Probably how mine would do me....she would never leave me to be happy without her
B***hes 'til The End !!!
Man, I'll tell ya, women can be cold until the end!
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis.
They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.'
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?'
'Because I don't want any of those b***hes sleeping with your father after I'm gone..'
And THAT, my friends, is what is called,
'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones:
They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.
But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected.
Yea, i get a busy signal now and then too, weird being only a foot away and all
Weewillynobeerspilly wrote:
Probably how mine would do me....she would never leave me to be happy without her
B***hes 'til The End !!!
Man, I'll tell ya, women can be cold until the end!
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis.
They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.'
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?'
'Because I don't want any of those b***hes sleeping with your father after I'm gone..'
And THAT, my friends, is what is called,
'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones:
They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.
But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected.
Probably how mine would do me....she would never l... (
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Don't push the right button and you'll also be "Disconnected"
reconreb wrote:
Don't push the right button and you'll also be "Disconnected"
Disconnected with a balled up fist round here...wife grew up with 3 brothers, and whopped em all
i aint skeeered, just smart about it.
Weewillynobeerspilly wrote:
Yea, i get a busy signal now and then too, weird being only a foot away and all
Careful, Willy
That's within punching/slapping range.
slatten49 wrote:
Careful, Willy
That's within punching/slapping range.
Mine is a puncher slatt, good thing I'm about 13" taller.....and a hell of alot faster at running
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