Whiskey Speech

The speech was delivered on the floor of the MS state Legislature in the 1950's by then state Representative Judge Noah S. "Soggy" Sweat and re-read recently on the floor of that same body.

A great example of political doublespeak, Soggy wrote it to address the controversial topic of whiskey-- at the time, banned in that state, yet plentiful. Whether you are a lover of history, the grand tradition of whiskey, or just in need of a laugh, enjoy the Whiskey Speech.

Pets

TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:
 
(1) They live here.. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.
 
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't smoke or drink,
(7) don't want to wear your clothes,
(8) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(9) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(10) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children
 

Old Golfer

A crusty old golfer comes in from a round of golf at a new course and heads into the grill room. As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:

COLD BEER: $2.00
HAMBURGER: $2.25
CHEESEBURGER: $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00

Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the old golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled golfers.

She glides down behind the bar to the old golfer.

"Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "May I help you?"

The old golfer leans over the bar an whispers, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers, "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"

She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs, "Yes Sir, I sure am."

The old golfer leans closer and into her left ear says softly, "Well, wash your hands real good, because I want a cheeseburger."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Married too long

A man wakes up in the hospital bandaged from head to foot. The doctor
comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now you
probably won't remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the
freeway. You're going to be ok, you'll walk again and everything, but
your penis was severed in the accident and we couldn't find it." The
man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You've got $9000 in insurance
compensation coming and we now have the technology to build a new
penis. They work great but they don't come cheap. It's roughly $1000
an inch."

The man perks up. "So," the doctor says, "You must decide how many
inches you want. But I understand that you have been married for over
thirty years and this is something you should discuss with your wife.
If you had a five incher before and get a nine incher now she might be
a bit put out. If you had a nine incher before and you decide to only
invest in a five incher now, she might be disappointed.

It's important that she plays a role in helping you make a decision."

The man agrees to talk it over with his wife. The man comes back the
next day, "So, have you spoken with your wife?" asks the doctor.

"Yes I have," says the man.

" And has she helped you make a decision?"

"Yes" says the man.

"What is your decision?" asks the doctor.

"We're getting granite countertops."

Good Driver

There was this guy sitting on a park bench muttering to himself and spitting. He would mutter, then spit, mutter, then spit, he would say, "Damn, that son of a bitch can drive", then spit, "Damn, that son of a bitch can drive", then spit, "Damn that son of a bitch can drive", then spit.

A man sits down next to him and asks him, "What's going on here? You keep saying, 'Damn that son of a bitch can drive', then you spit".

"Well", says the guy, "My friend just got a brand new sports car, so he calls me and asks me if I want to go for a ride. So I say sure, why not?

He picks me up and we drive up to the mountains. After we have lunch, we start back down the mountain and his brakes go out!!  He's pumping the pedal, and nothing!! So now we're picking up speed and the road is all twisty and curvy.

We're going faster and faster and it's hard to stay on the road. I've got my fingers embedded in the dashboard, and I'm pleading with him to do something!!

We're going about 90 mph now, with a sheer cliff on our right, a 500 foot drop on the other side, an 18 wheeler right on our ass, and an overturned motor home right in front of us. Well, I figure this is it!  I just knew we were gonna die!  So I turn to him and said... 'Buddy, if you can get us outta this, I'll give you
the best damn blow job you've ever had!'"

He paused. Then spit. "DAMN, THAT SON OF A BITCH CAN **DRIVE**!!"

Happy hour in the jungle

This is a video from a French documentary about Africa .  You may not understand a word, but the video is a hoot - especially the monkeys!  There are trees that grow in Africa which, once a year, produce very juicy fruits that contain a large percentage of alcohol.  Because there is a shortage of water, as soon as the fruits are ripe, the animals, big and small, belly up to the bar.

What happens next? You can watch for yourselves:

Happy hour in the jungle

Special needs prayer

A preacher said, "Anyone with 'special needs' who wants to be prayed over, please come forward to the front by the altar."

With that, Leroy got in line, and when it was his turn, the Preacher asked, "Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you?" 

Leroy replied, "Preacher, I need you to pray for help with my hearing." 

The preacher put one finger of one hand in Leroy's ear, placed his other hand on top of Leroy's head, and then  prayed and prayed and prayed.  He prayed a "blue streak" for Leroy, and the whole congregation joined in with great enthusiasm.

After a few minutes, the preacher removed his hands, stood back and asked, "Leroy, how is your hearing now?"

Leroy answered, "I don't know.  It ain't 'til next week."

Retired husband's point of view

An article from a near-by newspaper....

ADVICE FROM A RETIRED HUSBAND:

It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it
becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping
as when they were younger.. When you notice this, try not to yell at
them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an
oversensitive woman.

My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my
wife, Susie. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for
Susie to get a full-time job along with her part-time job, both for
extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after
she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I
usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home
from work.

Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to
rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at
her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she
gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at
the club so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some
home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as
soon as we finished eating but now it's not unusual for them to sit on
the table for several hours after dinner.

I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each
evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really
appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done
before she goes to bed.

Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.  For example she
will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly
bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or
worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch
it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so
much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then
wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact
is one of my strong points.

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest
periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished
mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her
to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade
and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for
herself, she may as well make one for me too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Susie.
I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men
will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows
better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However,
guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of
your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing
it was well worthwhile After all, we are put on this earth to help
each other.

Signed,
RON

EDITOR'S NOTE:
Ron died suddenly on February 7 of a perforated rectum.  The police
report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big Bertha
Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of
grip showing, and a sledge hammer laying nearby.  His wife Susie was
arrested and charged with murder.  The all-woman jury took only 10
minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron,
somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club


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