Does a postman deliver his own mail ?
6 Jan 07
The Poor Camel Load The new Marine Captain was cassigned to a recon company in a remote post in the desert. During his first inspection, he noticed a camel hitched up behind the mess tent. He asks the First Sergeant why the camel is kept there. "Well, sir," is the nervous reply, "as you know, there are 250 men here and no women. And sir, sometimes the men have ... m-m-m.... urges. That's why we have the camel, sir." The Captain says, "I can't say that I condone this, but I understand about urges, so the camel can stay." About a month later, the Captain starts having a real problem with his own urges. Crazy with pcassion, he asks the First Sergeant to bring the camel to his tent. Putting a stool behind the camel, the Captain stands on it, pulls down his pants, and has wild, insane daxe with the camel. When he is done, he asks the First Sergeant, "Is that how the men do it?" "Uh, no sir," the First Sergeant replies. "They usually just ride the camel into town where the girls are."
6 Jan 07
Obsession Load After a daxeual harcassment incident at work, Frank is sent to a Psychiatrist for evaluation. The Doctor explains that he'll be showing Frank a series of inkblot images called Rorschach Inkblots. Doctor: "Now Frank as I reveal each image tell me the first thing that comes to mind okay." Frank: "Sure, I got it." The doctor shows the first pattern. Doctor: "What do you see?" Frank: "A women with really big tcits." Next image. Frank: "A man and a women screwing." Next image Frank: "A women performing oral daxe on a guy." The doctor puts down the images and says, "Frank you seem to have an obsession with daxe." Frank: "Me! Hell Doc, you're the one with all the dirty pictures."
6 Jan 07
Paranoia Load "I'm worried that I'm losing my wife's love," the husband told the counselor. "Has she started to neglect you?" "Not at all," the dejected man replied. "She meets me at the door with a cold drink and a warm kiss. My shirts are always ironed, she's a great cook, the house is always neat, she keeps the kids out of my hair. She lets me choose the television shows we watch and she never objects to daxe or says she has a headache." "So what's the problem?" "Maybe I'm just being too sensitive," the husband ventured, "but at night, when she thinks I'm sleeping, she puts her lips close to my ear and whispers, 'Die! You son of a aaaa, die!'"