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Post by mrsvalden on Mar 23, 2008 23:49:34 GMT -5
I love them too. Check out the "Cute Critter Photos" thread. We've posted a gazillion of them there. Judy and I are obsessed with them!!! I love that little dog with the Pepsi!!
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Post by Allison on Mar 26, 2008 1:19:17 GMT -5
LOVE that little doxie with the Pepsi, how adorable!!!
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Post by redracyma on Mar 28, 2008 22:33:33 GMT -5
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Post by LPS NANA on Mar 28, 2008 23:17:00 GMT -5
Too Funny Amy. Thanks for making me laugh tonight I needed it.
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Post by mrs"e" on Mar 28, 2008 23:19:30 GMT -5
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Post by mysticrose29 on Mar 29, 2008 2:56:34 GMT -5
Haha, Chinwawa.. great! Just great!
Yeah, I'm totally addicted to LOLcatz & LOLdogz too... I spend like 1-2 hrs a day on that site! LOL!!!
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Post by Ribbedebie on Mar 29, 2008 15:21:00 GMT -5
This ones are just a bit silly: This was edited from a garfield comic. I did not make it though. XD Its completely random and silly. Based upon the most weird way how Mario says 'no' in the game Hotel Mario. XD
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Post by Anna on Mar 29, 2008 17:19:19 GMT -5
You guys HAVE to see this. It will get stuck in your head all day. It's actually a real song, with an anime/manga cartoon called Fruits Basket. PLEASE watch, lol, it never ends!
leekspin.com
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Post by mrsvalden on Apr 2, 2008 10:44:08 GMT -5
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait h as been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance".
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what yo u discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail .
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around you r neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled ;tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT . It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never t ouched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women st ill waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
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Post by Allison on Apr 2, 2008 11:48:32 GMT -5
Haha, Carol, that is great, and SO true!!!
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Post by mysticrose29 on Apr 2, 2008 13:02:52 GMT -5
I've seen this one before and LOVED it! Haha, almost better reading it the 2nd time!
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Post by Little Pet Crazy on Apr 7, 2008 16:42:08 GMT -5
I got this one from my MIL. My goodness...
Next time you use a pair of rubber gloves, you're going to smile when you think of this:
A dentist noticed that his next patient, a little old lady, was nervous so he decided to tell her a little joke as he put on his gloves.
'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.
'No, I don't,' she replied . 'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.' She didn't crack a smile.
'Oh, well. I tried,' he thought. But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
'What's so funny?' he asked
'I was just envisioning how condoms are made!' Gotta watch those little old ladies! Their minds are always working!
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Post by Anna on Apr 7, 2008 18:15:56 GMT -5
Hahahah, LPC. Can't trust those little old ladies!
Carol, SO true! ^^ I can almost imagine that position, seems like one I would be in.
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Post by Allison on Apr 7, 2008 19:07:28 GMT -5
Edit: Ever hear the Big Mac Rap? My girls know this one by memory. Lots of people have posted videos of doing this rap at drive-thrus. But this is the original: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhlUVyDBusgI LOVE this one, it cracks me up every time!!!
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Post by Allison on Apr 9, 2008 17:44:17 GMT -5
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