Thursday, June 12, 2008

Booballon

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

No. It's NOT the same name...He was Cleaver not Cleavage....Besides, if it was Beaver Cleavage you have to continue south a little.

Anonymous said...

"I may be just a sack of silicone, but at least I don't flap in the wind like you."

Chuck from Tacoma said...

Well let's just spend the week-end in Tacoma and see which ones Chuck prefers.

Anonymous said...

Damnit - they would bring us to a Brokeback Mountain rodeo. No matter how much of us is hanging out no one is looking.

Anonymous said...

And then he says:
"Ma'am, would you please cover them thangs up - Yore spookin' the livestock."

Anonymous said...

The Widow and the Ranch Hand
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.

She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.
Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels.'
The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.
One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her. 'Unbutton my blouse and take it off,' she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. 'Now take off my boots.' He did as she asked, ever so slowly. 'Now take off my socks.'
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. 'Now take off my skirt.' He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.
'Now take off my bra.' Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.
Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'
RAK

Anonymous said...

Those things are always speaking to me, nothing new there. That's just the first time I saw a comic strip-style balloon.


p.s. How damn many letters does word verification need? I have to type half the frickin' random alphabet! 4 letters is plenty!

Annoyed White Male

Anonymous said...

For a second I thought I was at EXPELLED...

skegatz

Anonymous said...

That's funny, RAK.

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