Tag Archives: Humor

Funny Warning Signs

Would you sale something here?

Down right bad when they're going after the billboard letters

Trust a warning like this

What a sense of humor

I'd put this one in my yard

And I believe them, too

Do they mean business, or what?

Now this sends the message!

This is one pissed off dude!

My cats used to disappear all the time!

I love these kinds of signs. Think they understand English?

Now this is a well thought out sign!

Boy, the English language is hard!

Crappy Times

[This is great! Thanks to whoever put this together.]

Drafting Guys Over 70

post sent by Dan Morris

[Have no idea who the author is, but what a guy! This is the best common sense I've read in all my 40+ years. This will have you rolling for sure!]

This is funny & obviously written by a Former Soldier…New Direction for any war:  Send Service Vets over 70!

I am over 70 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.

  • For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
  • Young guys haven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. “My back hurts! I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry.” We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it, will make us feel better and shut us up for awhile.
  • An 18-year-old doesn’t even like to get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I’m tired and can’t sleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.
  • If captured, we couldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
  • Boot camp would be easier for old guys. We’re used to getting screamed and yelled at and we’re used to soft food. We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns. We’ve been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
  • They could lighten up on the obstacle course however. I’ve been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any push-ups after completing basic training.
  • Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
  • An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He’s still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn’t figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.

These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm’s way. Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.

HEY! How about recruiting Women over 50…in menopause! You think MEN have attitudes??
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God†! If nothing else, put them on border patrol. They’ll have it secured the first night!


Boy, Yesterday Seems Like A Blink Away

post sent by Dan Morris

[How great is this? Take the quiz below, you'll be surprise. I remember 8 of them! We had the first microwave oven in our neighborhood. It was very big. We also had the first SUV in the neighbor. A very large blazer. We had only 9 channels. We had Hew-Haw, the Dukes of Hazard! We had no curfew after 10pm! We could get a bonafide driver's license at 15. There was gas stations with attendants who pumped your gas and washed your windshield without wanting a single dime! What happened to that America?]

Bring  back any memories?

Someone  asked me the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed  him.
“All the food was slow.”
“C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?”
“It was a place called home“, I explained.
“Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what  she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.”

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I’d figured his system could have handled  it—

  • Some parents NEVER owned their own house, or wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit  card.
  • My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).
  • We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 10. It  was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 pm, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 a..m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local  people…
  • I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line…
  • Pizzas were not delivered to our home… But milk was.
  • All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered  newspapers—My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
  • Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If  you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut  laughing.

Growing  up isn’t what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend—My  Dad is cleaning out my grandmother’s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it…I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to sprinkle clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons. Man, I am  old.

How many do you remember?

  • Headlight dip-switches on the floor of the car.
  • Ignition switches on the dashboard.
  • Trouser leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
  • Soldering irons you heated on a gas burner.
  • Using hand signals for cars without turn indicators.

Older Than Dirt Quiz—Count all the ones that you remember, not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.

  • Sweet cigarettes
  • Coffee shops with juke boxes
  • Home milk delivery in glass bottles
  • Party lines on the telephone
  • Newsreels before the movie
  • TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (There were only 2 channels [if you were fortunate])
  • Peashooters
  • 33 rpm records
  • 45 RPM records
  • Hi-fi’s
  • Metal ice trays with levers
  • Blue flashbulb
  • Cork popguns
  • Wash tub wringers
  • If  you remembered 0-3 = You are still young
  • If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
  • If you remembered 7-10 = Don’t tell your age
  • If you remembered 11-14 = You’re positively ancient!

I must be positively ancient but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

The Plane Crash

post by author unknown

A plane crashed in the middle of rural Iowa. Panic stricken, the local sheriff mobilized and descended on the farm in force. When they got  there, the disaster was clear. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. The sheriff and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of  anyone. They spotted a lone farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing had happened. They hurried over to the man’s tractor.

“Hank,” the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath. “Did you see this terrible accident happen?”
“Yep. Sure did.” the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor’s engine.
“Do you realize that is the airplane of the puppet?”
“Yep.”
“Were there any survivors?”
“Nope. They’s all kilt straight out,” the farmer answered. “I done buried  them all myself. Took me most of the morning..”
The puppet is dead?” the sheriff shouted.
“Well,” the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. “He kept a-saying he wasn’t…But you know how bad that sumabitch lies.”

Ray Stevens: Come to the USA

The Pope and Pelosi

post by author unknown

The Pope and Nancy Pelosi are on the same stage in Yankee Stadium in front of a huge crowd. The Pope leans towards Pelosi and said, “Do you know that with one little wave of my hand I can make every person in this crowd go wild with joy? This joy will not be a momentary display, but will go deep into their hearts and they’ll forever speak of this day and rejoice!”

Pelosi replied, “I seriously doubt that with one little wave of your hand? Show me!”

So, the Pope backhanded the bitch!

The crowd roared and cheered wildly!

Kind of brings a tear to your eyes, doesn’t it?

Puppet Talking Bullshitter Doll

Hot Toy for 2010 for only $9.99 + Tax = $199.99


French Clothes Political Label

What Religion is Your Bra?

post by unknown author

A man walked into the ladies department of Macy’s and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife. “
“What type of bra?” asked the clerk.
“Type?” inquires the man. “There’s more than one type?”
“Look around,” said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from….”
Relieved, the man asked about the types.
The sales lady replied, “There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?”
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The sales lady responded, “It is all really quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army type lifts the fallen, the Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and the Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.”

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, but couldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!

  • A—Almost Boobs…
  • B—Barely there…
  • C—Can’t Complain…
  • D—Dang…
  • DD—Double dang…
  • E—Enormous…
  • F—Fake…
  • G—Get a Reduction…
  • H—Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!…

By the way, they forgot the German bra—Holtzemfromfloppen