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peewee wrote:morning alan

good job your in the suit pete

that picture cracks me up mate, its just so random     

peewee wrote:

Judge wrote:

peewee wrote:morning alan

good job your in the suit pete

that picture cracks me up mate, its just so random     

should run a caption comp on the picture

s@int wrote:Becky was on her deathbed with her husband Jake maintaining a steady vigil by her side.

As he held her fragile hand, his warm tears ran silently down his face,splashed onto her face, and roused her from her slumber. She looked up and her pale lips began to move slightly.

"My darling Jake," she whispered.

"Hush, my love," he said. "Go back to sleep. Shhh. Don't talk."

But she was insistent. "Jake," she said in her tired voice "I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you."

"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Jake. "It's alright.
Everything's all right, go to sleep now."

"No, no. I must die in peace, Jake. I slept with your brother, your best friend and your father."

Jake mustered a pained smile and stroked her hand.

"Hush now Becky, don't torment yourself. I know all about it," he said.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. Why do you think I poisoned you, you c*nt?"

s@int wrote:

Knew it.

That had better be a sincere laugh Saint and not just to humour me. 

peewee wrote:There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was 'Onestone'.

He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.

After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, "If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!"

The word got around and nobody called him that any more.

Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone."

He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.

The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.

Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name, until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away.

Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone.

She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone."

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!

So what is the moral of this story? ?...........................




take a guess! Think about it...








And the moral is...



You can't kill two birds with one stone




   

Very good peewee, and im glad you told us the moral or i would never have guessed.