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02-12-2016 Journal–Raunchy, Tasteless & Gross!   1 comment

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I’m in a mood this morning. I have yet to decide whether it’s a good mood, a bad mood, or a I-don’t-give-a-damn mood.  It depends more on my interactions today with other people than anything else.  Normally I look for something funny or at least a little humorous to set me on the right track for the day but I’m actually feeling like taking a trip down the wrong road. This road leads to tasteless, gross, and raunchy humor.  Be warned.

I think I’ll throw in a few filthy limericks, a dirty joke or two, some raunchy riddles, and anything else I can think of.  Some of these items and photos might even gross you out a little but hopefully not too too much. Over the years I’ve purchased a number of books in old book stores  filled with questionable humor and today I intend to share some of their contents with you.  So let’s get started.

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Riddles

Q. What’s the difference between frustration and panic?

A. Frustration is the first time you find out you can’t do it the second time, and panic is the second time you find out you can’t do it the first time.

 

Q. When do you know you’ve had the world’s best head?

A. You have to pull the sheets out of your ass!

 

Q. What’s the difference between a rooster and a lawyer?

A. A rooster clucks defiance!

 

Q. Who’s the world’s greatest athlete?

A. The guy who finishes first and third in the masturbation contest!

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Jokes

A young up-and-coming executive was informed that he would be forced to take a thirty percent pay cut. Later that evening he was discussing with his wife ways in which they could trim some fat from their household budget. “Honey,” he said, “if you could learn to prepare a few meals, we could fire the cook.”  “Well, dear,” she replied, “if you could learn to fuck, we could fire the gardener.”

A urologist claimed that he could find any disease just by testing a person’s urine. One man, who had tennis elbow, decided to fool the doctor. He made an appointment, received his specimen bottle, and was told to come back the next day. That night he urinated in the bottle, then his wife did, followed by his daughter, and the the family dog. Then he masturbated into it as well. He returned the next day with his sample and gave it to the doctor for testing. Four hours later the doctor returned. “You know,” he said, “it took me a long time, but I think I’ve finally got it. Your wife has VD, your daughter is pregnant, your dog has mange, and if you’d quit beating off, you wouldn’t have tennis elbow.”

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Limericks

All these small cocks (of which we won’t dwell)

Looked no bigger encouraged to swell; I’ve endured the tedium

Of others, classed medium,

But at last – I’ve discovered XL.

 

Said a President prone to give pecks,

To those areas  other than necks:

“Although this is sultry,

It is not adultery –

I’m not even sure if it’s sex!”

-dedicated to Bill Clinton

A well-endowed chap with a cock,

Several sizes too big for his jock,

Eventually found

It was far better wound

Round one leg and tucked into his sock!

 

In the Garden of Eden lay Adam,

Complacently stroking his madam;

And loud was his mirth

For he knew that, on earth,

There were only two balls – and he had’em.

 

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Well there you have it. What better way to start off your day and the weekend.  These were just a rather tame samples of what’s to come (no pun intended). The next time I’ll use the harsher and crazier stuff.

12-16-2012   Leave a comment

Well today’s December 16th, leaving eight more shopping days till Christmas. I’ve been trying desperately to find a little more Christmas spirit but it’s been difficult.  In years past I never bothered to make much of an effort because I didn’t care all that much.

My better-half has been doing her best to get me going and last night she decided a trip to Walmart was necessary. She seemed to think that if I listen to some Christmas music and check out some possible gifts, I’ll get that old feeling back. That included of course a cruise through the toy department looking for gifts for her new grandson who’s all of two months old. 

We arrived with the best of intentions but as most of you know Walmart makes me crazy year-round not just at Christmas.  The lunatic fringe was out in droves shopping their asses off and wearing Christmas outfits that were not only indescribable but worthy of immediate arrest for felony bad taste. I know one thing for sure, I’m not a big fan of the recent fad at Walmart of wearing pajamas pants to shop in. Not only is it a stupid thing to do but OMG could they find anything uglier to wear.  I saw no less than five somewhat normal looking human beings wearing them and of course they were all women.

As we entered the Toy Department I suddenly found myself in a new and unfamiliar situation.  I was being made to shop for a two month old child’s toys.  Doesn’t my better-half realize that the new grand child is still trying to focus his eyes and to figure out what those five things are at the end of each of his arms. I decided to go along with it but immediately discovered what I mistake I’d made. OMG there were freaking toys as far as the eye could see. In the car I indicated that possibly a Lego set would be something to consider but there must have been a hundred freaking Lego sets filling two aisles. My head was spinning just trying to take it all in. 

A short distance down the aisle were a young married couple and their child’s grandparents.  They weren’t actually fighting but the discussion was a bit heated. If those four already experienced parents and grandparents couldn’t figure these things out, what chance did I have. That would be absolutely NONE.  I went through the motions for another twenty minutes and we eventually left empty handed.  Another twenty minutes of my life I’ll never get back.

As we left Walmart the unthinkable began happening.  What’s Christmas without an effing snow storm.  The radio weather experts tell me that by tomorrow we’ll have 6-10 inches of accumulation. Yippee!   I think I’ll go home and find my snow shoveling gear and my magic shovel. 

I’M SLOWLY SLIDING TOWARDS THE “I HATE CHRISTMAS” ZONE, HELP ME!