tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48109113222812515222012-02-16T14:03:55.248-08:00Gheckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041781577006746140noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810911322281251522.post-76965904384630977382008-10-30T02:39:00.000-07:002008-10-30T02:40:28.669-07:00I like this one<br /><br />The difference between having Guts and having Balls...<br /><br />Guts is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"<br /><br />Balls is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810911322281251522-7696590438463097738?l=arnun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gheckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041781577006746140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810911322281251522.post-91990877314565019302008-10-30T02:37:00.000-07:002008-10-30T02:39:38.196-07:00Guess Who?<br /><br />A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing "Love" stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them. His curiosity gets the better of him and he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he's doing.<br />"I'm sending out 1,000 Valentine's Day cards signed, 'Guess who?'"<br />"But why?" asks the man.<br />"I'm a divorce lawyer."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810911322281251522-9199087731456501930?l=arnun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gheckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041781577006746140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810911322281251522.post-68392822736208430572008-10-14T05:54:00.000-07:002008-10-30T02:37:52.619-07:00Swimming Poo-l<br />Woo and yay for bad puns...ahem<br />Yeah anyways at the grand old age of 6 it was a fine and dandy idea of my parents to send me to swimming lessons. So swim away we did, us little barely potty trained ones.<br />One day, to our petite bemusement, we were all rushed out of the pool, along with everyone else. Turned out the lifeguards thought they had seen a drowned baby in the corner of the pool. So in they went with nets and swimmers.<br />How we chortled when the lifeguards fished a large turd out of the water. This was no normal turd, this was a big old baby sized turd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810911322281251522-6839282273620843057?l=arnun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gheckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041781577006746140noreply@blogger.com0