Quokes/Jotes... Continued! 2!
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the lancaster kicks ass
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this link was sent to me by crippen (she wont be around for a bit- off to Rome), and i thought it was very clever..........
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Pisis
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LOL
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Pisis
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Pienkna signatura, Wojtek.
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Pisis
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Do tela - last night I met a beautiful Pole...
Jesus, was she wonderful! Blonde cutie from Warszaw - I got her number, she's studying here at Prague!
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Pisis
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I'm very, very, very bad @ss, I know... I love my girlfirend but I also like to stay in touch with other people. (I don't mean that literally though! )
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loomaluftwaffe
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Pisis said:beautiful Pole...
Matt308
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Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights.
One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.
The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes and the quiet is uncomfortable.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"
The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin."
One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer. Another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East.
Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.
The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes and the quiet is uncomfortable.
Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"
The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin."
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Pisis
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No.plan_D said:
A good Catholic,
An Army chaplain, walking through a notorious section of town, saw a soldier exiting a known house of prostitution.
The soldier paused on the sidewalk and gestured with his right hand in a manner familiar to the good Catholic chaplain.
The chaplain promptly approached the errant soldier, saying, "I'm sorry to see a good Catholic lad like you, coming out of a place like that."
"Well, padre, I'm not Catholic," answered the GI.
"But I clearly saw you cross yourself as you came out of there."
"No - but when I come out of a place like that, I always check four things: My spectacles, my testicles, my watch and my wallet."
An Army chaplain, walking through a notorious section of town, saw a soldier exiting a known house of prostitution.
The soldier paused on the sidewalk and gestured with his right hand in a manner familiar to the good Catholic chaplain.
The chaplain promptly approached the errant soldier, saying, "I'm sorry to see a good Catholic lad like you, coming out of a place like that."
"Well, padre, I'm not Catholic," answered the GI.
"But I clearly saw you cross yourself as you came out of there."
"No - but when I come out of a place like that, I always check four things: My spectacles, my testicles, my watch and my wallet."
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