Post Whoring Newbie Thread
“It is not the function of the government to keep the citizen from falling into error; it is the function of the citizen to keep the government from falling into error.”
—Justice Robert H. Jackson
—Justice Robert H. Jackson
I believe that one un named newly ellected political official may be a "terrorist" .. he is scaring the **** out of me and a large # of our population!... and by definition, doesnt THAT make him a terrorist?
A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated.
As he examined the body of a Mr. Cleveland, who was about to be cremated, he noticed the size of his manhood.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cleveland", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity."
With that, the mortician used his tools to remove the dead man's private bit. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.
The first person he showed it to was his wife.
"I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.
"Oh my God!" the wife screamed. "Cleveland is dead!"
As he examined the body of a Mr. Cleveland, who was about to be cremated, he noticed the size of his manhood.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cleveland", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity."
With that, the mortician used his tools to remove the dead man's private bit. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.
The first person he showed it to was his wife.
"I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.
"Oh my God!" the wife screamed. "Cleveland is dead!"
A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated.
As he examined the body of a Mr. Cleveland, who was about to be cremated, he noticed the size of his manhood.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cleveland", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity."
With that, the mortician used his tools to remove the dead man's private bit. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.
The first person he showed it to was his wife.
"I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.
"Oh my God!" the wife screamed. "Cleveland is dead!"
As he examined the body of a Mr. Cleveland, who was about to be cremated, he noticed the size of his manhood.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cleveland", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity."
With that, the mortician used his tools to remove the dead man's private bit. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.
The first person he showed it to was his wife.
"I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.
"Oh my God!" the wife screamed. "Cleveland is dead!"
Don't get too jealous Randy, the ranch does not belong to me. It belongs to one of my good friends. It is located on 4,800 acres in Freer, Tx, complete with a super nice ranch house and thousands of deer and exotic game.
Holy cow, I would do the same thing, screw the bucks, I'd rather have the meat! LOL....boy, that sounded a little scurry...