There's a reason it's called "Girls Gone Wild" and not "Women Gone Wild".

When girls go wild they flash their tits.

When women go wild they stab their husbands and drown their kids in the bath.

I tried catching the fog.

I mist.

Every loaf of bread is a tragic tale of a group of grains that could have become beer, but didn't.

(March 12, 2021 at 7:54 am)The Valkyrie Wrote: Every loaf of bread is a tragic tale of a group of grains that could have become beer, but didn't.

And beer the tragic waste of grain that could have become vodka....

My neighbour had new turf laid out around his house. He spent a fortune on it.

Overnight it was stolen.

Now he's wandering around looking forlorn.

(March 12, 2021 at 9:15 am)The Valkyrie Wrote: My neighbour had new turf laid out around his house. He spent a fortune on it.

Overnight it was stolen.

Now he's wandering around looking forlorn.

He became a conspiracy theorist, and kept looking for the "third man on the grassy no. " <-----and for those concerned, I changed knoll to no because there was no grass as in that it was stolen.

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Would it surprise anyone if someone in South Dakota had a plumber's company called "Flushmore"?

(March 12, 2021 at 8:37 am)onlinebiker Wrote:

(March 12, 2021 at 7:54 am)The Valkyrie Wrote: Every loaf of bread is a tragic tale of a group of grains that could have become beer, but didn't.

And beer the tragic waste of grain that could have become vodka....

nay, whisky

(March 11, 2021 at 7:55 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: There's a reason it's called "Girls Gone Wild" and not "Women Gone Wild".

When girls go wild they flash their tits.

When women go wild they stab their husbands and drown their kids in the bath.

If I've said it once, I've said it a million times...

...you are one sick fuck.



And I love it.

A teacher told her class to ask their parents for a family story with a moral at the end of it, and to return the next day to tell their stories.

In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example first, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump in the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the eggs broke. The moral of the story is not to put all your eggs in one basket."

"Very good," said the teacher.

Next, Mary said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got ten chicks. The moral of this story is not to count your chickens before they're hatched."

"Very good," said the teacher again, very pleased with the responses so far.

Next it was Dave's turn to tell his story: "My dad told me this story about my Aunt Karen.... Aunt Karen was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete."

"Go on," said the teacher, intrigued.

"Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to prepare herself. Then she landed right in the middle of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete 'til the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What did your father say was the moral of that frightening story?"

"Stay away from Aunt Karen when she's been drinking..."