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Posted by hillbillyjim
- May 16, 2009, 10:31:16 PMQuote from: Joe C on May 16, 2009, 12:06:15 PM
That is why you always have to be careful what you tell your wife.
A wife listening to her husband??
Posted by jarjar
- May 16, 2009, 12:16:01 PMQuote from: Joe C on May 16, 2009, 12:15:32 PM
Just in case she actually does whatever you say.
Posted by Joe C
- May 16, 2009, 12:15:32 PMJust in case she actually does whatever you say.
Posted by swamp
- May 16, 2009, 12:12:22 PM Posted by jarjar
- May 16, 2009, 12:07:47 PMQuote from: Joe C on May 16, 2009, 12:06:15 PMfor sure
That is why you always have to be careful what you tell you wife.
Posted by Joe C
- May 16, 2009, 12:06:15 PMThat is why you always have to be careful what you tell your wife. 
Posted by swamp
- May 16, 2009, 11:39:52 AM
Posted by jarjar
- May 16, 2009, 11:34:23 AMQuote from: swamp on May 16, 2009, 11:27:26 AMHow come I knew that too
i wished i was that mail man
Posted by swamp
- May 16, 2009, 11:27:26 AMi wished i was that mail man
Posted by BabyCheetah
- May 16, 2009, 06:16:33 AM Posted by somuchfun
- May 16, 2009, 04:56:34 AM Posted by swamp
- May 15, 2009, 04:42:39 PM Posted by COLAMAMA44
- May 15, 2009, 04:41:08 PM
Posted by jarjar
- May 15, 2009, 02:55:57 PM
Posted by hillbillyjim
- May 15, 2009, 01:16:46 PMMailman's Last Day
It was George the Mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who roundly and soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way with a tidy gift envelope. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orangejuice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"
"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you.
I asked him what to give you. He said, 'F**k him. Give him a dollar.'
The breakfast was my idea!"
It was George the Mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.
When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who roundly and soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way with a tidy gift envelope. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orangejuice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"
"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you.
I asked him what to give you. He said, 'F**k him. Give him a dollar.'
The breakfast was my idea!"