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The Stupidboy's blog

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I think I may have posted an inappropriate post, the other day Mar 19, 2009
...to all blonde's, I may have offended, I unreservedly apologise- I'm turning over a new leaf from this moment onward :D

A Ginger pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died.
After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly.
She says, "What's the story?"
He replies, "Just crap in the carburretor"
She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"

A police officer stops a Ginger for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.
She replies in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!"

A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the Ginger behind the wheel was knitting!
Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, "PULL OVER!"
"NO!" the Ginger yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!"
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Finished 6th Mar 18, 2009
...says- Best of luck to Blu Laffy BS & Skeeet:D

This was my first game here and all of you made it fun, and helped me along on that very steep learning curve of which is called Tengaged:D
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Love a good joke!...thanks you two:D Mar 17, 2009
A man wakes up one morning with the filthiest hangover and no recollection of the night before. Slowly opening his eyes, he sees a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water on the bedside table.
He looks around the room to find his clothes are on the dresser, neatly folded, with a clean shirt on top. The bedroom is immaculate. On the bedside table is a note, which says, 'Darling, your breakfast is in the kitchen. I love you.'
Downstairs, he finds his favourite cereal, croissants, fresh OJ and freshly brewed coffee laid out waiting for him, along with the morning paper - and his 15-year-old son, who is finishing his own breakfast.
'Tell me, son,' he asks, 'what happened last night?'
'Well, says the boy, 'you came home so blind drunk you didn't even know your own name. You nearly broke the door down, then you were sick in the hallway, then you knocked the furniture over and when Mum tried to calm you down, you thought she was the police, so you gave her a black eye.'
'Christ!' says the man. 'Then how come my clothes are all folded, the house is tidy and my breakfast is ready?'
'When Mum dragged you into the bedroom and tried to get your trousers off to put you into bed you shouted at her..........
'Get your filthy hands off me, you whore, I'm married!''
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Kingmac, Mar 17, 2009
why they all picking on you? I haven't a clue who you are but your name seems to pop-up everywhere I look:D
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Curious? Mar 16, 2009
How many Brits are playing here?
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I think I got it right. Mar 15, 2009
Ignore me, I'm just talking and don't be jealous that I'm the only that can hear them.
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