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late night comedy...

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mnoeky
Aug 14, 2002
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Stepford
One Christmas Eve a frenzy young man ran into a pet store looking for an
unusual gift for his wife. The shop owner suggested a parrot named Chet
who could sing famous Christmas carols. This seemed like the perfect
gift for his wife.

"How do I get him to sing," the young man asked excitedly.

"Simply hold a match underneath his feet," said the shop owner. The shop
owner then held a lighted match underneath Chet's left foot and he then
began to sing "Jingle Bells."

The young man was so excited he asked, "What would he sing if you held a
match under his right foot?"

The shop owner then lit a match and held it under Chet's right foot and
he started to sing "Silent Night, Holy Night." The young man was so
impressed he paid the shopkeeper and ran home as quick as he could with
Chet under his arms.

When the wife saw her gift she was so overwhelmed. "How beautiful!",
she exclaimed. "Can he talk?"

"No," the young man replied, "but he can sing. I'll show you." So the
young man whipped out his lighter and then held it under Chet's left
foot as the shopkeeper had showed him. Immediately Chet began to sing
"Jingle Bells." The man then moved the lighter underneath Chet's right
foot and right away out came "Silent Night, Holy Night."

The wife's face then filled with curiosity, then asked, "What if we hold
the lighter in the middle, under both feet?"

The young man didn't know. "Let's try it," he answered eagerly to
please his wife. So they held the lighter between Chet's legs. Chet
twisted his face and then cleared his throat, the little parrot then
sang out loudly,




(like it was the performance of his life),













"Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire....."
 

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mnoeky
Aug 14, 2002
553
0
Stepford
thank you ladies and gentlemen, tip your waitresses, try the veal.

act two from me (and the moderator assasination of my ridemonkey career)

I debut the The New MasterCard Commercial (yes, another forward)

While she was "flying" down the road yesterday (10 miles over the limit), a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side lying in wait. The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked,
"What's your hurry?"

To which she replied, "I'm late for work."

"Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?"

"I'm a rectum stretcher," she responded.

The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a rectum stretcher do?"

"Well," she said, "I start by inserting one finger, then work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in. I work from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely stretch, until it's about 6 feet wide."

"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot a-hole?" he asked.

"You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge..."



Traffic Ticket $95.00

Court Costs. $45.00

The Look on Cop's Face............... PRICELESS