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Uncle Jack
Well-known member
Vegans are laughing all the way to the bank at the moment.
Just to destigmatize veganism a little bit, many of the great warriors of the past were mostly vegetarian.
At least that is what Mike Tyson said, and I am not game to argue.
(game) get it?
Any pot smoker should resent being stigmatised yet we have a tendency to indulge in it ourselves at times.
Ironic really.
(Iron)ic, get it?
Just to destigmatize veganism a little bit, many of the great warriors of the past were mostly vegetarian.
At least that is what Mike Tyson said, and I am not game to argue.
(game) get it?
Any pot smoker should resent being stigmatised yet we have a tendency to indulge in it ourselves at times.
Ironic really.
(Iron)ic, get it?
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longball
'21, '23 COE Winner
A man walks into his bedroom and sees his wife packing a suitcase. He asks, "What are you doing?"
She answers, "I'm moving to Nevada. I heard prostitutes there get paid $400 for doing what I do for you for free."
Later that night, on her way out, the wife walks into the bedroom and sees her husband packing his suitcase.
When she asks him where he's going, he replies, "I'm coming, too...
I want to see how you live on $800 a year".
She answers, "I'm moving to Nevada. I heard prostitutes there get paid $400 for doing what I do for you for free."
Later that night, on her way out, the wife walks into the bedroom and sees her husband packing his suitcase.
When she asks him where he's going, he replies, "I'm coming, too...
I want to see how you live on $800 a year".
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Uncle Jack
Well-known member
longball
'21, '23 COE Winner
Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Becky my darling" he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"
"I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "Just rest, and let the poison work."
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Becky my darling" he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"
"I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "Just rest, and let the poison work."
