http://weblog.burningbird.net/2006/01/12/the-joke-is/

ROTFLMAO!!!!

weblog.burningbird.net/2006/01/12/the-joke-is/

Made hot so it will be easier to get to.

not so much

so how do you keep a idiot in suspence ill tell ya tommrow.

*rinse wash repeat*

2 clicks.

me too...2 clicks and I got tired, and realized you were greenin me.

I'm blonde and I caught on to the joke in microseconds.



Eric The(AstuteAndCute)Hun

One word...

Stupid

                 

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It was OK

Quoted: http://weblog.burningbird.net/2006/01/12/the-joke-is/ ROTFLMAO!!!!

Pretty lame...

only 2 clicks....of course being on dial-up helped

23 clicks......I'll get back to it later.

THE BLONDE AND THE LORD

A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject and
finally getting all the necessary tools together, she headed for the ice.

After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in
the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of
cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heaven the
voice bellowed,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of  the
ice.  She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.

The voice came once more,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

She stopped, looked skyward, and said,

"IS THAT YOU LORD?"

The voice replied,

"NO..................................THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY
RINK."

Quoted: THE BLONDE AND THE LORD A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she headed for the ice. After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE." Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heaven the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE." The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of  the ice.  She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole. The voice came once more, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE." She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "IS THAT YOU LORD?" The voice replied, "NO..................................THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK."