Redmon (2016-12-04 02:58:22)

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Have you heard of the Polish couple with their 5 children that were driving and then their truck suddenly swerved off the road into a river, the parents could get out fine but the five children couldn't open the tailgate?

Or the Asian couple in China that had a retarded baby and they named it Sum Ting Wong?

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2016-12-04 02:58:53

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TheAlexRider (2016-12-07 21:39:05)

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What exactly is the point of this thread?

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AntiChrist (2016-12-07 21:45:32)

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I'm assuming this is a joke thread, so I'll put it in miscellaneous

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AlexAlmighty (2016-12-08 00:58:55)

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John Smith looked at the tattered newspaper in his hands and felt sneezy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy surroundings. He had always hated rural Chicago with its horrible, handsome hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sneezy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of John Smith 2.0. John Smith was a grateful animal with scrawny ankles and vast fingers.

John gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a ruthless, energetic, beer drinker with vast ankles and wide fingers. His friends saw him as a vacant, vast vicar. Once, he had even helped a thundering mechanical pencil cross the road.

But not even a ruthless person who had once helped a thundering mechanical pencil cross the road, was prepared for what John Smith had in store today.

The rain hammered like bopping gerbils, making John cross.

As John stepped outside and John Smith came closer, he could see the wet glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want pants," John Smith bellowed, in a gentle tone. He slammed his fist against John's chest, with the force of 4313 cats. "I frigging hate you, John Smith."

John looked back, even more cross and still fingering the tattered newspaper. "John Smith, I love toothpaste," he replied.

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two late, loose lizards swimming at a very generous disco, which had piano music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles swimming to the beat.

John regarded John Smith's scrawny ankles and vast fingers. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered John Smith.

"Please?" begged John with puppy dog eyes.

John Smith looked sparkly, his body blushing like a grated, grieving gun.

Then John Smith came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END

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