Jokes anyone? -

Malcolm

Supporter
Business article headline from The Telegraph April 5th 2007

"World unlikely to catch America's cold"

Its starts

"The economic slowdown in the United States is unlikley to spill over into the rest of the world."

It ends

"During the past two decdaes, the IMF said, shared global factors have become less important determinants of national business cycles....."

The bit in the middle was of simialr vein and equally accurate!

Ooops!
 

Brian Hamilton

I'm on the verge of touching myself inappropriatel
Blind Cowboy

An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.

He finds his way to a bar stool and orders some coffee.

After sitting there for a while, he yells to the waiter,
"'Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?"

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,

"Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that
you are blind, that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.

3. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt
in karate.

4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a p
rofessional weightlifter.

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a p
rofessional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that
joke?"

The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head, and mutters,

"No...not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."
 
Winter in Chicago
> >
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> > [This says it all!
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> > It's winter in Chicago
> > , and the gentle breezes blow
> > . . .
> > seventy miles an hour
> > at thirty-five below.
> >
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> > 0h, how I love Chicago
> > ! When the snow's up to your butt
> > ,
> > you take a breath of winter
> > and your nose gets frozen shut.
> >
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> > Yes, the weather here is wonderful
> > , so I guess I'll hang around
> > .
> > I could never leave Chicago
> > . . . I'm frozen to the ground!
> >
>
 

Keith

Moderator
Shamus and Murphy fancied a pint or two but didn't
have a lot of money. Between them, they could only
raise the staggering sum of one Euro.

Murphy said 'Hang on, I have an idea.'

He went next door to the butcher's shop and came out
with one large sausage.

Shamus said 'Are you crazy? Now we don't have any
money left at all!'

Murphy replied, 'Don't worry - just follow me.'

He went into the pub where he immediately
ordered two pints of Guinnessand two glasses of Jamieson Whisky.



Shamus said 'Now you've lost it. Do you know how much
trouble we will be in? We haven't got any money!!'

Murphy replied, with a smile. 'Don't ! worry, I have a
Plan, Cheers!'

They downed their drinks. Murphy said, 'OK, I'll stick
the sausage through my zipper and you go on your knees
and put it in your mouth.'

The barman noticed them, went berserk, and threw them
out.

They continued this, pub after pub, getting more and
more drunk, all for free.

At the tenth pub Shamus said 'Murphy - I don't think I
can do any more of this. I'm drunk and me knees are
killin' me!'

Murphy said, 'How do you think I feel? I lost the
bloody sausage in the third pub <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" /><o:p></o:p>​
 

Brian Hamilton

I'm on the verge of touching myself inappropriatel
Two Ladies Talking in Heaven




1st woman: Hi! My name is Wanda.
2nd woman: Hi! I'm Sylvia. How'd you die?


1st woman: I froze to death.
2nd woman: How horrible!


1st woman: It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death. What about you?
2nd woman: I died of a massive heart attack... I suspected that my husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.


1st woman: So, what happened?
2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere that I started running all over the house looking. I ran up into the attic and searched, and down into the basement. Then I went through every closet and checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.



1st woman: Too bad you didn't look in the freezer---we'd both still be alive.
 

Brian Hamilton

I'm on the verge of touching myself inappropriatel
What is the meaning of courage?


Is it to fight a bull in a bullfight?

Is it to drive a formula 1 car?

Is it to fly a fighter in combat?

Bull Puckey !

That's Nothing !!

THIS is Courage !!



You go boy!!!
 

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Moderator
VARIATION ON AN OLD THEME

Dear Roger,
I hope you can help me. The other day, I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV. I hadn't driven more than a mile down the road when the engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband's help.
When I got home I couldn't believe my eyes. He was in our bedroom with the neighbour's daughter. I am 32, my husband is 34, and the neighbour's daughter is 22. We have been married for ten years.
When I confronted him, he broke down and admitted that they had been having an affair for the past six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him. He was made redundant six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant. He won't go to counselling and I'm afraid I can't get through to him anymore.
Can you please help?
Sincerely, Sheila



Dear Sheila:
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the vacuum pipes and hoses on the intake manifold and also check all grounding wires. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the injectors.
I hope this helps,
Roger
 

Pete McCluskey.

Lifetime Supporter
Dear Abby,
A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These two women go everywhere together and I've never seen a man go into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
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Dear Abby,
I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I'm not even sure this baby I'm carrying is his.
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Dear Abby,
I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.
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Dear Abby,
I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
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Dear Abby,
Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
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Dear Abby,
I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now how do I get out?
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Dear Abby,
My forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $150 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
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Dear Abby,
I was married to Bill for three months and I didn't know he drank until one night he came home sober.
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Dear Abby,
Do you think it would be all right if I gave my doctor a little gift? I tried for years to get pregnant and couldn't and he did it.
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Dear Abby,
My mother is mean and short-tempered. I think she is going through her mental pause.
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Dear Abby,
You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex years ago and he IS a doctor.
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Dear Abby,
My boyfriend is going to be twenty years old next month. I'd like to give him something nice for his birthday. What do you think he'd like? Carol
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Dear Carol,
Never mind what he'd like. Give him a tie.
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Dear Abby,
Our son was married in January. Five months later his wife had a ten-pound baby girl. They said the baby was premature. Tell me, can a baby this big be that early?
Wondering ____
Dear Wondering,
The baby was on time, the wedding was late. Forget it.
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Dear Abby,
I know boys will be boys, but my 'boy' is seventy-three and he's still chasing women. Any suggestions?
Annie ___
Dear Annie,
Don't worry. My dog has been chasing cars for years, but if he ever caught one, he wouldn't know what to do with it.
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Dear Abby,
I have always wanted to have my family history traced, but I can't afford to spend a lot of money to do it. Any suggestions?
Sam ___
Dear Sam,
Yes. Run for public office.
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Dear Abby,
I am forty-four years old and I would like to meet a man my age with no bad habits.
Rose
__
Dear Rose,
So would I.
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Dear Abby,
What's the difference between a wife and a mistress?
Bess
__
Dear Bess, Night and day
 

Pete McCluskey.

Lifetime Supporter
An Aussie bloke is having a quiet drink in a bar and leans over to the big guy next to him and says, 'Do you wanna hear a Kiwi joke?

The big guy replies, 'Well mate, before you tell that joke, you should know something. I'm 1.90 m tall, 125 kg and I played as a forward for the All Blacks."

"The guy next to me is 1.85 m, weighs 115 kg and he's an ex-All Black lock."

"Next to him is a bloke who's 2 m tall, weighs 120 kg and he's a current All Black second rower. Now do you still want to tell that Kiwi joke?"

The first bloke says, "Nah, not if I'm going to have to explain it three times."
 

Pete McCluskey.

Lifetime Supporter
This was originally shown on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows how many takes).
Irony is that they received not one complaint. The speed of delivery must have been too much for the whining herds.
Try getting through it without converting the spoonerisms as you read ...

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.

At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards.

One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fatty swannies.

The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian.

She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks.

The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. 'Mist all chucking frighty!!!' said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in... Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart.

'Who's fust jarted??' asked the prandsome hince. 'Blame that fugly ucker over there!!' said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on.

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married.
The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny
 
pete, you've outdone yourself this time.....people at work are wondering why I'm crying with laughter.

:thumbsup::laugh:
 

Brian Hamilton

I'm on the verge of touching myself inappropriatel
My friend and I took her dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. Her dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time.

When the teenager had had enough, he sarcastically asked, 'What's the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?'

Knowing her dad would have a good response, I quickly swallowed my food so I wouldn't choke.




In classic style, he didn't bat an eye and replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son."
 

Pete McCluskey.

Lifetime Supporter
My mate went for a meal at his local Chinese restaurant. Having just finished his meal he asked the waiter if he could speak to the chef. The chef arrived at his table and my mate said, "That chicken was f.cking rubbery". The chef replied, "Ah, fank you velly much".


A blonde decides to do something she’s never done before - rent a dirty movie.


She drives to the local Video Palace and makes her way to the adult section in the back.

After looking around at titles, she selects something that sounds very very hot.

She drives home, lights some candles, slips into some lingerie, and puts the tape in the VCR.

To her disappointment there’s nothing but fuzz and static on the screen.

She calls the store to complain and says,

“I just rented an adult movie from you and there’s nothing on the tape, but static.”

The cashier apologized about the defective video and asked,

“Which title did you rent?”







The blonde replied, “It’s called ‘Head Cleaner.
 

Keith

Moderator
If the Battle of Trafalgar were to be fought today...

And yes, he is an ancestor....

Nelson: "Order the signal to be hoisted, Hardy."
<FONT face="Trebuchet MS"><FONT size=3>Hardy: "Aye, aye sir."<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
P><P><FONT face=
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Hold on, that's not what I dictated to the signal officer.<o:p></o:p>
What's the meaning of this?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Sorry sir?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson (reading aloud): <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
><st1:country-region w:st=
</st1:country-region>England expects every person to do his <o:p></o:p>

duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious <o:p></o:p>
persuasion or disability. What gobbledygook is this?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Admiralty policy, I'm afraid, sir. We're an equal <o:p></o:p>
opportunities employer now. We had the devil's own job getting <o:p></o:p>
'<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">England</st1:country-region></st1:place>' past the censors, lest it be considered racist."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Sorry sir. Smoking is banned in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">UK</st1:country-region></st1:place> now and all naval <o:p></o:p>
vessels have been designated smoke-free working environments."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the <o:p></o:p>
main brace to steel the men before battle."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the <o:p></o:p>
Government's policy on binge drinking."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we'd better get on with it - <o:p></o:p>
Full speed ahead."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "I think you'll find that there's a 4 knot speed limit in <o:p></o:p>
this stretch of water."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Damn it, man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow's nest please."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "That won't be possible, sir."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "What?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Health and safety have closed the crow's nest, sir. No harness. And they said that rope ladder doesn't meet 'Working at Height' regulations. They won't let anyone up there until a proper <o:p></o:p>
scaffolding can be erected."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Then get me the ship's carpenter without delay, Hardy."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "He's busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the fo'c'sle, <o:p></o:p>
Admiral."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Wheelchair access? I've never heard anything so absurd."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a <o:p></o:p>
barrier-free environment for the differently abled."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Differently abled? I've only one arm and one eye and I <o:p></o:p>
refuse even to hear mention of the word. I didn't rise to the rank of <o:p></o:p>
admiral by playing the disability card."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under-represented <o:p></o:p>
in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won't <o:p></o:p>
let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don't want <o:p></o:p>
anyone breathing in too much salt - COSHH regulations haven't you <o:p></o:p>
seen the adverts?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "I've never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell <o:p></o:p>
the men to stand by to engage the enemy."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "What? This is mutiny."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "It's not that, sir. It's just that they're afraid of being <o:p></o:p>
charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There are a couple <o:p></o:p>
of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Then how are we to sink the French and the Spanish?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Actually, sir, we're not."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "We're not?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European <o:p></o:p>
partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn't even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for compensation."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "I wouldn't let the ship's diversity and inclusiveness <o:p></o:p>
co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You'll be up on a <o:p></o:p>
disciplinary enquiry."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "You must consider every man an enemy, who speaks ill of <o:p></o:p>
your King."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this <o:p></o:p>
multicultural age. Now I must intervene, please put on your Kevlar vest; it's the rules. It could save your life"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "Don't tell me - health and safety. Whatever happened to <o:p></o:p>
rum, sodomy and the lash?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there's a ban <o:p></o:p>
on corporal punishment."<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "What about sodomy?"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Hardy: "I believe that is now legal sir, its the only thing that <o:p></o:p>
hasn't really changed. Man shaggin is still fine in the Navy"<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Nelson: "In that case... kiss me, Hardy"

And so it was......<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
 
Subject: A FIREFIGHTER









A fireman is polishing his fire engine outside the fire station when he notices a little girl next door in a little red cart with little ladders
hung on the side and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The little girl is wearing a fireman's helmet and has the cart tied to a dog and a cat.


The fire-fighter walks over to take a closer look:


'That's a lovely fire engine,' he says admiringly.


'Thanks,' says the little girl.



The fireman looks closer and notices the little girl has tied one of the cart's strings to the dog's collar and one to the cat's testicles.


'Little colleague,' says the fire-fighter, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your fire engine, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could probably go a lot faster.'

The little girl pauses for a moment, looks at the wagon, at the dog and at the cat, then shyly looks into the fireman's eyes and says:

'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a blooming siren, would I?'
 
Just f*cking f*ck me, already.

Date: 2008-02-03, 3:29PM PST



Dear Men of Craigslist, & Porsche Forum,

Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do.

But please, please just f*ck me already. Honestly, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I like that you want to take things slow. I can totally get behind the idea of emotional connection, but dearjesusinheaven, F*CK ME. We've done dinner and drinks. We've gone dancing. We've cuddled and watched a movie. I'm wearing a low cut shirt and you've been staring at my breasts all night. Goodgodalmighty, get to it and f*ck me.

When we get hot and heavy, please take charge. Please, please f*ck me. Trust me, I'm not going to just lie still - I'll get involved. But don't make me force your hand into my panties. That makes me feel like a rapist. We've been kissing for a half hour and your hand keeps grazing my ass. That's nice, but it's time to move forward. Get on top of me. Don't make me get on top right out of the gate and start bobbing up and down on your c*ck like I'm practicing some crazy new aerobic yoga because YOU won't go down on me. Roll on top and start dry humping like a good boy should. Don't gently suck my nipples and then pull back when I moan with pleasure. You being coy is totally not what I want. It's not what WE want.

OK, I know it's scary. There are lots of women out there who make f*cking really difficult. So, I have compiled some handy tips. Don't think of this as complaining, or as schadenfreude for the Andrea Dworkins of the world. Just some simple tips, for timid men who have forgotten what it means to f*ck like men:

1. Taking charge is not bad. Oh, there will be some women who feel that you are pushy. If you are making out with a woman, and she starts to push back, ask nicely if things are moving too fast. If she says yes, say something like "I'm sorry - you just look so f*cking delicious. I'll go slower." Otherwise, skillfully move forward. If you start kissing a woman, and she responds well, and before long, you're both on the floor with her skirt pushed up, and you on top of her, it's not the time to roll onto your back and start awkwardly stroking the top of her head. Seriously, grow a goddamn pair. YOU'RE the man. Act like one.

2. Ohmyf*ckinggod, please learn to respect the cl*t. It's different for every woman, so ask what she likes. Do not, I repeat, do not just wiggle your fingers around her p*ssy like you're trying to tickle her. Do not drum your fingertips against her vulva like you are impatiently waiting at the Sears Tire Center for your receipt. Do not push the cl*t like it is a doorbell at some house that you need to get inside of. Start by using all four fingers with firm yet gentle pressure against the outside of her p*ssy. Do not charge in with a single finger and start jabbing at things. And if you really don't know what to do, ask her. Just ask. "How do you like it?". It's a simple question, and most women will answer straight out. If she's being all coy, ask "Do you like pressure? Is it sensitive?" The clitoris is a varied item, indeed. Treat each one as though you have never encountered one before. Forget everything that your last partner liked.

3. Most women like to be f*cked, and f*cked well. Yes, there are women out there who want to "make love" every time - sweet, gentle, rocking love with lots of eye contact and loving kisses. Those women are not the majority. The majority like to be pounded. The majority like to have their hair pulled. The majority like a good, solid jackhammering. When a woman is bucking wildly against you, it's not because she wants you to pull back and slowly swirl your c*ck around her vagina like you're mixing a cake batter up there. It's because she wants you to hold down her arms, or grab her hips, or push her legs above her head, and f*ck her harder. Don't be too afraid of what this means as far as gender equality goes - I am a raging feminist bitch, but I still want to be penetrated like you are planning on f*cking my throat from the inside out.

4. A little roughness is nice. Do not pretend that you had no idea that some women like their hair pulled. Do not act shocked if she wants you to spank her ("Really? Spanking? Won't it hurt?" - yes, it does. That's the f*cking point). We know you've read Stuff and Maxim, and that's all those laddie mags talk about in their "How to Please Her" sections. Start with light, full handed smacks to the area of her ass that she sits on. Judge her response and continue on from there. You don't have to bend her over one knee and tell her she's a naughty girl and that Daddy's going to punish her; save that for the fifth date. Women are less delicate than you think, so don't worry about breaking her hip.

5. It's OK for you to make noise. Otherwise, we feel like we are f*cking a ninja. Unless you actually are a ninja, and have sneaked into our rooms with vibrating nanuchaku and zippered black pajamas, please, please make some noise. If you're banging a woman, and she's crying out and saying your name and moaning, and you can't even manage a grunt, she's going to feel like an idiot. You don't have to make the sounds she is making, but do SOMETHING. You know how when you are watching porn, and the girl does something great to the guy and the guy kind of goes "Ah!", half grunt, half yell? That's HOT. Do that. Whisper our name (assuming you know it) gruffly. Groan against her neck when you're in missionary position. You don't have to grunt like a mountain gorilla, but if you are totally mute, she's going to get worried.

6. Most women like dirty talk, in addition to the grunting. If you'd like to get some dirty talk going, ask her if she likes the way you f*ck her. If she responds well, continue with something like, "I love f*cking you. God, you look so f*cking hot." Is she still moaning in response? "Your tits are so beautiful." Does that work? If she doesn't respond well to the term "tits", you might have to stop there. If she keep moaning or responding, pass Go and collect $200. Try the following:

"Oh, god. Your p*ssy is SO tight."
"You're so wet - are you wet because you like the feel of my c*ck ramming you?"
"I think I'm going to come inside you. I'm going to fill up your little c*nt." It doesn't matter that you're wearing a condom; we LOVE hearing this.

If all of those work, you can then progress to things like "sexy little bitch" and "dirty whore". Tread carefully, but please, tread. Do not tiptoe. Do not sit down. Charge.

6. You're not obligated to eat a woman out. In return, she's not obligated to choke on your dick. Don't skip one and expect the other. If you do eat a woman out, the only comment you should make about her pussy is how nice it is. The length of her labia minora, the color of her interior, her waxing job or full bush - you are not John Madden. No time for color commentary.

7. Do not bitch about condoms. Oh, we hate them. Trust us. They hurt us more than they hurt you. But we don't want to be preggers, and you don't want to catch anything, right? Don't whine about condom sex. Do not explain that you can't come with one on. LEARN to come with one on, or if not, help us figure out what to do with you once we're satisfied and it's time for you to let loose your load.

8. We really like it when you come. It's called a money shot for a reason. Watching semen shoot out of you is one of the most gratifying things EVER. However, do not assume that she wants you to jack it off onto her face. She might, but don't assume. Seeing and/or feeling you come is rewarding for us, so there's no need to deprive us of it, but please do consult us before unleashing. "I think I'm going to come - how do you like it?" is a fair question that shouldn't rob you of your testicles.

In recent memory, I've been f*cked by a very aggressive, manly guy, and I've been... well, f*cked is the wrong term here. I've been penetrated by a total and utter wuss. Who am I going to run back to when I'm ready for my fill? Manly McHardon, that's who. ----------------------------------------------------

*New point of clarification - some people have brought up some really great issues in response to this post, so let me say this: I don't mean to imply that all women like to be treated like whores. I do mean to say that most women I know have told me that they like sex rougher than most men give it to them. Rough does NOT equal chains and bondage. And this applies to the bedroom only, and does not mean that she wants you to choose her dinner for her, or treat her like less of a person. **Some women have said that they don't like it rough and what the hell am I thinking? Well, girls, you're in the minority. HOWEVER, all women need to remember that, in addition to be straight forward about your sexual desires, you need to be straight forward about your sexual limits. Don't be afraid to ask for more, but when something feels wrong, say so. Don't ever do something you don't want to do in silence and then blame the guy. Silence is dangerous.
 

Peter Delaney

GT40s Supporter
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, 'What's on TV?'

I said, 'Dust.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'

I bought her a scale.

And then the fight started...

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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.

And then the fight started...

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my drive r's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'

'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'

'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'

And then the fight started...



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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.

"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?""

Nah, she can order for herself."

And then the fight started...

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A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband,
'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.
I really need you to pay me a compliment.'

The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'

And then the fight started.....

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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.

Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.

I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.

And then the fight started....

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My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday

and then the fight started.....

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A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies.

Suddenly, at
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The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy crap. That must be my husband!'

So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go.

A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!'

The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?'

And then the fight started.....

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.

I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.

I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'

My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'

And then the fight started ...



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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"

It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.

So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"

And that's when the fight started....

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My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"

"No," she answered.

I then said, "Is that your final answer?"

She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

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Peter Delaney

GT40s Supporter
A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and sees >
this HUGE black guy standing next to him.
The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down, and >
says: "7' feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch private, 3 pound > testicles,
Turner Brown".
The white man faints and falls to the floor. The big guy kneels >
down and brings him to, shaking him.
The big guy says: 'What's wrong with you?' In a weak voice the >
little guy says, 'What EXACTLY did you say to me?'
 

Jim Rosenthal

Supporter
You're out for a walk, and you see three tampons walking towards you- Mini, Maxi, and Super. So you say hello.

Which one says hello to you first?


None of them. They're all stuck up bitches.
 
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