Subject: The
Sunday Morning Laughs #574
Date: 2/3/2008
"Men show their characters in nothing
more clearly than in what
they think laughable." Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
The best jokes I receive each week
are from you folks.
If you get a good joke please pass
it on to me, I enjoy
a good laugh and it cut down the
work. If you don't get
you Sunday Laughs, or want a back
issue, drop me a note.
Go to http://jokelibrary.net/a_joke_library.html
to read the great jokes you have
sent me through the years.
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Subj: Using
A Caulking Gun Correctly
From: tom on 1/13/2008
This Saturday Night Live skit
is cute. Click below
to view it.
http://jokelibrary.net/occupations/b_to_l/contr-caulk.html
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Subj: Redneck
Power Windows
From: rfslick on 1/15/2008
This 2,600 KB movie is too
cute to miss. Click below to see it.
http://jokelibrary.net/people/red/supp-windows.html
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Subj: Bizarro's
Comics On Lawyers
From: WashingtonPost on 1/16/2004
Source: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/artsandliving
/comics/king_bizarro.html?name=Bizarro
You can view this cute, strange,
comic strip on my web site
by clicking below.
http://jokelibrary.net/occupations/b_to_l/law1-air_bag.html
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Subj: Irish
Toasts And Blessings
From: smiles on 3/16/00
May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an
hour before the devil knows you're dead.
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
Used at Patricia Maureen Duvall's
funeral on June 5,2002
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
May the roof above us never fall in.
And may
the friends gathered below it never fall out.
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.
May you live to be a hundred years,
With one extra year to repent!
May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here's to your coffin!
May your coffin have six handles of finest silver!
May your
coffin be carried by six fair young maids!
And may your coffin be made of finest wood
from a 100-year-old tree,
that I'll go plant tomorrow!
From: RFSlick on 3/17/2003
May there always be work for
your hands to do;
May your purse always hold
a coin or two;
May the sun always shine
on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain
to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend
always be near you;
May God fill your heart with
gladness to cheer you.
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Subj: Last
Wish Before A Plane Crash
From: woneye on 4/9/2003
and From: ginafm on 1/12/2008
A passenger plane on a cross
the country trip runs into a
terrible storm. The
plane gets pounded by rain, hail, wind
and lightening. The
passengers are screaming. They are
sure the plane is going to
crash and they are all going to
die.
At the height of the storm,
a young woman jumps up and
exclaims, "I can't take this
anymore! I can't just sit
here and die like an animal,
strapped into a chair. If I
am going to die, let me die
feeling like a woman. Is there
anyone here man enough to
make me feel like a woman?"
A man stands up in the rear
of the plane. "I can make you
feel like a woman," he says.
He's gorgeous. Tall, built,
with flowing black hair and
jet black eyes, he starts to
walk slowly up the aisle,
unbuttoning his shirt one button
at a time. No one moves.
The woman is breathing heavily
in anticipation as the strange
man approaches.
He removes his shirt. Muscles
ripple across his chest as
he reaches her, and extends
the arm holding his shirt to
the trembling woman, and
whispers: "Iron this. Then get
me a beer."
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Subj: The
Golden Throne
From: Vegas Jokes Archive on 06/26/97
This missionary got sent to
evangelize among the Fuzzie
Wuzzies on Bongo Bongo but
was having little success. He
approached the King of the
Fuzzie Wuzzies to see what
would be necessary to engender
his cooperation. The King
had seen pictures of European
kings and queens sitting on
thrones, and he told the
missionary that he would have the
entire tribe convert if only
he could have a golden throne.
The missionary wrote home
to the Home Mission Board to tell
them of this marvelous opportunity;
could they please send
him a golden throne?
So they sent him one (okay, it wasn't
solid gold, but the King
liked it a lot), and the whole
tribe converted and the missionary
was a big success.
In his later years, however,
the King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies
got kind of arthritic and
decided that sitting on his hard
old golden throne was exacerbating
his aches and pains, so
he stashed the throne up
in the attic of his little grass
shack. Sure enough,
one day the throne came crashing
through the ceiling and squashed
the old King of the Fuzzie
Wuzzies.
Which only goes to show that
people who live in grass
houses shouldn't stow thrones.
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