that both were published from the same IP. What kind of a game are you pulling here? Are you some fifty year old child molester or something? What is your game? Forget it, I don't want to know. Chances are, you're some empty-headed giggling little shit that's only a year or two away from your first life-shattering pregnancy and/or abortion, so whatever game you're playing you loose! Now be a good girl and go play hide and go fuck yourself.
Love,
Donner
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I HAVE AN AWESOME IDEA
I have had some awesome ideas in the past, but this is the most awesomest of them all. It's a plan so awesome that it is not made of molecule and atoms, but of quark-sized pieces of awesome culminating in the biggest chunk of awesome that this planet has ever seen.
I know how to fix American government! That's right, me... the lowly and burned out English teacher from West Texas has figured out how to fix the American government and make it truly by the people and for the people. Listen in because when the revolution comes, I expect this to be the system that is put into place.
As ten percent of you little idiots know, the legislative branch is divided up into two house, the House of Representatives and the Senate. My proposal is to make the House of Representatives truly representative of the American public and to do that, we have to make it like jury duty.
Yes, you heard me... jury duty. Once every ten years when the US census is taken, a big nice and impartial computer system takes the makeup of the American population and compresses it down to what the population would look like if we only had 500 people in it. Then, we would look for those people to fill the house seats.
For example, one seat would have to be filled by a 42 year old Hispanic male who never finished High School. Juan Gonzalez gets a letter in the mail telling him that he's been drafted for political service. Another seat has to be filled by a white female of 22 years who is a recent college graduate and has a salary of 42,000 or less. Jill Smith gets a letter - Hey, Jill, you're a representative!
Under my government, these people could not be touched by anyone. No lobbyist could offer them gifts or trips, no company could put them on the payroll, no nothing. If they violate the rules, not only are they kicked out but they are also thrown in jail. Fuck corruption, there is no censorship, just a cold jail cell.
The house is suddenly filled with people who represent a clear cut picture of America - no politicians, no lawyers, no goddamned actors. Just real people who know what real problems look like. These people serve a term and then they go back home.
Unless of course, you want to run for the Senate. You see, in my plan the Senate is like a step up from the House of Representatives and, after serving in the house, people who wish to continue to serve the country can continue to do so by being elected to the Senate. Elections would be changed dramatically in my system. There would be no fundraising, for example. Each candidate would be allotted a certain amount of money and that would be it. They would have to use only that amount and, if they ran out of cash that's too bad. Networks would be required under FCC rules to allot a certain amount of air time to candidates - equal and fair. No more of these rich privileged assholes outspending to get the job done... now, it's fair and the best man or woman wins.
After serving as a Senator for, let's say, three terms you are now able to run for the presidency. No more idiots with silver spoons shoved up their noses, what we would be left with is a common person looking out for common people. No more oil men, no more wealthy lawyers, no more bullshit politicians... just someone who honestly wants to be there because, in my system, the pay would amount to an average schoolteacher's pay.
It's an idea so awesome that it would have to work!!!
October 13, 2008
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QUICK JOKE #1
The teacher asked little Johnny to use the word "definitely" in a sentence.
Little Johnny replies, "Teacher, do farts have lumps in them?"
The Teacher says, "Of course not Johnny."
To which Johnny replies, "Then I have definitely shit my pants"."
QUICK JOKE #2
A young man sits down at a bar.
"What can I get you?" the bartender inquires.
"I want six shots of Whiskey," responds the young man.
"Six shots!?" says the bartender, "Are you celebrating something?"
"Yeah, my first blowjob," replies the young man.
"Well, in that case," says the bartender, slapping him on the back, "let me give you a seventh on the house."
The man holds up his hand, "No offense,
sir. But if six shots won't get rid of the taste, nothing will.".
When they got home, the mailman was dead on the porch.
QUICK JOKE #3
A bloke walks into a tattooist and gets 'I LOVE YOU' tattooed on his
cock.
He goes home and proudly shows his wife...
"There you go again", says the wife "...trying to put words into my mouth!"
QUICK JOKE #4
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '65."
"This is unbelievable!," the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '65, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
"What's been going on?," he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again.""
QUICK JOKE #5
A Teacher asks the children to discuss what their Dad's do for a living.
Little Mary says: "My Dad is a lawyer. He puts the bad guys in jail."
Little Jack says: "My Dad is a doctor. He makes all the sick people better."
All the kids in the class had their turn except Little Johnny. The teacher says: "Johnny, what does your Dad do?"
Little Johnny says: "My Dad is dead."
"I'm sorry to hear that, but what did he do before he died ?"
"He turned blue and shit on the carpet"
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Dear Donner, |
Dear Jess,
Let me get this straight... you chose to become a knitter? I thought that was something you did only if you just came over crammed into a cargo container from China or something. Let me know... where did you guys make poop in there?
Love,
Donner
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THE NEW FALL TV SEASON
I am so tired of writing about politics, but shit
keeps going down week after week and it deserves my attention so, here we go.
You've heard me in the past talk about that I actually like McCain, but that's
changed since the economy went tits up. After the dow took a nose dive in large
part to the deregulation that McCain himself pushed, he and his lipstick wearing
pit bull have been stoking the flames of hatred towards Barack Obama and making
this country more divided than it already is.
Personally, I'm really not going to write about that today. What I am going to
write about is this: if you still think that Barack Obama is a Muslim, go kill
yourself. Seriously, you are too stupid to live and should put yourself to death
so that your retarded seed will not spread to stupefy generations hence.
Honestly, if you still think that Barack is a Muslim, you are the dumbest of the
dumb and a waste of protein and the air that you breathe.
This ar-tarded point of view is pushed constantly in republican get togethers -
not so much out in the open, but by the supporters who scream things like "Obama
is an Arab!" or "He's a Muslim!" while Sarah and John just sit up there with a
big stupid grin on their face, happy at what they have wrought.
I will tell you my observation. These "Obama is a Muslim" statements, I have
found, are usually said by white people. I've never met a black or Hispanic
person who has ever thought that Barack was Muslim. Personally, I don't think
that anyone is actually stupid enough to actually believe that Obama is a
Muslim, I think that they are just using it as a euphemism because saying that
"He's black and I don't want to vote for a nigger" just isn't acceptable today.
The whole Muslim thing? It's just giving out and out racism a back door.
This is the only reason I can see that the Republican Party actually has any
supporters left after the last eight years. We've got a carbon copy of George W.
Bush trying to get into the White House and the fact that is isn't loosing in a
complete blowout is astonishing. The only thing I can think of is either 42
percent of America is either closed-minded, stupid, or just racist as hell.
As an American, it shames me. You shame me.
October 6, 2008
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QUICK JOKE #1
A boy goes to the drug store with his dad and sees
the condom display.
Boy: "Dad, why do they do packs of one condom?"
Dad: "Those are for the high-schoolers for Friday nights."
Boy: "So, why do they make packs of three?"
Dad: "For the college guys for Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights."
Boy: "Then why do they make packs of 12?"
Dad: "Those are for married couples -- you know, January, February, March."
QUICK JOKE #2
A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon
their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would
transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father.
He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in
favor of it. The doctor set the pain transfer to 10% for starters,
explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever
experienced before. But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine
and asked the doctor to go ahead and kick it up a notch. The doctor then
adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling
fine.
The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how
well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%. The
husband continued to feel quite well. Since the pain transfer was
obviously helping out the wife considerably, the husband encouraged the
doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him. The wife delivered a healthy
baby with virtually no pain. She and her husband were ecstatic.
When they got home, the mailman was dead on the porch.
QUICK JOKE #3
A very sick man is in the hospital, and on many drugs which give him
bowel problems. After many false alarms, he accidentally craps himself.
Very embarrassed, he balls up the sheets and throws them out the window,
where a drunk is staggering on the way home. The drunk starts flailing
at the sheets, throwing his arms around wildly. A security officer runs
over, hearing the commotion.
"What's going on here?"
"I don't know, officer. But I think I just beat the crap out of a
ghost."
QUICK JOKE #4
One day little Danny was in Sunday School,
and the preacher asked what part of the body went to heaven first.
Susie said your heart, 'cause you need it to love.
Richie said your head, 'cause you need it to think.
Little Danny raised his hand and the pastor called on him reluctantly.
Danny said, "Your feet."
Confused, the pastor asked why.
Danny replied, "I was walking past my mom's room last night and she had
her feet in the air and then she screamed, "Oh God, I'm coming!"
QUICK JOKE #5
Joe took his blind date to the carnival.
"What would you like to do first, Kim?" asked Joe.
I want to get weighed," she said. They ambled over to the weight
guesser. He guessed 120 pounds. She got on the scale; it read 117 and
she won a prize.
Next, the couple went on the Ferris Wheel. When the ride was over, Joe
again asked Kim what she would like to do.
"I want to get weighed," she said.
Back to the weight guesser they went. Since they had been there before,
he guessed her correct weight, and Joe lost his dollar.
The couple walked around the carnival and again he asked where to next.
"I want to get weighed," she responded.
By this time, Joe figured she was really weird and took her home early,
dropping her off with a handshake.
Her roommate, Laura, asked her about the blind date, "How'd it go?"
Kim responded, "Oh, Waura, it was wousy."
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Dear Donner, |
Dear Steven,
Yeahbuhwhat?
Love,
Donner
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THE NEW FALL TV SEASON
During this time of the year (once every four years, as a matter of fact), there's a gigantic push to get as many people to vote as possible. I'm big on voting and on democracy as anyone who has visited this site since Drinky McDumbass was elected those eight horrible years ago can attest to, but I'm having a much harder time getting excited about it when I look at the polls.
Yeah, I know Obama is winning (so far) and I
couldn't be happier. I am a strident Obama supporter (do you get that now,
Steven?) and the thought of a McCain/Palin White House makes my anus clench.
This is the problem though: I live deep in the heart of of a Coco-LooneyVille
red state (Texas) that, at last poll, was going to vote 60 percent in favor of
John McCain. My vote for Obama and the votes of millions of others will be
thrown out when McCain wins this stupid inbred Bible-belt state and all of the
electoral college votes will be handed to someone who didn't earn over a quarter
of them.
So, can we please stop with this "every vote matters" bullshit when we all know
it isn't true? Every vote doesn't matter... if it did, it would be President
Gore leaving office this winter.
Listen, I'm all for the democratic process, but this ancient system we're using
is fundamentally flawed to the point that it short circuits the very process.
One person = one vote. That's the way it should be but seeing as how everyone in
Washington was put into office via this system, I don't see it changing anytime
soon, do you?
Where is a bloody revolution when you need one?
IT'S
THE GREAT DOLEMITE, CHARLIE BROWN!
