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Borek said:I don't recall any joke that was polished that long
Borek said:I don't recall any joke that was polished that long
Borek said:I don't recall any joke that was polished that long
Isaacsname said:What an odd co-inkydink, a friend sent this in my mail this morning..
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoqPMBEkp...AI0/N2W-s72E3RQ/s1600/20. Sand Paper Mask.jpg
WhoWee said:Son of Sand Paper or the Masked Finisher?
Isaacsname said:We can hope he'll deliver a smooth finish to this thread once and for all.
Isaacsname said:Masochists make scratch-n-sniff stickers out of sandpaper.
OldChap said:Sand paper you say... I thought it was a map of the Sahara
Isaacsname said:It also doubles as a grooming brush for your pet rock.
Isaacsname said:It also doubles as a grooming brush for your pet rock.
Isaacsname said:Balls - interesting observation.
1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL..
2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.
3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.
4 The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.
5 The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.
And...
6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.
THE AMAZING CONCLUSION:
The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.
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In Washington DC they must play with marbles,..apparently.
WhoWee said:Is an American football - really a ball?
(trying to keep the sand paper going)DaveC426913 said:It's a ball; it's just not a spherical ball.
Isaacsname said:" Brownies or Brittle Zanders ? "
Isaacsname said:In Washington DC they must play with marbles,..apparently.
DaveC426913 said::crickets chirping:
...I don't get it...
Isaacsname said:Hahahaha...this why I'm never taking you rattlesnake hunting.
I hid at least 10 gems in there, start with the phrase " orbital sanders " and go from there.
looool.
Lancelot59 said:LAAAAAAAAAME! So it fits in here perfectly I guess. That's actually nicely well hidden in there.
DaveC426913 said::crickets chirping:
...I don't get it...
Lancelot59 said:What's the integral of [tex]\frac{1}{cabin}[/tex]? It's not a log cabin, it's a houseboat. You forgot to add the C.
Isaacsname said:I'm sure everything will get clearer if you just go over it a few times..
Isaacsname said:Arnold Zander, an obscure 1930's Chicago baker, was facing a rough lawsuit from a rival competitor concerning the name of a cookie, Pecan Sandies. He was really stuck on the cookie as it was a top seller, so he decided to cave in and rename it. He went back and forth in his mind,... and forth and back some more,... quartz of sweat literally poured from his brow...as he discarded mental inclusions in search of clarity...
"... Hhhmmmm ...crunchy crumblies ?...naaah...crispie snappers ?...no...hmmm...Zander's Crumbles ..?...maybe...wait,.. "
" I've got it ! "..." Brittle Zanders " he whispers to himself smoothly with a glint in his eye.
A few weeks go by, business is brisk, friction with the rival was gone, things were almost too good, as Arnold hardly had time to close up shop and get to his son's school in time to pick him up.
He's ready to rush out the door in a mad dash, when his old friend Ed comes running up frantically.
" Oh man, I am so glad to see you, my kid's throwing a tantrum, I left him in the car around the corner, you got anything left ? "
Arnold, reluctantly, steps aside as Ed runs in and tugs the lightcord.
" Hey neato, is that some sort of fancy Chinese rope or something ? "
" No, it's abraided my kid made it in school, can you hurry up ? "
Ed runs over to the cookie case.
" Brownies and cookies ? Aw man...That's all you got left ? "
" Look ", says Arnold, " I don't have all day man, I got to pick up my kid too. "
" Now, make up your mind, what do you want ? "
" Brownies orbital sanders? "
FlexGunship said:Knock knock!