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Subject: The Sunday Morning Laughs #573b
         Date: 1/27/2007

Subj:     Comic Of Republican Presidential Candidates
          From: danschu on 1/26/2008

 One of the few pleasures I get in a campaign year was stated 
 by Roger Ailes, "A presidential campaign is about cartoons". 
 Click below to view this campaign cartoon.


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Subj:     Sand Artist - Ilana Yahav
          From: LABLaughsClean on 1/7/2008
 Source: http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/movies1001.html

 This 4,100 KB movie titled "Love 2008" is quite pleasant 
 sand art done to music.  You can view it at the source 
 above, or on my web site by clicking below.


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Subj:     3M - Security Glass
          From: LABLaughsClean on 1/7/2008
 Source: http://www.lablaughs.com/clean_toon.php?id=C20071218

 This is a great advertisement for 3M-Security Glass. 
 Click below to view this picture.


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Subj:     Close Enough?????
          From: rfslick on 1/10/2008

 Pilot flies Up to back door of a C-130 for Photo Op. 
 Click below to see how close he was willing to fly 
 his jet in this five photo sequence.


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Subj:     A Man Who Loved Beans
          From: humorlist-digest V1 #222 on 97-10-15
      and From: rfslick on 1/11/2008

 Once upon a time there lived a man who had a terrible
 passion for baked beans.  He loved them, he adored them,
 he yearned for them.  But they always caused him a great
 deal of embarrassment shortly after eating them.  The
 reaction of his body to the beans was swift and terrible
 to behold.

 One day he met a girl and fell in love.  When it became
 apparent that they would marry, he realized she might be
 even more embarrassed and humiliated by his addiction to
 baked beans.  He decided to make the supreme sacrifice and
 give up his beloved baked beans.  A short time later they
 were married.

 Some months later, on his way home from work, his car
 broke down.  He was not too far from home so he decided to
 leave the car and walk the rest of the way.  He passed a
 small roadside cafe and decided to call his wife and tell
 her that he would be late for supper.  As he entered the
 cafe, the smell of baked beans over him.  After calling
 his wife he ordered a bowl of beans.  The beans tasted
 better than any he had ever eaten, so he had a second bowl
 and a third and a fourth until he passed gass.  Like a
 drunk who just fell off the wagon, he knew he was in
 trouble.  After leaving the cafe he walked home real

 The farts came often and with a terrible oder.  The
 closer to home, the frequency and forcefulness diminished
 greatly, and he felt reasonably safe.

 Just as he reached his home, however, he felt a great
 rumbling inside and was seized with a terrible urgency.
 As he waited just outside his front door to release one
 last effort, his wife threw open the door.  She excitedly
 exclaimed, "Darling, I have made the most wonderful
 surprise dinner for you."  She blindfolded him and led him
 to his chair at the head of the table.  Just as she was
 ready to remove the blindfold, the phone rang.  She made
 him promise not to peek until she returned and went to
 answer the phone.

 When she had gone, he seized the opportunity, shifted his
 weight to one leg and loudly broke wind.  It was not only
 loud, but as ripe as a rotten egg.  He had a hard time
 breathing, so he took his napkin and began to fan the air
 about him.  He just started feeling better when he felt
 another urge.  He again raised one leg and let her rip.
 It sounded like a tuba and smelled so bad that he started
 gagging.  He fanned until his arms ached.  Things had just
 about returned to normal when he felt another powerful
 urge.  He shifted his weight to the other leg and let go.
 This was the prize-winner.  The windows rattled, the
 dishes on the table shook and a minute later the flowers
 on the table were dead.

 While keeping one ear on the conversation in the hallway,
 he continued like this for the next 15 or 20 minutes,
 fanning away each time with his napkin.  When the sounds
 of farewells indicated the end of the telephone conver-
 sation, he neatly laid his napkin in his lap and folded
 his hands on top of it.  Smiling contentedly, he was the
 picture of innocence when his wife returned to the room.

 Apologizing for talking so long, she asked if he had
 peeked.  After assuring her that he had not, she removed
 the blindfold, revealing the dinner guests seated around
 the table for his surprise birthday party!

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Subj:     Paolo The Carpenter
          From: Bartender at SmartBar 1996
      and From: tom on 1/7/2008

 I met this Italian guy while vacationing a while back, we
 got to talking, then to drinking, and he starts to tell me
 his story.  "My name is Paolo, I am the finest of carpenters,
 but do they call me Paolo the carpenter?  NO!  I have built
 fine benches which grace the best parks in Italy, but do
 they call me Paolo the bench builder?  NO!

 I have built houses that will last generations, but do they
 call me Paolo the house builder?  NO!  But I fuck one pig
 and ...

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Subj:     Short Jokes That Made Me Laugh Or Smile

From: LABLaughsClean on 1/7/2008

 "Education consists mainly in what we have unlearned."
    -- Mark Twain
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