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Clean, funny, humor stories, a redneck duo and jokes. More than 900 originals. |
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The Hound and the Chihuahua
The hound lay on the sunny side of the porch snoozing. He wasn't real old but he was certainly no puppy. As he slept, he began dreaming of the bear. His legs started to twitch as he dreamed that he was caught by the bear. All he could see was two huge paws with sharp claws and a big mouth full of teeth. He could picture that bear doing a crude autopsy on him before he died. All teeth and claws. His legs were twitching like he was running faster asleep than he ever could while awake. His brain was firing neutrons like Clint Eastwood fired a Magnum.
The chihuahua was at the foot of the steps he couldn't climb making threats he couldn't keep. He was barking, squealing, yelping, yipping, howling and chasing his tail. He was rolling in the dirt and chasing a squirrel he'd better not catch.
The only thing the government can do efficiently is war. They can make a bomb that will walk up to your door, ring the bell and wait until you open the door to explode. That's it..
You arrive in some Banana Republic and go straight to the money exchange. You hand over a thousand dollars of our funny money and get some of their funny money. You look at the stuff and think it looks like something that was meant to be put on a billboard or spray painted on a LA building.
Occasionally, some tourist would buy a rose hoping to keep the other peddlers away. Tourists are crazy that way.
Sleazie Boy was on trial for murder. He decided to defend himself despite the old adage that
someone who defends himself has a fool for a client and a fool for a lawyer. Sleazie Boy ignored that.
He was also found guilty and got 50 years. Perhaps he should have listened. He did a few things he shouldn't have done.
"Wahl, bahs, theys more'n twelve lettahs in the elfabit."
We called him Mr. Wobbly because he rode a bike built for an eight-year old. Maybe his original bike for all we know. It's so small that when he pedals it wobbles. It may be that he's the wobbly one but , no matter. We called him Mr. Wobbly. He seemed harmless enough. He didn’t bother you asking for money. He’d just say hello and drift off into whatever world he actually lived in. No fuss, no bother.
"You bought a trailer?" "No, I bought a manufactured house".
"You bought a trailer?"
“Is there supposed to be water in the hull?”. “Arrgh! There’s always a wee bit of water seeping in.” “Hmm. Wee bit? Is that the same as knee deep?”
“Arrgh!! Turn to starboard, matey, and be quick about it. We’re sinking.”
“Does it bite? Can I pet it?”
“It bites and you can pet it depending on how partial you are to that
arm.”
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The Cow Dance
Now, this is just plain funny. A lot of cows, a lot of music, a lot of fun.
A real must see site.
For something a little spicier, a little less inhibited and a whole lot more earthy, visit Dead Dog Days. Not for the easily offended and not for your kids either.
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