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Post by robkersmarki on Jul 9, 2011 10:29:07 GMT -6
I like jokes so I put this on here to see if any of you have a good yarn to spin lol.
Ok here is mine..... So i went fishing the other day at the vermillion. I ran into this old fisherman and noticed that he only had one arm. After setting up my spot I walked up to him while he was fishing and asked... You catch any today? He replied "Oh yeah,(raises his only hand up in front of him to show their size) been catching them about this big all day long." ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by capncrunch on Jul 10, 2011 8:42:01 GMT -6
This town is a joke. I am not originally from Streator.
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Post by GrAhAm on Jul 10, 2011 19:28:38 GMT -6
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Post by rukidding (towns local troll) on Jul 10, 2011 21:26:13 GMT -6
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Post by capncrunch on Jul 11, 2011 9:08:27 GMT -6
Where are you from Troll? I was from Allenville, then when I was 17, I moved to Marseilles until I gotten married, then I moved to Streator.
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Post by spell chek is 4 dumbies on Jul 11, 2011 19:38:48 GMT -6
He must have been fishing by the canoe launch. According to S.O. reports, someone found his other hand.
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Post by robkersmarki on Jul 11, 2011 21:01:34 GMT -6
There once was an old couple who had been married for thirty years.
Every morning the old boy would wake up and give off an enormous fart, much to his long suffering wife's annoyance.
"You'll fart your guts out one of these days," she always complained.
After a particularly bad week the wife decided to have her revenge and got up early, placing some turkey giblets in the bed next to the old boy's arse.
While making breakfast downstairs she heard his usual morning fart reverberate through the floorboards followed by a scream.
Twenty minutes later a rather shaken man came downstairs.
"You was right all along Missus," the old man says, "I finally did fart my guts out, but by the grace of God, and these two fingers, I managed to push 'em back in!"
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Post by nextofkin on Jul 12, 2011 14:27:06 GMT -6
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Post by GrAhAm on Jul 12, 2011 18:43:45 GMT -6
ha
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Post by robkersmarki on Jul 12, 2011 21:41:49 GMT -6
A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner.
Both he and his wife decide that they won't tell the kids what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.
The kids were eager to know what the meat was on their plates, so they begged their dad for the clue .
Well, he said, 'It's what mummy calls me sometimes'.
The little girl screams to her brother
'Don't eat it, it's an asse hole...
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Post by robkersmarki on Jul 12, 2011 21:42:40 GMT -6
; ) Thought it was appropriate after the deer jerky thread
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Post by robkersmarki on Jul 15, 2011 19:52:30 GMT -6
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Great Dane
Junior Member
Some learn to make good decisions from making bad decisions
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Post by Great Dane on Jul 16, 2011 14:21:36 GMT -6
I still need a joke
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Post by rukidding (towns local troll) on Jul 16, 2011 15:05:54 GMT -6
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