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Date: 10 Sep 2006 12:49:24
From: Wheat
Subject: More Beer Humor
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A young punker gets on the cross-town bus. He's got spiked multicolored hair
thats green, purple, and orange. His clothes are a tattered mix of leather
rags. His legs are bare and he's without shoes. His entire face and body are
riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big, bright feathers.
He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who
just glares at him for the next ten minutes. Finally, the punk gets
self-conscious and barks at the old man, "What are you looking at, you old
fart? Didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?"
Without missing a beat, the old man replies, "Yeah. Back when I was in young
and in the Navy, I got really drunk one night in Singapore and had sex with
a parrot... I thought maybe you were my son."
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Date: 10 Sep 2006 17:23:23
From: Tom Biasi
Subject: Re: More Beer Humor
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"Wheat" <kotosho@netscape.net > wrote in message
news:8tSdnfiTOdfc8ZnYnZ2dnUVZ_oSdnZ2d@comcast.com...
>A young punker gets on the cross-town bus. He's got spiked multicolored
>hair thats green, purple, and orange. His clothes are a tattered mix of
>leather rags. His legs are bare and he's without shoes. His entire face and
>body are riddled with pierced jewelry and his earrings are big, bright
>feathers.
> He sits down in the only vacant seat, directly across from an old man who
> just glares at him for the next ten minutes. Finally, the punk gets
> self-conscious and barks at the old man, "What are you looking at, you old
> fart? Didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?"
>
> Without missing a beat, the old man replies, "Yeah. Back when I was in
> young and in the Navy, I got really drunk one night in Singapore and had
> sex with a parrot... I thought maybe you were my son."
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>
Got a chuckle out of that one.
I teach in a technical high school with several artistic disciplines. It
seems that the artists type are inclined to dress like the young man in your
story.
We have a dress code but it address safety and disruption not freedom of
expression. I can tolerate the hair, clothes, tattoos but the piercings
drive me crazy.
Eyebrows, lips, 52 rings on one ear really freak me out. The worst is a
tongue stud. I guess I'm the old fart across the seat.
Tom
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Date: 10 Sep 2006 15:06:28
From: Wheat
Subject: Re: More Beer Humor
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Two Texans were seated at the end of a bar when a young lady seated a few
stools up began to choke on a piece of hamburger. She was turning blue and
obviously in serious respiratory distress. One said to the other "That there
gal is having a bad time!"
The other agreed and said, "Think we should go help?"
"You bet," said the first, and with that he ran over and asked, "Can you
breathe?" She shook her head no.
He said, "Can you speak?"
She again shook her head no. With that, he pulled up her skirt and licked
her on the butt. So shocked was the young woman that she coughed up the
obstruction and began to breathe, with great relief.
Back to his friend, he said "Funny how that hind lick maneuver always
works." <G >
Thanks to: realbeer.com
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