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Erotic Correction

Sally Jo taught erotic correction.
She told her student to get an erection.
"Put your dick in my mouth.
Move it north, move it south
Now, you're getting a sense of direction!"

Her instructions were very explicit,
and more than a little illicit:
"Please fill up my cunny
with fresh clover honey,
and butter my buns like a biscuit."

"Then wrap me up nice in a blanket,
and I'll sit on your staff while you crank it.
I'll put on some feathers,
and laces and leathers,
and wiggle my ass while you spank it."

"Now that your fingers are stinky,
tie me up in some chains that are clinky.
Bring in some goats and a sheik.
Then give my big titties a tweak
and now, we can start getting kinky!"

"Forget what the chain and the whip meant.
Just get the straps and the slings and a shipment
of high grade Vaseline,
and a strong trampoline,
and all of the other equipment!"

"Now, when we get all the bedsprings a drummin',
that's when I'll start in a hummin',
then quickly, my dear,
put it into my ear,
so I'll hear the sound of it comin'!"

"I don't know how much this is costing,"
said her student, still covered with frosting.
"But I can say with affinity
that I've lost my virginity.
Quite frankly, my dear, you're exhausting!"

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The Russian couples sex life was terrible, so they went out and bought a
black market copy of a sex manual. A week later, the man said to the
women, "Honey, I want to eat your pussy like it says in the book, but it
smells so bad. Why don't you go out and buy some of that feminine
deodorant spray?"

She agreed. An hour later, she returned, all excited. "You should see
the flavors they have," she told her husband. "Strawberry, cherry,
banana ...."

"What did you get?" he interrupted.

"Tuna," she replied.
 
SENIOR CITIZENS ARE THE NATIONS LEADING CARRIERS OF AIDS!

HEARING AIDS
BAND AIDS
ROLL AIDS
WALKING AIDS
MEDICAL AIDS
GOVERNMENT AIDS
MOST OF ALL, MONETARY AID TO THEIR KIDS!

THE GOLDEN YEARS HAVE COME AT LAST - I CANNOT SEE,
I CANNOT PEE, I CANNOT CHEW, I CANNOT SCREW.
MY MEMORY SHRINKS - MY HEARING STINKS - NO SENSE OF SMELL -
I LOOK LIKE HELL! MY BODY IS DROOPING - GOT TROUBLE POOPING.
THE GOLDEN YEARS HAVE COME AT LAST - THE GOLDEN YEARS CAN KISS MY ASS!!

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Once upon a time there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided not to
fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold that

he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time ice began to form
on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow
passed by and crapped on the little sparrow.
The sparrow thought it was the end. But the manure warmed him and
defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to
sing.
Just then a large cat came by and, hearing the chirping, investigated
the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird,
and promptly ate him.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY
1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2) Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your
friend.
3) And if you're warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth
shut.

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A Polack who'd recently come to the United States walked into a bar
one day carrying a pistol, a bag of shit, and a dead cat. He asked the
bartender for a shot of rye. He downed the whiskey, picked up the
pistol, and fired three shots into the bag of shit. Then he picked up
the dead cat and started gnawing.
The bartender asked the Polack what the hell he thought he was doing.
I want to be like American man," the Polack said. "Drink whiskey,
shoot the shit, and eat pussy."
 
X-rated Christmas Carols

*I'm Dreaming of a Great Blow Job

*Little Hummer Boy

*A Lay In A Manger

*Let Her Blow, Let Her Blow, Let Her Blow

*The First Time With Noelle

*Oh, Cum All Ye Faithful

*I Came Upon A Midnight Queer

*Jingle Bell Fuck

*Here Cums Santa Claus

*Frostie The Frigid Bitch I Married

*I'm Creaming On A White Christmas

*That Lying, Cheating Bastard's Nuts Roasting on an Open Fire

*You Boff The Red-nosed Vain Queer

*Oh, Hole-y Night

*Santa Claus Is Cumming, You Clown

*Frosty the Blow Man

*Jiggle My Balls

*I Don't Fear You Have Aids

*The Twelve Steps to a Sober Christmas

*Oh, Watch Me Pee

*I Came All Over Her Rounded Buttocks

*I Saw Mommy Giving Santa Head

*Santa's Cock Is 12 Inches Long

*Jingle Bell Rock, Suck My Cock

*Do You See My Pee-Pee?

*We Three Queens and a Vaseline Jar

*Deck My Balls with Clamps and Leather

*Bark! The Hairy Anal Thing

*I Came Upon a Midget's Rear

*Pumpin' Away in a Manger

*Santa Claus is Coming All Over Town

*Deck My Balls with Brows of Holly

*O Cum, Gobby Facefuls

*I Came Upon Your Midriff, Dear

*Dick the Ho's with KY jelly


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Woman: My ex was such a Scrooge at Christmas.
Friend: Some men are like that.
Woman: Yeah? The closest he ever got to giving me a gift was the time he put a bow on the head of his dick and said,
"Hey, Cunt! C'mere and suck this package!
 
Dear Santa - LITTLE JOHNNY

Dear Santa,

You must be surprised that I'm writing to you today, the 26th of
December. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things
that have occurred since the beginning of the month when, filled
with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an
electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football
uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only
was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the
whole school!

I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire
neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my
brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on
errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was
virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.

What balls do you have leaving me a f**king yo-yo, a stupid
whistle and a pair of socks! What the f**k were you thinking,
you fat son of a bitch, that you've taken me for a sucker the
whole f**king year to come out with some shit like this under the
tree. As if you hadn't f**ked me enough,you gave that little
faggot across the street so many toys that he can't even walk into
his house.

Please don't let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my
chimney next year. I'll f**k you up! I'll throw rocks at those
stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to WALK back
to the f**king North Pole, just like what I have to do now since
you didn't get me that f**king bike.

F**K YOU SANTA! Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you
FAT SOB.

Sincerely,
Little Johnny
 
A man goes to his doctor for an annual check up.

The doctor says "I'll need you to come back tomorrow with a urine sample, a poo sample and a sperm sample".

The man replies "Right so doctor, I'll bring'em by tomorrow"

When he gets home his wife askes "Well what did he say ?"

The man replies "He needs me to bring in a pair of your underwear."

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WHY DON`T BLONDES LIKE ANAL SEX?
They don`t like their brains being screwed with.

Why did the blonde cross the road?
Never mind that, what was she doing out of the bedroom?

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We've been married a little over four years, and we just celebrated our
"Wooden" Anniversary. I asked her to give me a blow job and she
"wooden."

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I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather... Not
screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

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I overheard a friend telling his pal, "I can't break my wife of the
habit of staying up until 5 in the morning."
"What is she doing?" the pal asked.
"Waiting for me to get home."

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One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of
the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part
of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate
the building materials for his home.

She read, "...And so the pig went up to the man with the
wheelbarrow full of straw and said, 'Pardon me sir, but
may I have some of that straw to build my house?'"

The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you
think that man said?"

One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said
'Holy Shit! A talking pig!'"

The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.

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Two necrophiliacs are walking down the street when they pass a funeral home. One turns to the other and says:
"Hey, you wanna go in for a couple of cold ones?"
 
Santa's Response To Little Johnny's After Christmas Letter

Dear Johnny,

I know WHO you are,
and I KNOW where you live.
You little shit!
You can't talk to SANTA
like that and get away with it!

If you don't like the yo-yo, which is a classic toy,
by the way, then you can just
cram it up your little *$$!
As for the whistle you didn't care for --
I gotcha whistle right here!!!
Come blow on this!
And the socks...well, I figured
you are big enough to
be whacking off, and those sox
would have come in handy and been
handy to ... well, even you should get the picture!

And... that little "faggot" across the street,
you'll be happy to know that he's already
got pubic hair and his whang is
TWICE as long as yours.
Besides, his parents think YOU're the fag --
always moanin' and whinin'.

Don't worry about gathering up rocks
for my visit to your house next year,
'cause I ain't coming down
your chimney ever again.
If you find any pennies this year,
you had better stop and pick
them up, 'cause that's about all
you're going to get for Christmas.
Your mom and dad are going
to be killed in a car crash,
and you'll be stuck in an
orphanage before Thanksgiving.

Bad? You want BAD? I'll show you who's bad!

Affectionally, Adieu,
Santa

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Signs Santa Doesn't Like Your Kid..



10. Kid's letter to north pole comes back stamped, Dream on,
Bucko!

9. Kid asks for new bike, gets pack of smokes.

8. Along with presents, Santa leaves hefty bill for shipping and
handling.

7. By the time he gets to your house, all he has left is foam packing.

6. Christmas day, your kid wakes up with a Reindeer head in his
bed.

5. Instead of Naughty or Nice, Santa has him on the dork list.

4. Sends him off on one of them Carnival Cruises with Kathie Lee.

3. First words when kid gets on his lap are, Touch my beard and I'll
put the hurt on you.

2. Labels on all your kid's toys read Straight from Craptown.

1. Four words: Off my lap, Tubby!
 
Q. What do Prince Charles and a tampon have in common?
A. They are both stuck up cunts.

Girl: Do you believe in puppy love?
Boy: I tried it once, but their assholes are too small.

Q. What do you call a female copper who shaves her pubic hair?
A. Cuntstubble

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A female officer arrested a man for drunk driving. She tells the man,
"Sir, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held
against you."
The drunk replies, "Tits."

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Limerick humor:

Mary had a little shock
For men who wanted fanny
She made them grope her throbbing cock
coz Mary was a trannie

The cunt is a hole that never heals.
The more you rub it the better it feels
and all the soap from here to hell
can never get rid of that fuckin smell

There was a young man from Maricious
who said 'wow that shag was delicious
but the next time I cum
It’ll be up your bum
Coz that scab on ya cunt looks suspicious!!

A hooker of note called Miss Flux
would charge at least 200 bucks
but for that she would suck you
and jerk off and fuck you
the whole thing was simply Deluxe

Sing a song of syphilis, a fanny full of crabs
Four and twenty blackheads, twice as many scabs
When the heads popped open, The crabs began to sing
Wasn't that a filthy cunt to put your penis in!!

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A woman is standing naked in the bathroom in front of the mirror,
touching and fondling her breasts. Her husband walks in and asks, "What
the hell are you doing?"

His wife replies, "I've just been to the doctor and he told me that I
had the breasts of a 20 year old."

"Humph," grunted her husband, "What did he say about your fifty year old
cunt?"

"To tell you the truth, dear, he didn’t even ask about you."
 
Letters To Santa

Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy
all yeer.
Yer Frend, BiLLy

Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care.
How about I send you a fricken book so you can learn to read and write?
I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!
Santa


Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask
for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love, Sarah

Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa


Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like
for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love, Teddy

Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door
in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to
your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's time to give up that
dream. Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa


Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a
dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis

Dear Francis, Who names their kid "Francis"nowadays? I bet you're gay.
Santa


Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left
carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love, Susan

Dear Susan, Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my
face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a
bottle of scotch.
Santa


Dear Santa, What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy
making toys?
Your friend, Thomas

Dear Thomas, All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas,
where spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by
drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses
while losing money at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa


Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when
we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica

Dear Jessica, Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you
do. I'm skipping your house.
Santa


Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please
PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?
Timmy

Timmy, That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap
doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa


Dearest Santa, We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into
our home?
Love, Marky

Mark, First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting
your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live
in a low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like
all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams, Santa
 
Ten Ways To Treat Mr. Penis

1.) You've gotta "introduce" yourself to Willy Wonderful, i.e., "Hi! I'm
Shirley! Nice to meet ya, big guy !". Don't dive on it likes it's a raw
piece of meat and you're a starving pitbull! Be gentle. Stroke him nice
and easy. Make friends first.

2.) When (Not "IF" ) giving oral sex, don't suck so hard that you make an
industrial vacuum cleaner appear as a dust buster and suck the man's
eyeballs out of his sockets. Mr. Penis is a sensitive "guy" ya know. Be
gentle. Contrary to your practicing techniques in high school, the one who
"Melts" the popsicle first is not the winner.

3.) When sitting on top of a man, don't move too far forward or back. Up
and down is fine. What you're gonna do if you do move too far forward and
back is rip Mr. Penis right off Mr. Man's crotch. Mr. Penis isn't made
for that action. And, VERY Important. When going up and down, if you
should go up a little too high and Mr. Penis pops out, you are not a
basketball net, and Willy Wonderful is not a golf ball ... your aim is not
that good, and your 100+ Lbs, and this little Newton thingy called gravity
will seriously injure Mr. Penis.

4.) Hand jobs - When stroking a guy's Dick don't grab it like a bus rail
and start jerking it like you were milking a cow. Don't use the love sword
as if it's a piece of gym equipment to strengthen the forearms, and remember
friction is the problem ... lubrication, the cure.

5.) Proper care of the love Tool - like any good tool you wanna keep around
for a while you've gotta take good care of it just as you do your dildo or
your car. Wash him off after and dry him gently. Oil him frequently, and
have him park in the garage as often as you can. Never bend, fold spindle
or mutilate. You'll get years of use out of him that way.

6.) If Mr. Penis appears uninterested, he's just being coy or stupid.
That's where you have to use step #1 again. If no response, then you sure
gave him a good workout the first time. Good for you!

7.) Never, ever play "crush the grapes" with Mr. Penis's two friends, Mr.
Balls. Nothing can make Mr. Penis shrink faster. Not even ice or a nude
Pic of Janet Reno and the Queen Mother playing chess at the Naturalist beach
last July.

8.) If you're a golfer, never use Mr. Penis as a tee.

9.) If Mr. Penis can't "throw up" then his owner worked too hard on
pleasing you. Be thankful. If Mr. Penis spits too soon, be proud that you
had that effect on him ... not everyone can have that effect on him.

10.) If you don't want Mr. Penis so deep, don't say, "Shit! Not that
deep!
What are you doing ... drilling for oil??" Say, "Wow you're much bigger
than I thought. Could you take it a little easier on me?"

And never never say "Is it in?"
 
Husband And Wife

A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine
restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman
comes over to their table, gives the husband a big
kiss, tells him she'll see him later, and walks away.
His wife glares at him and says, "Who was that??!!"

"Oh," replies the husband, "that was my mistress." The
wife says, "That's it; I want a divorce." "I
understand," replies her husband, "but, remember, if
you get a divorce, there will be no more shopping
trips to Paris, no wintering in the Caribbean, no
Lexus in the garage, and no more country club. But the
decision is yours."

Just then the wife notices a mutual friend entering
the restaurant with a gorgeous woman. "Who's that
woman with Jim?" she asks. "That's his mistress,"
replies her husband.

"Ours is prettier," says the wife

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A lady and her dog were enjoying a stroll in the park when
her dog was mounted from behind by a large Rottweiler. The Rot
was really humping away and the lady was frantically trying
to break them up, to no avail.

A small boy walked up and stuck his finger in the Rots ass
and the action immediately stopped.

The lady was amazed. "How did you do that?" she asked.

The little boy said, "That's my dog; and he can dish it out,
but he can't take it."

********

The wife coyly tried to explain her purchase of a new pair of expensive
imported panties. "After all, dear," she said, "you wouldn't expect to
find fine perfume in a cheap bottle, would you?"

"No," her husband replied. "Nor would I expect to find a gift wrapping
on a dead beaver."
 
A Redneck "Night Before Christmas"

'Twas the night before Christmas in my redneck house;
Junior was wringing the neck of a mouse.
My .357 sat right on my lap
Just waiting for Santa, to take all his crap.

The young'uns were restless and watching in shifts
To see if he'd come and I'd shanghai some gifts,
When out from the yard came a godawful noise
O could it be him with a shitload of toys?

I jumped from my chair and my crotch screamed in pain
I caught my left nut on my wallet's big chain
But then I unwrapped it and flew out the door
Yelling, "Hold it right there, you old son of a whore!"

"Hands in the air and kick over that sack,
And then real slowly move 20 feet back."
He did as I told him, fat, stupid old elf;
I laughed so damn hard I near pissed on myself.

I grabbed his big bag with a hearty guffaw
Then I dragged it inside after spitting some chaw.
I heard him take off - in a second he split,
Leaving my yard heaped with fresh reindeer shit.

Back in my chair I let out such a yelp
That the wife and the kids came to offer their help,
Their eyes filled with wonder - I started to drag
A whole shitload of presents from Santa's big bag.

I big can of crawdads for when I go fishin'
A whopping belt buckle - a brand new transmission,
A carton of Redman, some boots and a knife,
A nice leather strap just for beating the wife.

A matched set of hubcaps, some new fuzzy dice,
A country 8-track and a Hustler, how nice!
An inflatable dollie for when the old hag
Starts her bitching and moaning and goes on the rag.

When out of the bag I had pulled every bit
I said "Looks like you kids won't be getting no shit."
Here was my chance to try out my new strap
When they started their bawling and screaming and crap.

I chased them upstairs and I popped me a brew,
I sat back in my chair, filled my mouth up with chew,
With my heart full of gladness, my soul full of cheer,
I yelled up, "Maybe you'll get some presents next year!"


Another Version

A Redneck "Night Before Christmas"


'Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack
Not a creature was stirrin', cept the lice on muh back.
The skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,
With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were sleepin', all snug in their beds,
While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.
And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake.
Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.

When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,
I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.
I ran to the door, like I's on a mission,
But I tripped on some parts from muh granny's transmission.

The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin'.
Muh daughter weren't home yet, she wuz still out parkin'.

When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see
But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin' sheep.
With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin' and sick
I said "Shoot Fire!" That must be St. Nick!

More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came
And he belched and he hollered, and he called 'em by name.

Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!
On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!

From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins
Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!

I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.
Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.
He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,
I swear that ole' Santa looked just like Boss Hog.

He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,
And his jeans were all bloody from that morning's hunt.
A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,
And he wore black boots that he'd picked up in 'Nam.

His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.
From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.
A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.
The veins on his face looked ready to pop.

The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip
He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.
He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.
I ain't seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.

He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three
And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.
A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,
From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.

He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,
Then filled the kid's stockings with Hooked on Phonics.
His toys came from Big Lots and they weren't very nice
But he had lots of them and yuh can't beat the price.

He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells.
Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,
And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.

When the presents were gone and he had no more,
He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.

He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order
"Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!"
And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU REDNECKS! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!"
 
Christmas Ball Warmers

Three blondes are sitting in a café, talking about what to get their
boyfriends for Christmas.

"It's funny," said Samantha. "Peter's balls are always cold as ice when
I'm sucking his cock! I think I should get him some ball warmers for
Christmas."

"You know what?" replied Jenny. "It's exactly the same with my Richard!"

They turn to the third blonde, Candi, and asked, "When you blow Chris,
are his balls cold, too?"

"Ugh! That's disgusting! I never put Chris's thing in my mouth!"
exclaimed Candi.

"You're crazy," Samantha piped up. "A good blowjob is the best way to
keep a guy! You should try it! It would make a great Christmas gift for
Chris!"

Candi says she'll think about it. The next time they meet at the café it
is Boxing Day and Candi is sporting a wicked shiner.

"Whoa!" the Jenny asked. "How did you get that black eye?!"

"Chris hit me when I was blowing him," Candi said.

"What on earth for?!" the Jenny asked.

"I don't know," Candi replied. "I was giving him his Christmas present
like you two suggested. I mentioned how strange it was that his balls
were so warm, when Pete and Richard's were so cold, and he punched me!"


Santa’s Pickup Lines

*^* Hey Babe, when was the last time you did it in a sleigh?
*^* Wanna see my 12-inch elf?
*^* I`ve got something special in the sack for you!
*^* Ever make it with a fat guy with a whip?
*^* I know when you've been bad or good ... so let's skip the small
talk, sister!
*^* Some of my best toys run on batteries.
*^* Interested in seeing the "North Pole"? (Well, that's what the Mrs.
calls it)
*^* I see you when you're sleeping ... and you don't wear any underwear,
do you?
*^* Screw the "nice" list -- I've got you on my "naughty" list!
*^* Wanna join the "Mile High" club?

Bump: Grandma, who was living with her daughter's family, let her
11-year-old grandson in from school. "What did you learn today?"
she asked.

"Sex education. All about penises and vaginas and intercourse and
stuff," he replied matter-of-factly. The old woman was shocked
and reported the conversation to her daughter.

Her daughter replied, "Mom, this is the Nineties. These days it's
all part of the curriculum."

A few hours later, the grandmother was reading when her daughter
announced that dinner was ready. Grandmother walked past her
grandson's bedroom and noticed him on his bed, vigorously
masturbating. "Sonny," she said, "when you're finished with your
homework, come on downstairs to eat."
 
This guy says to his buddy, "You'll never believe what happened
last night."
His buddy says. "Well then, tell me what happened."
The guy says, " Last night the doorbell rang, and when I opened
the door, there was my ex-mother-in-law on the front porch.
She said, "Can I stay here for a few days?"
I said, "Of course, you can," and shut the door."

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Mr. and Mrs. Nearier come before the judge for their divorce hearing. The judge says, "What are the grounds?" Mrs. Nearier says,
"Cruel and inhuman punishment.
He tied me to the bed and then forced me to sing the National Anthem while he pissed all over me."
The judge says, "My God, that's horrible."
She says, "Yeah. He KNOWS how much I hate that song."

~~~~~~~~


The mortician calls Mrs. Jones, and says, "Excuse me Mrs. Jones, but I
can't seem to close the lid to your husband's coffin because he has a
huge erection." To which she replies, "Why don't you cut it off and
stick it up his ass? That's the only hole in town it hasn't been in."
 
There was this 92-year-old woman whose body was covered from head to toe
with big festering pus-filled boils. They were on her face, her arms and
her legs...everywhere. Each was filled with mucus and blood.

This old lady was also a masochist, so she put an ad in the paper
offering to pay anyone five thousand dollars if they would bite off each
and every one of her boils.

She didn't get any immediate response, but sure enough after a while
this guy was desperate for money and agreed to do the job.

He showed up at the woman's house and she came out in a robe. She peeled
it off and revealed her boil covered body. The guy groaned at the thought
of the task ahead of him, but he just kept concentrating on the five grand
and went to work, biting on a boil on the woman's arm until it popped blood
and puss all over his face.

He kept going for over five hours, biting off the boils between the
elderly woman's toes and in her armpits. He bit off boils on her inner
thighs and inside of her ears. Finally he was finished and he fell back
with a pant, covered with blood, pus, mucous and dripping with sweat. The
woman lay on the bed a mass of crimson patches of bruises and ripped flesh.

"Okay lady..." the man said with a gasp, "I did it...now give me the
five grand..."

"Just a second, sonny..." the woman said with a grin, "there's one more
left!"

She bent over and spread her wrinkled withered butt cheeks to reveal a
gigantic boil about the size of a baby's head growing right out of her
ass. The man rolled his eyes and gagged and said to himself..."What the
hell, I've gone this far...only one left...I need the money...what the
hell..." and then dove face first at the butt boil, gnawing and biting at
it repeatedly trying to make it pop.

Then, out of the blue, the old woman let out a giant fart.

The man reeled back from between her butt crack and yelled at her:

"WHAT ARE YA TRYING TO DO LADY...MAKE ME SICK?!?"
 
Diary Of A Snow Shoveler...

December 8 - 6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9 - We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life.

December 12 - The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. l don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14 - Snow lovely snow! 8" last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish l wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15 - 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.

December 16 - Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, Which I think was very cruel.

December 17 - Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20 - Electricity's back on, but had another 14" of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day. Goddamn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow
blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22 - Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.

December 23 - Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she nuts!!! Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's lying.

December 24 - 6". Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow I'll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish
shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the goddamn snowplow.

December 25 - Merry fucking Christmas! 20 more inches of the god damn slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I hate the snow!
Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think shes a fricking idiot. If I have to watch "It's A Wondeful Life" one mor time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26 - Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27 - Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze, plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me 1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28 - Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. THE BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

December 29 - 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30 - Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver he is now suing me for a million dollars not only the beating I gave him but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.

December 31 - I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.

January 8 - Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
 
The Twelve Days of Christmas:

DAY 1


Dearest Mike:I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge
in a pear tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift. I know we onlymet 4 months ago but I couldn't be happier with anyone else.
Thank you again for the wonderful gift.
With all my love and devotion,
Cindy


DAY 2

Dearest Mike:
Today the postman brought you're very sweet gift. Just imagine.
Two turtle doves! I'm just delighted at how sweet you are. I love you so much. The doves are so adorable. Thank you. Can't wait until I see you.
All my love,
Cindy


DAY 3

Dearest Darling Mike:
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I really must protest.
I don't deserve such generosity, Three French hens. They are just great but I must insist, you've been too kind.
Love,
Cindy


DAY 4

Dear Mike:
You are so romantic! 4 calling birds. Now really,
they are beautiful but don't you think enough is enough? I love everything but I'm running out of room for all these birds.
Love,
Cindy


DAY 5

Dearest Mike:
Oh my God! The postman delivered 5 gold rings today.
One for
every finger. I love the rings. Thank you darling. I hope I don't hurt your feelings but all these birds and their squawking is beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love,
Cindy


DAY 6

Dear Mike:
When I opened the door there were actually 6
geese-a-laying
on my front steps. So you're back to the birds
again, huh? Those
geese are huge. Where will I keep them? I told you before the
other birds were starting to get to me. I'm not
getting any sleep
because of all the racket and my neighbors are
complaining.
Please Mike, no more birds.
Cordially,
Cindy


DAY 7

Mike:
What's with you and these fucking birds? 7
swans-a-swimming?
Is this a joke? There's bird shit ALL over the
house, and they
never stop with the racket. I asked you no more birds please!!
I can't sleep and I'm a nervous wreck. This isn't
fun any more!!
So stop with the fucking birds!
Thank you.
From,
Cindy


DAY 8

Okay Buster:
The birds were bad, but what in the hell am I going to do with
8 maids-a-milking? They even have their own cows.
There is shit all over the lawn, I can't move in my own home. This is it.
It's over between us. I'm sorry Mike. Please lay off
me and
leave me alone. Cindy


DAY 9

Hey! Shithead,
Are you fucking stupid? 9 pipers playing their bells
from hell!
They haven't stopped chasing the maids since they got here. The
cows are upset and are stepping on the screeching birds. My
neighbors have started a petition to evict me. God
Dammit Mike!
Stop it! WE ARE OVER, REMEMBER? I'm getting pissed. You'll get yours! Cindy


DAY 10

You rotten prick,
Now there's 10 fucking ladies dancing. I don't know
why I call
the sluts ladies, they've been fucking the pipers
all night long.
Now the cows can't sleep and they have diarrhea. My
living
room is a river of shit. The Commissioner of
Buildings has
subpoenaed me to show cause why this house shouldn't be
condemned. You must have DUMB FUCK across your
forehead. I'm calling the fucking cops on you!
ONE MAD AS HELL BITCH


DAY 11

Listen fuck-for-brains,
What's with the 11 lords-a-leaping on the maids and ladies.
Some of those broads will never walk again. The pipers are
now committing sodomy with the cows! All 23 of the
birds are
dead, they were trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you are
fucking happy you rotten, vicious piece of shit!
Cindy



Law Offices of Badger, Bender and Cajole
555 NW 1st Avenue
Miami, FL 33138

Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of 12
fiddlers fiddling
which you have seen fit to inflict on our client,
Ms. Cindy Clark.
The destruction, of course, was total. All
correspondenceshould come to our attention. If you should ATTEMPT to reach Miss Smith at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the
attendants have instructions to SHOOT you on sight.
With this letter, please find attached a warrant for
your arrest.
Cordially,
Badger, Bender and Cajole
A Division of Dewey, Cheatem and Howe
 
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The night before XXXmas

Twas the night befor Christmas, and God it was neat.
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.

Momma in her teddy and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner, and momma went dry.

Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
Tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangey reindeer.
With a fat little driver, half out of the sled,
A sock in his ear and a bra on his head.

Sure as I'm speaking, he was high as a kite,
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Woa Shithead, woa Asshole, woa Stupid, woa Putz,
Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.

Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub.

And then from the roof we heard such a clatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.
I was donning my jockies, to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.

His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.
"That was some brothel," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, and I'll just stay awhile"

He walked to the kitchen for himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.

Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun with a penis that spits.

A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find,
And six pair of panties, the edible kind.
A bra without nipples, a penis extension,
And several more things I shouldn't even mention.

A fuck ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
And a dildo so long that it lay in a coil.
"This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit,
So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split."

He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With one tiny butt plug stuck under his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.

In time he was seated, took reigns of his hitch,
Saying, "Take me home, Rudolf. This night's been a bitch!"
The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout,
"The best thing about pussy is you can't wear it out!!"
 
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Parrot Sings Christmas Carols

A few days before Christmas, a man enters a pet store looking for a
unique gift for his wife. The store manager tells him he has just
what he's looking for! A beautiful parrot named Chet that sings
Christmas carols.

He brings the husband over to a colorful but quiet bird. The man
agrees that Chet certainly is pretty, but he doesn't seem to be much
for singing. The manager tells him to watch as he reaches into his
pocket and pulls out a lighter. The manager then clicks the lighter
and holds it under Chet's left foot. Immediately Chet starts
singing; "Silent Night, Holy Night."

The husband is very impressed with Chet's singing abilities and
watches as the manager moves the lighter underneath Chet's right
foot. Chet now starts to sing "Jingle Bells, Jingle All the Way."

The husband says Chet is perfect and that he'll take him. The husband
rushes home to his wife and insists upon giving her this wonderful
gift immediately. He presents Chet and starts to explain the parrot's
special talent.

Demonstrating, he holds a lighter under Chet's left foot and the
bird sings "Silent Night."

He then moves the lighter under the right foot and Chet lets loose a
round of "Jingle Bells."

The wife is absolutely impressed, and with a mischievous grin asks her
husband what happens if he holds the lighter between Chet's legs instead.
Curious the husband moves the lighter between the bird's legs, and
the bird begins to sing - Chet's nuts Roasting on an Open Fire!
 
Another Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse.
No kids lived with me, so I thought I would chatter.
There'd be no damn reindeer, and so stupid clatter.

There'd be no fat elf, coming through my chimney.
I'll be alone, my computer and me.
I won't race to the window, to see him arrive.
I'll just sit right here...with windows ninety-five.

There's no one I know, as I'm surfing around.
None of my regular buddies are found.
I went in some chat rooms, but quickly got out.
Age, sex, location is all that's about.

As, I was about to go check out the net.
I got an E-mail which I didn't expect.
A lady told me, she had read my profile.
And, ask, if I might like to chat for a while.

She said, if I didn't, then she would just leave.
But, she was so lonely, on this Christmas Eve.
She said, it's the first time, she'd ever been on.
But, she heard, computers, could be so much fun.

She said, the computer, was usually locked tight.
But, she said, her husband, left it on... tonight.
He's away on some business; He'll be gone all night.
So, she thought she'd use it, " I guess it's all right."

She started to tell me, about her whole life.
How she was expected to be a good wife.
She talked of her anger, frustrations, and needs.
Because she was forced, to do such silly deeds.

She talked on and on, from one thing to the next.
Then finally told me.....she was oversexed.
She didn't have sex, with her husband, she told.
He was always too busy, and getting too old.

Then, she wrote me something, that made my heart vex.
She asked me to teach her , to have cyber-sex.
I said, if she wanted me to, that I could.
Then after an hour, she got really good.

After five hours, my fingers were sore.
I told her, that I couldn't go anymore.
She said, that was fine, because she was tired too.
And anyway, her husband, soon would be due.

She said she would be on, the same time next year.
Then asked, if I wouldn't mind, meeting her here.
She said only...on this night, she could be found
It is only...this night, her husband leaves town.

She said bye, and signed off...and i had to pause.
I think I just cybered with Mrs. Santa Claus!
 
Santa's Problems

I have been watching you very closely to see if you
have been good this year and since you have I will be
telling my elves to make some goodies for me to leave
under your tree at Christmas. I was going to bring you
all gifts from the 12 days of Christmas, but we had a
little problem.

The 12 fiddlers fiddling have all come down with VD
from fiddling with the 10 ladies dancing, the 11 lords
leaping have knocked up the 8 maids a-milking, and the
9 pipers piping have been arrested for doing weird
things to the 7 swans a-swimming. The 6 geese
a-laying, 4 calling birds, 3 French hens, 2 turtle
doves and the partridge in a pear tree have me up to
my sled runners in bird shit.

On top of all this Mrs. Claus is going through
menopause, 8 of my reindeer are in heat, the elves
have joined the gay liberation and some people who
can't read a calendar have scheduled Christmas for the
5th of January.

Maybe next year I will be able to get my shit together
and bring you the things you want. This year I suggest
you get your asses down to Walmart
before everything is gone.

Sincerely,
Santa Claus
 

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