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AR15.COM
4/23/2007 10:29:41 PM EDT
From another board:

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short  time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

Moral to this story : Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.


4/23/2007 11:07:54 PM EDT
[#1]
Two brothers hear that the draft is on and there is a shortage of dentist,so they both knock each others teeth out!
They get in line to see the draft doctor they are the last three in line,one get thirsty and jumps out of line to get a drink at the water cooler!   A fat guy gets in line between the two brothers!

The Doctor asks the first brother Whats wrong with you?  He says I aint gob No Teet,the doctor runs his fingers around in his mouth and says Your Out!

Then he asks the guy that got between the brothers ,whats wrong with you?

He says I got piles.the Doc says pull down your pants and bend over,he does the Doc runs his fingers up the guys ass and says Your Out!

He then looks at the other brother and says whats wrong with you?

He says Nothing Doc give me a rifle i'm a fitin smb of  bich!


Bob
4/23/2007 11:09:43 PM EDT
[#2]
Marriage???

No... its MAWWAGE!!!!
4/23/2007 11:09:58 PM EDT
[#3]
4/23/2007 11:13:14 PM EDT
[#4]
4/23/2007 11:38:42 PM EDT
[#5]

Quoted:
He says Nothing Doc give me a rifle i'm a fitin smb of  bich!

Bob