hahaha thats a good post Clover. That's something my little sister would say.

where do you get these? lol, they're great

Give me a minute sheesh.....

Can you read this!

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slpeling was ipmorantt!

very amzing.. I won't bother you anymore, lol

LOL I hope not...

SGT Too much huh... Too much time on my hands right now, of f work until August and I’m going crazy... Plus I’m sick of school right now as the class I’m taking is easy and I’m sick of others copying my work... So I wait until the last day then post my discussions... lol (let them figure it out first)

Something new for July 3, 2007

The Ticket

Three women and three men are traveling by train to the Super Bowl. At the station, the three men each buy a ticket and watch as the three Women buy just one ticket.

"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks one of the men.

"Watch and learn," answers one of the women.

They all board the train. The three men take their respective seats but all three women cram into a toilet together and close the door.

Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket, please." The door opens just a crack, and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.

The men see this happen and agree it was quite a clever idea; so, after the game, they decide to do the same thing on the return trip and save some money.

When they get to the station they buy a single ticket for the return trip but see, to their astonishment, that the three women don't buy any ticket at all!!

"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed man.

"Watch and learn," answer the women.

When they board the train, the three men cram themselves into a toilet, and the three women cram into another toilet just down the way.

Shortly after the train is on its way, one of the women leaves her toilet and walks over to the toilet in which the men are hiding.

The woman knocks on their door and says, "Ticket, please."….

(Know the rest I know you can figure out)

(This one is a stupid criminal trick)

Dear Tide:

I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all through my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my fifties, I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to berate me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck.

One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with a lot of his blood on my white blouse. I tried to get the stain out using a bargain detergent, but it just wouldn't come out. After a quick trip to the supermarket, I purchased a bottle of liquid Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out!

In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I would no longer be considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband. What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having such a great product.

Well, gotta go. I have to write a letter to the Hefty bag people.

Here's one for you...

There was a florist in a certain town, whose business was threatened by a nearby monastery. The monastery had a huge garden, and the men of God supported themselves by growing and selling the flowers. People liked to support them, and the florist's business was going down the tubes.

He went and talked to the monks, and they were sympathetic to his plight, but they had no other way to support themselves, either, so they kept selling their flowers.

He sent his mother over to talk to them, and she couldn't persuade them to stop, either.

Finally he sent the village tough, Hugh McTaggert, to "persuade" them to close their shop. One visit was all it took, and they decided to close their business. Which just goes to show that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars!

lol good one