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Post by rangerboswife on May 7, 2005 7:51:54 GMT -6
CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS
A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle. A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife? He answers, " You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo-oo-ooo much cheaper. So, I figure if I have to roll my own ............ so does she.
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Post by motomom4fun2004 on May 12, 2005 10:05:41 GMT -6
Poem for women He didn't like my casserole, And didn't like my cake. My biscuits were too hard... Not like his Mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee right, He didn't like the stew, I didn't mend his socks The way his Mother used to do. I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue; Then I turned around and smacked him... LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO DO. ;D
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