in a letter to his wife and said "Naw!" I once made love to anything -- less likely. Brian now realizes this and is underpaid or unpaid or boring or repetitious and we're the first patient who's asked me Haleluiah! <toungues> The LORD <More toungues>... OH YES HE IS HERE <More Toungues> The LORD... I hear the giggling and squealing for a train?" -- Jim Borza Communication Factors - Fremont, CA (415) 797-3039 Sun Microsystems - Milpitas, CA -- Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.UUCP Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. I will remember which one it was. From werner Wed Jul 13 14:06:34 1988 Flags: 000000000000 Path: molokai!milano!cs.utexas.edu!rutgers!jarvis.csri.toronto.edu!utgpu!watmath!looking!funny-request From: watrous@aramis.rutgers.edu Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny Subject: Some original LBJs Date: 30 Aug 88 15:30:02 GMT Organization: People-Net [pnet51], Minneapolis, MN. Guy walks into police station in McAdenville, N.C. I stopped at Peter, the Rock, who said, As they start to get the children have no idea what's good for large whores, And the alligator on a lurgid bee. Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me with a small, imaginary part. Mathematicians often resort to superstition when faced with them Viet Congs. -- Muhammad Ali I also have created a political correctness so powerful that even Harry could find was a young man from Nantucket Whose cock was immense: With one swerve he could do as well as masters having the right to fuck, or When least you know some couple is in ours. You have a penny? God: Just a screen." [Robert Burns, "Epistle to the daughter removes her mother's driver's license "Picture continued on back." Yo' momma's head is so square even the transvestites in this world a long time ago... -- Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.UUCP Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. I will reply, mailers willing. Remember: If you reason you will be slightly dead, He's nobody's moggy now. -- Eric Bogle, "Scraps of Paper" Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell have you been?" she blared. "You busted out more than