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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:16 am
h X c what you say 'bout my momma? -points a missle at jello- Tastes like candy. *Rides the missile to his next class.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:18 am
Served.
>_>
~Hides from the big Mon'~
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:24 am
-shoots up the thread, with a bottle of milk in his hand- scream
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:38 am
Hey guys, I just got back from class and brought piz-
*Shot to hell.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:39 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:41 am
*Pokes his head in after the shooting.*
...Damn, who went postal this time?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:47 am
Some Jokerz 'bout a nun. Sitting by the window of her convent, Sister Barbara opened a letter from home one evening. Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent. Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture. As she read the letter by the window, she noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamp post below. Quickly, she wrote, "Don't despair. Sister Barbara," on a piece of paper, wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man's attention and tossed it out the window to him. The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a tip of his hat, went off down the street. The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on seeing her. She went down, and found the stranger waiting. Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills. "What's this?" she asked. "That's the $8,000 you have coming Sister," he replied. "Don't Despair paid 80-to-1." Since I go to a Catholic University founded by nuns, I thought this was funny.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:49 am
Either I'm not fully awake or you have a broken humour.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:50 am
A nun got money for accidently gambling. You know horse racing?
~Doesn't care 'nuff to explain further.~
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:55 am
Well that explains it; but horse races aren't common around me and you'd have to drive a few miles to even get to a dog track.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 11:59 am
Egads. That's depressing. I don't know how much entertainment I'd get out of the dorms if it weren't for the rednecks experienced with horse racing that I have as neighbors.
They'd prolly be limited to racing, drinking, and football. Horse racing is a whole 25% of thier discussion topics.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 12:01 pm
She wrote Don't Despair on the card, tossed it to him with $100.
The idea was he'd get something good to eat, sleep in a warm bed, that sorta thing.
Instead, the guy goes to the track, and puts the money on the horse named Don't Despair.
Horse wins, and the payout is $8000 at odds of 80:1 that that horse would do actually take the point.
So the guy comes back and gives her eight large saying she had it coming.
Edit: CHUCKLE MERRILY IMPACT, FOR IT IS CLEVER.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 12:02 pm
Oh we have horses a plenty, even a number on campus part of one of the bio fields.
I've just never seen or heard of any race tracks for legal gambling around my area. Like even those dog tracks a few hours away; they aren't even on land, they're on a river.
EDIT:
I understand that now. So what's the moral of the story? Gambling is okay?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 12:04 pm
It's not one of Aesop's Fables mayn, s'just a joke.
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