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To: NicknamedBob

 

A poet, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire himself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. He went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for him to do.

 

"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"

 

The poet said, "How about 50 dollars?"

 

The man agreed and told him that the paint and ladders that he might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does he realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"

 

The man replied, "He should. He was standing on it."

 

A short time later, the poet came to the door to collect his money.

 

"You're finished already?" he asked.

 

"Yes," the writer answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats."

 

Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50.

 

"And by the way," the poet added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari."

 

I'll show you yours if you'll show me mine.
2,463 posted on 12/21/2008 8:32:08 PM PST by Lady Jag (DONATE NOW at https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)
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To: Lady Jag

LOL

Cute, LadyJ.


2,466 posted on 12/21/2008 8:43:46 PM PST by JustAmy (I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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To: Lady Jag; TASMANIANRED

A man was friends with the clerk at the pharmacy. He went to see him for a favor.

“You see, I’ve got three stewardesses coming over to my place for the weekend, and I want to see that they are properly entertained.”

“Hey, I can’t give you anything to slip into their drinks or anything!”

“No, no! I just want to be fortified for the event. I’ve got all kinds of things lined up; movies, dance music, you know!”

“Well, okay. I guess I can help you out then. Good Luck!”

... Later ...

... Like, a long time later ...

The man came back into the pharmacy and asked for some BenGay.

“Wait a minute. You look terrible. Let me examine you before I prescribe anything.”

The man submitted to an examination. Sure enough, he looked as though he had been through a meat-grinder.

“Oh, man!” said the clerk, “I can’t let you have BenGay for that condition. It would kill you!”

“No, no! You don’t understand,” the man protested, “The BenGay is for my shoulders ...”

.

“... The girls never showed up.”

.

.

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(I think he must have spent the weekend digging post-holes or something. That will really put a hurtin’ on your shoulders.)


2,468 posted on 12/21/2008 9:10:37 PM PST by NicknamedBob (Would it be wrong of me to have a self- inflating "Achmed the Dead Terrorist" yard decoration?)
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