(October 15, 2017 at 8:05 pm)Brian37 Wrote:Too bad i'm neither Roof nor an abortion clinic bomber. Its a fuckin joke you don't have to laugh if you don't like it, but please don't make an issue out of it muthafucka.(October 15, 2017 at 7:57 pm)Darinda Wrote: I was sitting at a long stoplight yesterday, minding my own business and
patiently waiting for it to turn green even though there was no on-coming
traffic. A carload of bearded, young, loud Muslims shouting Anti-American
slogans with a half-burned American Flag duct-taped on the trunk of their
car and a "Remember 9-11" slogan spray painted on the side was stopped next
to me.
Suddenly they yelled, "Allah Akbar! Praise Allah! Death to America" and
took off before the light changed.
Out of nowhere an 18-wheeler came speeding through the intersection and ran
directly over their car, crushing it completely and killing everyone in it.
For several minutes I sat in my car thinking to myself:
"Man.... that coulda been me!"
So today, bright and early, I went out and got a job as a truck driver.
You know what? Not funny.
If you had used ISIS instead and left truck drivers out of it, it could have been.
Would that same joke work for you if it were Roof, or an abortion clinic bomber who was Christian?
At the end of the tax year the IRS office sent an inspector to audit the books of a Synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, "I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?"
"Good question," noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles."
"Oh," replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way: "What about all these bread wafer purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"
"Ah, yes," replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. "We collect them and send them back to the manufacturer, and every now and then they send us a free box of bread-wafers."
"I see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi. "Well, Rabbi," he went on, "what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?"
"Here, too, we do not waste," answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save all the foreskins and send them to the tax office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick