Im assuming, since he had everything else he ever wanted the orange head would be a great story every time someone asked lol that was funny
This joke is... I personally love this joke but I'm not sure many people will. But you know what???? I'm postin' it anyways!
A man walks into a bar, and half of his head is a giant orange.
He sits down and orders a drink. The bartender eyes him warily, but gets him what he wants. The man sits sipping the drink, quietly watching the baseball game on the bar television. After a while, he runs dry and orders another.
"Tell you what," says the bartender, "this next one's on the house -- but did you notice half of your head is a giant orange? I'm not trying to be rude but you have got to tell me what happened..."
The man smiles. "No, not at all. I get this all the time.
Well, it started with the Gulf War. I was a young kid fresh out of high school, but I was poor. I needed money for college, and the Army looked like a good way out of the ghetto. But then they shipped me over to Kuwait. My platoon took some heavy fire during Desert Storm, and I was separated from them.
I wandered the desert for days, with only the contents of my pack to sustain me. I ran out of water, I ran out of food. I was desperate, on the virge of death -- when suddenly, I saw a glint of metal in the distance...
I forced myself onward, hoping the shining brightness was a glint of gunmetal from my platoon, or a city on the horizon, or anything. When I finally reached it, it was a piece of metal half-burried in the sand. I dug around it and excavated what appeared to be an old Persian oil lamp.
There was an inscription on the lamp, too covered in dust to read. I rubbed at the embossed lettering -- and then, a swirl of smoke and light surrounded me. Suddenly, before me, stood a ten-foot tall being, dressed in traditional Arabian garb, arms crossed.
'I am the Djinni of the lamp,' said the entity. 'For releasing me, I shall grant you three wishes. What is your first wish, my master?'
I was incredulous, of course. I deduced I must be hallucinating, that this was desert madness. I decided to test the mirage. 'Alright,' I tasked it, 'I wish for a wallet with a million dollars in it, that I can never lose, and whenever I take any money out of it the sum is immediately replenished.'
'Your wish is granted!' boomed the Djinni. I felt a bluge in one of my uniform pockets. Reaching in, I pulled out a new wallet, stuffed to bursting with crisp, new American bills. I counted them -- sure enough, it was a million dollars. I ripped up the bills, cast them to the four winds, and threw the wallet as hard as I could. The moment it was beyond my sight, it teleported instantaneously back to my pocket, refilled with another million dollars.
'What is you second wish, my master?'
I pondered the notion for a long moment, assessing my needs. 'Djinni,' I said, 'for my second wish, I want to be transported to a cool, abandoned palace, into a harem room with a hundred beautiful young virgins who will all fall madly in love with me at first sight, before a buffet table set with a feast fit for a king.'
'Your wish is granted!' Poof! I found myself in a royal harem, escaped from the heat of the desert. All around me, nubile girls eyed me with keen interest. In front of me, every conceivable type of meat was roasted to perfect tenderness, set with all the appetizers, side-dishes, salads, soups, and desserts of the four corners of the globe.
I dined until I was near-bloated, and then I had a lot of sex. I mean a lot. Several hours later, laying upon a bed of feathers, brown and blonde and red haired beauties nuzzling into me like puppies at their mother's underbelly, the Djinni stood before me, looking down in satisfaction at his work so far.
'What is your third wish, my master?'
I thought long and hard. Truly, this last wish tasked the very limits of my imagination, my beliefs, my ethics, my philosophy. Hours passed in silence, save for the gentle snoring of the ladies surrounding me.
At last, I spoke.
'Djinni, for my third wish, I want half my head to be a giant orange.'"
Through hypnosis, I create confident men and women to succeed in all facets of their lives. This place will soon get very interesting
Im assuming, since he had everything else he ever wanted the orange head would be a great story every time someone asked lol that was funny
The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary
see not all blonds are dumb : )
REPLACEMENT
WINDOWS
Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with an
expensive double-pane energy efficient kind.
Today, I got a
call from the contractor who installed them. He
was complaining that the
work had been completed a whole year
ago, and I still hadn't paid for them.
Well, hellloooo,...........just because I'm blonde doesn't
mean
that I am automatically .
So, I told him
exactly what his fast talking sales guy had told
me last year, that in ONE
YEAR these windows would pay for
themselves! Helllooooo? It's
been a year! I told him.
There was only silence at the other end
of the line, so I
finally just hung up. He never called back. Guess I won
that
argument.
I bet he felt like an idiot.
THEY CALL WOMEN THE WEAKER SEX BUT SHE CAN TEAR THE MIGHTIEST MAN APART WIT 3 LITTLE WORDS (is it in)
The most common sex position between married couples today is doggystyle. The man sits and begs for it and the woman rolls over and plays dead.
Why do police hate redneck murder cases?
cuz there are no dental records and all the DNA matches.
Smile...it's not so bad.
Why do police hate redneck murder cases?
cuz there are no dental records and all the DNA matches.
I resemble that remark
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If it wasn't for the bad times.... We wouldn't appreciate the good ones!
Have a Happy Period": Actual Letter to P&G?
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I haven't seen this one before. I also haven't seen the "Have a Happy Period" campaign. What a idea! I tend to agree with the letter writer.
Quote:
From: "Doris Cooper" <*******hotmail.com>
To:
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2007 23:21:15 +0000
Subject: ACTUAL LETTER TO PROCTOR AND GAMBLE
ACTUAL LETTER TO PROCTOR AND GAMBLE
This is a letter written to one of the top executives at Proctor and Gamble. Means a bit more to the gals than the guys.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favourite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my ‘time of the month’ is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills."
Isn't the human body amazing? As Branch Manager in the Feminine-hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from "Aunt Flo". Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behaviour. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.
In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... which brings me to the reason for my letter.
Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period".
"Are you f…..g kidding me?" What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness - is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong", or are you just picking on us? Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending . And that's a promise I will keep... Always.
Best,
Wendy Aarons
Austin TX
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A Florida couple, both well into their 70s, go to a sex therapist's office.
The doctor asks, 'What can I do for you?'
The man says, 'Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?'
The doctor raises both eyebrows, but he is so amazed that such an elderly couple is asking for sexual advice that he agrees.
When the couple finishes, the doctor says, 'There's absolutely nothing wrong with
the way you have intercourse.'
He thanks them for coming, he
wishes them good luck, he charges them $50 and he says good bye.
The next week, the same couple returns and asks the sex therapist to watch again. The sex therapist is a bit puzzled, but agrees.
This happens several weeks in a row.
The couple makes an appointment, has intercourse with no problems, pays the doctor, then leave.
Finally, after 3 months of this routine, the doctor says, 'I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?'
The man says, 'We're not trying to find out anything.
She's married so we can't go to her house.
I'm married and we can't go to my house.
The Holiday Inn charges $98.
The Hilton charges $139.
We do it here for $50, and
I get $43 back from Medicare.
If it wasn't for the bad times.... We wouldn't appreciate the good ones!
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When we were "young" we pretended to be a radio station, well i didn't my next door neighbour and my brother did.
They would ring someone, anyone, any number and say "This is FIVE AA to win, you must answer this question"...
" Is your FRIDGE RUNNING"
They would answer - "yes" all excited.
So these roags then said " well you better go catch it" laugh and hang up...
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Do we not realise that in order to find a soul
It doesn't happen over night
if truth were to be told.
Like everything in life that's hard to achieve
you must believe!
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