A Cop-Out Post
Hi everyone. My life is really quite unpleasant at the moment. Consider all my rants over the past 6 months, add them all together, and include the fact that NOTHING has really changed since then, and you'll have a fair idea of what's wrong.
My life desperately needs changing. However, I don't really want to write yet another rant for fear of scaring my few readers off, so instead, here's a joke I got by email... despite being pissed off by practically every aspect of my life, it still made me laugh, so I figured those not living in their own personal purgatory would probably enjoy this even more!
My life desperately needs changing. However, I don't really want to write yet another rant for fear of scaring my few readers off, so instead, here's a joke I got by email... despite being pissed off by practically every aspect of my life, it still made me laugh, so I figured those not living in their own personal purgatory would probably enjoy this even more!
A waiter took a bottle of champagne to the woman and said, "This is from the gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender. She regarded the champagne coolly for a second; without looking over at the man decided to send a reply note. The waiter, who was waiting for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman.
The note read: "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and 7 inches in your pants."
After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded his note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to return it to the woman.
It read: "For your information, I have a Ferrari Maranello, a BMW Z8, a Mercedes CL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garage. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account. However, not even for a woman as beautiful as you would I cut off three inches. Just send the bottle back."
5 Comments:
I was with my wife the other night in that most romantic of ways. She told me to give her twelve inches and make it hurt, so I made love to her three times and then punched her in the nose.
Jeff, amazed am I at your consistantly prompt posts. Do you check this place every day, or do you use RSS to read my blog? This is assuming that RSS informs you of new posts - although I've set my blog up to use RSS feeds, I've never used RSS to read it myself, so I wouldn't know.
I think, with your prompt posts, and your ever-funneh remarks, that you should be Reader of the Month, maybe even the year. I'd need some more photographs of you though, as the ones you sent me with you dressed as a Malasian Schoolgirl were just too filthy to put up anywhere, let alone a stand up establishment like this...
Now you are assuming that I can read. Perhaps I am illiterate and just incredibly lucky at pressing keys that spell words. Things are a bit slow at work lately, so I have lots of time to browse the interwebnetspace, so yes, i check your site on at least a daily basis. You Sir, also come up with some truly random thoughts, which I greatly enjoy. That and the soiled briefs that you mailed me. Nicey Nicey nice nice. Just got some new stilleto heels and an Al Gore mask, so will have more photos for you soon.
I read daily too! Just, it's at latenight time every days. And jeff gets there before me so he's obviously better. *cry* *whinge* *moan*
ryan, did you ever get that stain out of your jeans?
jeff still has to receive one. We should both go to texas and deliver a few personally. "m", as i shall now call his wife in a james bond kinda way, can make of it what she will.
"m" will then send out detectives. it will be funny.
right now, i'm trying to throw a dog's head out of my window. woot!
Ahhh, you guys crack me up. :D
Jeff, could you be one of those monkeys that typed out the entire works of Shakespeare? Were you wearing a Tux? Oh I hope so.
Foss, no, the stains never came out. In the end I gave them to a homeless guy, who wore them, like a hat.
And as for the dog, was it stuffed, or recently severed, or was it still alive and kicking and attached to it's body still? And did you at all beat it with a hosepipe?
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