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MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE

MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE

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Broadwayboobs
#0MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 7:02am

FIVE AFFAIRS:


"THE FIRST AFFAIR"

A married man was having an affair with his
secretary. One day, their passions overcame them and
they took off for her house, where they made
passionate love all afternoon.

Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep,
awakening around 8:00 p.m. As the man threw on his
clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside
and rub them through the grass and dirt. Mystified,
she nonetheless complied. He slipped into his shoes
and drove home.

Where have you been!"
demanded his wife when he entered the house.

"Darling, I can't lie to you.
I've been having an affair with my secretary, and
we've been having sex all afternoon. I fell asleep
and didn't wake up until 8:00 p.m."

The wife glanced down at his shoes and said,
"YOU LYING BA$T@&# YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING GOLF!"


"THE SECOND AFFAIR"

There was a middle-aged couple that had two stunningly
beautiful teenage daughters. They decided to try one
last time for the son they always wanted.
After months of trying, the wife finally became
pregnant, and sure enough, delivered a healthy baby
boy nine months later.

The joyful father rushed into the nursery to see his
new son. He took one look and was horrified to see the
ugliest child he had ever seen.
He went to his wife and said that there
was no way he could be the father of that child.

"Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered!"
Then he gave her a stern look and asked,
"Have you been fooling around on me?"

The wife just smiled sweetly and said,
"NOT THIS TIME!"


"THE THIRD AFFAIR"

A mortician was working late one night. It was his job
to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off
to be buried or cremated.

As he examined the body of Mr. Schwartz,
who was about to be cremated, he made an
amazing discovery. Mr. Schwartz had the longest
private part he had ever seen!

"I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz" said the mortician,
"but I can't send you off to be cremated with
a tremendously huge private part like this.
It has to be saved for posterity."

With that, the mortician used his
tools to remove the dead man's schlong.
He stuffed his prize into a
briefcase and took it home.

The first person he showed
it to was his wife. "I have something to show you that
you won't believe," he said, and opened up his
briefcase.

"Oh my God!" she screamed.
"SCHWARTZ IS DEAD!"



"THE FOURTH AFFAIR"

A man walks into a bar one night. He goes up to the
bar and asks for a beer.
"Certainly Sir, that'll be 1 cent."
"ONE CENT?" exclaimed the man.

The barman replied, "Yes."

So the man glances over at the menu and asks,
"Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak,
with fries, peas and a fried egg?"
"Certainly, Sir" replies the barman,
"but that comes to real money."

"How much money?" inquires the man.
"4 cents" he replied.

"FOUR CENTS?" exclaims the man.

"Where's the guy who owns this place?"
The barman replies, "Upstairs, with my wife."

The man says,
"What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"
The bartender replies,
"The same thing I'm doing to his business!"


"FIFTH AFFAIR"

Jake was dying.
His wife, Becky, was maintaining
a candlelight vigil by his side.

She held his fragile hand,
tears running down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber.

He looked up, and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Becky, my darling," he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said.
"Rest, don't talk."

He was very insistent.
"Becky," he said in his tired voice.
"I have something that I must confess."

"There isn't anything to confess,"
replied the weeping Becky,
"everything's all right, go to sleep."

"No, no, I must die in peace, Becky.
I slept with your sister, your best friend,
her best friend, and your mother!"

"I know," whispered Becky,
"now just relax and let the poison do its job"


"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. Ralph Waldo Emerson

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popcultureboy
#1re: MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 7:09am

Hot Damn, you get up early Boobs.


Nothing precious, plain to see, don't make a fuss over me. Not loud, not soft, but somewhere inbetween. Say sorry, just let it be the word you mean.

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Broadwayboobs
#2re: MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 7:23am

I do POP...alarm goes off at 4:20...and I'm here by 6:30. UGH !!!


"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. Ralph Waldo Emerson

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popcultureboy
#3re: MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 7:34am

Shut UP! What on earth do you do?


Nothing precious, plain to see, don't make a fuss over me. Not loud, not soft, but somewhere inbetween. Say sorry, just let it be the word you mean.

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mominator
#4re: MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 8:10am

Ohhhh BB what AM I going to do with you! Thanks, they wre great!


"All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism -- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen." Conan O'Brien

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NYadgal
#5re: MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE
Posted: 10/18/04 at 8:53am

that's an eyeful for a Monday morning...

Thanks, Boobs!


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