A Texas cowboy appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly gates. 'Have you ever done anything of particular merit?' St Peter asked.
'Well, I can think of one thing,' the cowboy offered. 'Once, on a trip to the Black Hills in South Dakota , I came upon a gang of bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker, smacked him in the face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.' I yelled, 'Now back off!! Or I'll kick the sh*t out of all of you!!'
St. Peter was impressed, 'When did this happen?'
'Just a couple of minutes ago!'
It's Doug again. And don't tell me this story is not true.
For good measure, I'll make this one a double.
When I got home last night, my wife said that she had a tough day
with the kids, and demanded that I take her out to some place
expensive.
So I took her to a gas station!
That Doug! Where does he get his material, anyway?
ReplyDeletethanks for the laugh, Mimi.
Diane, I don't know. I have a stockpile.
ReplyDeleteThat last one is almost too true to be funny. But it did make me smile.
ReplyDeleteRuth, you're right. You laugh and you cry.
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