Friday, October 12, 2012

Be-lated Friday Funny

A woman from a small southern town goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary for her recently deceased husband is written. The newspaper editor informs her the fee for the obituary is a dollar per word.

She pauses, reflects and then says,

"Well, then, just let it read, 'Billy Bob died.'"

Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor says,

"Sorry ma'am but there's a seven-word minimum on all obituaries."

A little flustered, she thinks things over and replies,

"In that case, let it read: 'Billy Bob died - red truck for sale.'



John Galt said...

Saw Atlas Shrugged II this afternoon.

If you don't go see it, you're a BarakBag fukkin Commie.


I don't NEED to see it. I live it.

John Galt said...

Who is that Shit Munky destroying the US?

Schteveo said...

I'm with Braaaaaaaaaaack, I'm living it. But is the JOKE funny!?

Spider said...


Here are a few familiar sayings, the origins of which are from British sailing warships:

British warships served meals on square wooden plates, hence the term, square meal.

The ships sails were controlled by hundreds of ropes that new sailors had to learn, hence the term, learning the ropes.

While in port, prostitutes were allowed on board to service the sailors. To get some privacy the sailors would bed them between the cannons. If a prostitute had a male child he was refered to as a, son of a gun.

BOW said...

Son of a gun. I didn't know that!