Monday, April 30, 2007


A 47 year-old women gets a facelift.


It turns out very well and she enjoys showing off her new look.


She goes to the news stand and asks the man, ''Sir, how old do you think I am''?


The man replies ''You're 29, right?''


She says ''No, I'm 47, but nice try.''


The next day, she goes to McDonald's. She orders her lunch and asks the young man at the counter,


''How old do you think I am?'' The man replies, ''You're 33, right?''


The lady says ''No, I'm 47, but good guess.''


After lunch, she gets on the bus and she asks an 85-year-old man how old she is.


He replies ''Lady, I can tell how old any woman is by sticking my hand down her panties.'' So, quietly and quickly, she removed her skirt and lets him put his hands down in her pants.


He thinks a moment and announces, ''You're 47!''


The lady, astonished, asks, ''How did you know?''


The old man replies ''I was standing right behind you at McDonald's.'' (",)

Saturday, April 28, 2007



This young guy pulls an older women in a bar, and after a few drinks he thinks she looks a bit naughty and a bit of all right for older women.




They have a few drinks and she comes right on to him, putting her tongue in his ear then she asked him if he has ever had a mother and daughter threesome?




He says "No"




Well finish off that pint because this is your lucky night.




He drinks up double quick and smiles and says "I can't wait for this , lets go"
They both make there way towards the door when the women turns and says to a old lady in the corner


"Come on Mum get your coat we are both going to get laid tonight"




(",)

Friday, April 27, 2007

Breaking news...

In what may be a major breakthrough, Jamaican police investigating the murder of Pakistan cricket coach Bob Woolmer at the World Cup have today released a picture of a man heard shouting "Woolmer!" whilst beating on Woolmer's door.

Police hope with the release of the photo a member of the public may recognise the suspect.








Thursday, April 26, 2007

My Doctor said ...


Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Hey Hey ... It's Our Birthday


YEP, TRUCKING4MENDOUS IS ONE YEAR OLD TODAY



HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

A Middle East scientist from Dubai , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with very low sex drive read this blog with their hand on the mouse.

Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late. (",)

Monday, April 23, 2007


The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.


At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven."


Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God."


St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.


God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?"


Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me...."


God commented: "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"


Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally spoke,


"Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?"


God said, " Ah, yes."


"Well ," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:


1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion

2. It chatters constantly at high speeds

3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble too much

4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust

5. The maintenance costs are outrageous


"Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."


God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.


The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.


"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur,


"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than are riding yours. (",)

Saturday, April 21, 2007

"You idiot!


The owner of a drug store walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall.


The owner asks the clerk, "What's with that guy over there by the wall?"


The clerk says, "Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative."


The owner says, "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with laxatives!"


The clerk says, "Oh yeah?

Look at him, he's afraid to cough!" (",)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Never Never Never Never Ever ....

Never.



Never..



Never...



Never....



Ever.....



Fart in a wetsuit.






Friday, April 13, 2007

Grand National Day


This man was sitting quietly reading his paper one morning, peacefully enjoying himself, when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the back of his head with a huge frying pan.


MAN: "What was that for?"


WIFE: "What was that piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Lucylou written on it?"


MAN: "Oh honey, remember two weeks ago when I went to the horse races? Lucylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on."


The wife looked all satisfied, apologises, and goes off do work around the house.


Three days later he is once again sitting in his chair reading and she repeats the frying pan swatting.


MAN: "What in the world was that for this time?"


WIFE: "That horse you had that bet on called for you this morning."


(",)


A champion jockey is about to enter the big race on a new horse.


The horse's trainer meets him before the race and says, "All you have to remember with this horse is that every time you approach a jump, you have to shout, "ALLLLEEE OOOP!" really loudly in the horse's ear.


Providing you do that, you'll be fine". The jockey thinks the trainer is mad but promises to shout the command.


The race begins and they approach the first hurdle. The jockey ignores the trainer's ridiculous advice and the horse crashes straight through the centre of the jump.


They carry on and approach the second fence. The jockey, somewhat embarrassed, whispers "Aleeee ooop" in the horse's ear. The same thing happens-the horse crashes straight through the centre of the jump.


At the third fence, the jockey thinks, "It's no good, I'll have to do it" and yells, "ALLLEEE OOOP!" really loudly.


Sure enough, the horse sails over the jump with no problems.


This continues for the rest of the race, but due to the earlier problems the horse only finishes third.


The trainer is fuming and asks the jockey what went wrong.


The jockey replies, "Nothing is wrong with me. It's this bloody horse. What is he -- deaf or something?"


The trainer replies, "Deaf?? DEAF??


He's not deaf - he's blind!!!".


(",)



Riding the favourite at Aintree, the jockey is well ahead of the field. Suddenly he’s hit on the head by a turkey and a string of sausages.


He manages to keep control of his mount and pulls back into the lead, only to be struck by a box of Christmas crackers and a dozen mince pies as he goes over the last fence.


With great skill he manages to steer the horse to the front of the field once more when, on the run in, he’s struck on the head by a bottle of sherry and a Christmas pudding. thus distracted, he succeeds in coming only second.


He immediately goes to the stewards to complain that he has been seriously hampered.


(",)