This is what happens to people who don't laffalittle...
TIMEX
He turns to the bartender and exclaims "The name of my thing is SECRET. Now give me my beer."
The bartender begins to pour the customer a beer, but with a puzzled look asks "Why Secret?"
The customer confidently replies "Because it's strong enough for a man, but made for a woman."
But, unknowing why, the elevator went up. He tried to press the down button again but it continued to go up. When it reached the 59th floor, the
elevator stopped! The door opened,and then, a woman who was
mysteriously so beautiful, with long black hair and white dress, smiled sweetly at
him and entered the elevator. The guy was wondering who she was, since he never saw her ever since he worked in that building. He was asking himself...who is she, and why haven't she gone home yet when it was nearly midnight, it's not safe for a lady to be alone late in
the evening. He wanted to asked her but since he was shy, he just kept silent. In the silence, the elevator went down slowy from one floor to another...48...47....46......35...34.....29...... when suddenly...on the 13th floor, the lights in the elevator went off and the elevator stopped. It was pitch darkness...he pressed the emergency button...waited...but
nothing happened. Suddenly, he smelled a very foul odor of something rotten...goosepimples went all over his skin...his heart beat faster, cold sweat broke out his brows, he could not breath, ....and so, he began
to say a prayer and tried to calm himself, breath normally....while moving backwards slowly l..then, the lights suddenly went on. Suddenly, the woman who was behind him gave an eerie laugh....and said....
THAT AIN'T OLAF
The mortician didn't say anything, but thought that was kind of
strange.
Then he brought in Lars to I.D. the body, and Lars looked at him and
said "Yaa, he's burnt real bad; roll him over."
The mortician rolled him over, and Lars looked down at his ass and
said
"No, dat ain't Olaf."
The mortician said "How can you tell?"
Lars said, "Well, Olaf had two assholes."
"What? He had two assholes?!" said the mortician.
"Yaa, everyone in town knew he had two assholes. Every time the three
of us went to town, everyone would say "Here comes Olaf with them two
assholes!"
HONEYMOON IN NEW ENGLAND
The next day, the wife had a backache from her adventures and went to see
a doctor. The doctor asked her to strip and then examined her. "How old
are you my dear" the doctor asked.
"I am 22 replied the wife, why?" The doctor replied, "Because on your ass it
says that you died in 1755."
Beating around the bush. . . . . . . . .75
To which you may want to add your own favorite activities, including:
Opening a can of worms . . . . . . . . .50
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"Sorry, umutot ako....You're not angry?"
he....he....he...ha....ha......
When someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak, you think of
danger.
You make over $100,000 a year and still can't afford a house.
You take a bus and are shocked at 2 people carrying on a conversation in
English.
You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know the
drivers have never seen it.
You can't remember...is pot illegal?
You've been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and one
sperm
donor.
You have a very strong opinion where your coffee beans are grown and can
taste the difference between Sumatra and Ethiopian.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
You know that anyone wearing shorts in April is just visiting from Ohio.
You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.
Your boss runs in the "Bay to Breakers"....it's the first time you have
seen him/her nude.
Your child's 3rd grade teacher has two pierced ears, a nose ring and is
named "Breeze." And, after telling that to a friend, they still need to
ask
if the teacher is male or female..
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between
yoga,
aromatherapy, conversational mandarin, or building your own web site
class.
You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved to
SF
and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your life
depended on it.
A man walks on MUNI in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You
don't notice.
A woman walks on MUNI with live poultry. You don't notice.
You think any guy with a George Clooney haircut must be visting from the
midwest.
You know that any woman with a George Clooney haircut is not a tourist.
You keep a list of companies to boycott.
Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the woman who delivers
your mail is straight and your Mary Kay Lady is a guy in drag.
Olaf died in a fire and his body was so badly burned that the morgue
needed someone to I.D. the body. So they called up his two friends,
Swen and Lars, to come and try to I.D. the body.
Swen went in and the mortician pulled back the sheet, and Swen said
"Yaa, he's burnt pretty bad. Roll him over."
So the mortician rolled him over, and Swen looked at his ass and said
"No, dat ain't Olaf."
Jumping to conclusions . . . . . . . . 100
Climbing the walls . . . . . . . . . . 150
Swallowing your pride. . . . . . . . . .50
Passing the buck . . . . . . . . . . . .25
Throwing your weight around
(depending on your weight). . . .50-300
Dragging your heels. . . . . . . . . . 100
Pushing your luck. . . . . . . . . . . 250
Making mountains out of molehills. . . 500
Hitting the nail on the head . . . . . .50
Wading through paperwork . . . . . . . 300
Bending over backwards . . . . . . . . 75
Jumping on the bandwagon . . . . . . . 200
Balancing the books. . . . . . . . . . .25
Running around in circles. . . . . . . 350
Eating crow. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 225
Tooting your own horn. . . . . . . . . .25
Climbing the ladder of success . . . . 750
Pulling out the stops. . . . . . . . . .75
Adding fuel to the fire. . . . . . . . 160
Wrapping it up at the day's end. . . . .12
Putting your foot in your mouth. . . . 300
Starting the ball rolling. . . . . . . .90
Going over the edge. . . . . . . . . . .25
Picking up the pieces after. . . . . . 350
Counting eggs before thay hatch. . . . . 6
Calling it quits . . . . . . . . . . . . 2
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