I don't see why Kanya West decided to give his kid a stupid name like North.

If I was him I'd have chosen a normal name like Fred.

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Gangbang style

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years ago it was suggested "an apple a day keeps the doctor away."But since all the doctors are now muslim,i've found that a bacon sandwich works a treat!

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I gazed into her eyes
my heart was pounding
lips trembling,unable to speak
sweat forming on my brow
she opened her petite little mouth and uttered three words i'll never forget.

"thats him officer."

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I've just joined a reggae band playing the triangle,all i have to do is stand around and ting.

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A farmer gets a phone call from his son.I've run over a pig and its stuck under the tractor still alive....shoot it says the farmer,and then bury it.....about 20 mins later he gets another call....done that,what should i do with the speed camera and motorbike?

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Stonking, made me chuckle

After the success of the documentary "The Man With The 10 Stone Testicles", Channel 4 have an announced a further documentary featuring a man with no testicles. "An Audience with Nick Clegg airs on August 19th. .

William and Mildred decided to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. William went to the front desk to check them in while Mildred stayed with the car. As he was leaving the lobby, a young woman dressed in a very short skirt introduced herself as Candie. William brushed her off.

When William and Mildred got to their room, he told her that he'd been approached by a prostitute.

"I don't believe you," laughed Mildred.

"I'll prove it," said William. He called down to the desk and asked for Candie to come to room 1217.

"Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open just enough to hear us."

Soon, there was a knock on the door. Candie walked in, swirling her hips provocatively. "So, I see you're interested after all," she said.

William asked, "How much do you charge?"

"$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services."

William was taken aback. "$125! I was thinking more in the range of $25."

Candie laughed. "You must really be an old-timer if you think you can buy sex for that price."

"Well," said William I guess we can't do business. Goodbye."

After she left, Mildred came out of the bathroom. "I just can't believe it."

William said, "Let's go have a drink and forget it. "

Back downstairs at the bar, the old couple sipped their cocktails.

Candie came up behind William, pointed at Mildred, and said, "See what you get for $25?"

My wife said, "I wish I had a pound for every time I had to tell you off."

I replied, "You do, in weight!

A guy has a wife who is an extreme nimphomaniac, she will screw anything that can walk, the slightest touch sets her off, and the guy is really tired of it, he cannot take her anywhere, and it makes him mad, so he takes her to a doctor, and sees if there is anything he can do, he explains everything to him, and the doctor tells the man to wait, and him and the guy's wife go into another room, where the doctor starts to give her a check-up, and at his touch, the woman starts moaning, and starts stripping, moaning louder, and louder, and the doctor eventually cannot take it anymore, and hops on top of her, and starts screwing her, the husband, meanwhile, hears his wife moaning, and getting suspicious, he busts thru the door, and sees the doctor on top of his wife, "What the hell are you doing?", he yells, the doctor flusters, "I was, um, um, uh, um, just taking your wife's tempature!", the man, very angry, takes out his pocket knife and starts honing it on his sleeve very deliberately, "I don't know how you are taking her tempature with that, doc, but that thing damn well better have numbers on it when you pull it out!"

Theater Seats for Seniors

An old man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the movie theater.

When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the old man,
"Sorry sir, but you're only allowed one seat."

The old man just groaned but didn't budge.
The usher became more impatient.
"Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."

Once again, the old man just groaned.

The usher marched briskly back up the aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the old disheveled man,but with no success.
Finally they summoned the police.
The officer surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy
what's your name?"
"Fred," the old man moaned.
"Where ya from, Fred?" asked the police officer.



With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle, Fred replied,
"The balcony."

Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

"You have been to France before, monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

"Then you should know enough to have your passport ready."

The Englishman said, 'The last time I was here, I didn't have to show it."

"Impossible. You English always have to show your passports on arrival in France !"

The English senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained,

''Well, when I came ashore at Gold Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate this country, I couldn't find a single Frenchmen to show a passport to."

You could have heard a pin drop.