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Sometimes, people tell a story, and it has no point. You are left wondering what they were trying to say. Sunday, when Zero and I were playing golf, we were paired with a couple of other guys. At one point, when we had been discussing the noise from the next door gun range, one of the guys started talking about a show he had seen. About a cop that had been shot, but as he was laying there, he shot at the guy that shot him. Hitting the car. Twenty years later, or something, they find out that he had actually shot the guy that shot him as well. I dont know if the guy telling this to us had a point, but I think it got lost. It was pretty much "I saw this show, and this happened, and I thought it was interesting". Maybe he just didn't tell it well. Maybe something in his indeterminate spanish accent caused me to just lose the thread of the story, but much like this post, I found it pretty pointless.

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Two sausages are in a frying pan;

One Sausage looks at the other and says, "gee it's getting hot in here".

The other Sausage grabs his face in mock surprise, and exclaims, "Oh Jimmy Dean, a talking Sausage"!

~Jimmy Dean leans back carefully in the hand carved oak rocker, enjoying the morning air, and the quiet sunrise over 150 acres of prime pasture land. It's morning here, and right now, that is all that matters.

Two lesbians are driving across the Nevada desert on route 66.

They spot a man on a sand dune about 100 meters north of the highway.

He's in a canoe - using a discarded and banged up car door as a paddle; making excrutiatingly slow progress across the sand in his canoe.

The lesbian in the passenger seat turns to the lesbian driving the car and says "If i knew how to swim, i'd go out there and KICK HIS ASS."



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