Why did the girl fall off the swing?
...because she had no arms.
(I've heard it once and told it four times today and each time I've laughed so hard I almost pee'd myself.) (almost)
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I just got this text message on my cell!
Today is the day of the disabled. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend just as I have done. You hang in there sunshine, your fucking special!
HA! Let's see that Pug beat that one!
BTW - I have a family member who is mentally challenged - so please do not take this the wrong way :)
I took great offense to this joke. Just because a girl has no arms shouldn't make a difference! I would STILL invite her to swing.
The day is mine, Baron!
"The day is mine, Baron!"
I get the impression that you've waited a looooong time to use such a statement and have it be relevant.
Just sayin'. ;P
As for you, Ms. PG, if you ARE trying to cause me pain, I would prefer a paddle or a crop, thank you! :)
I heard the joke like this:
Why did the baby fall off the swing?
Because it was dead.
I loves me a good dead baby joke.
What's better than moving a pile of dead babies with a pitchfork?
Using a snow blower.
Why did the dead baby cross the road?
It was stapled to the chicken.
Baron: Well, holy hell! Thanks for the FYI. I had no idea!
P: Eh, get over yourself, Pug.
GG: I know! I thought it was Hee-larious!
Jay: Tell Mistress Party Girl, please.
Ph: OKay, that one's going in the long-term.
Limpy: that one's going to be told today.
How do you make a dead baby float?
Two scoops of ice cream and a dead baby.
This reminds me of the old joke: "A man walked into a bar... Ouch".
I'm ashamed to say it took me two years before I got it. Every time I heard the joke, I didn't get it. Then one day it hit me... like walking into a bar as it turns out.
I have no idea why I'm admitting this.
Ph: I'm ashamed to admit I laughed at that one.
Okay, I lied.
I'm not ashamed.
Nick: ah, the power of boobs. They;ll get a guy to admit to anything.
Pfft! HAHAHAHA! I am SO telling that one, today.
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