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[Funnier than a day care run by Jacko and the Croc Hunter!]
 
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 Fogie's Folly

Greetings, Laff Lovers!!!

Let's take a look at my email from the last few weeks, shall we...

Fogie, Where the hell are my Follies?
      -Everybody, their brothers and the horses they rode in on

Well, it all started the Friday before Thanksgiving (imagine flashback sequence here)...

"Hey, Fogie," said JOE as he drifted into my office. The internal server is almost at capacity with all of your guys' crap. I'm gonna go ahead and add some more storage before you completely bog down the system. I'll do it over the weekend since I'll be off all next week."

(Now imagine one of those movie sequences that shows time passing... you know, clock hands spinning and then calendar pages being torn off, that sort of thing, until you get to Monday...)

Knox came crashing into my office, chewing a piece of Bazooka JOE bubble gum. "Where the hell are my Follier files?"

"What are you ranting about?" I asked, pouring myself another cup of JOE.

Then Dwight JOggEd in. "I can't find any of our graphics... no images, no buttons, no banners, no lines, no funny pics. Not even that really funny one that JerOmE from JOliEt, Il. sent in."

Before I could even answer, Chet was JOckEying for position. "All my advertising and sales files are gone!"

As much as I usually enJOyEd seeing the boys' veins pop out on their wee brains, i could tell this was nothing to reJOicE about. So, I turned down the JOE Walsh cd that I was listening to and asked, "Is this some kinda JOkE?"

I turned to my pc and tried to caJOlE it into showing me my folly files. No luck... everything gone, wiped cleaner than my chin after eating sloppy JOEs. "Jumpin' JehOsEphat," I cried.

"See," said Chet. "What the hell did JOE do to our files?!?"

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa," I said. "We don't have any evidence that points to him doing this. He only added another storage drive over the weekend and he's certainly not just some JOE Blow off the street when it comes to the servers. And I simply will not allow you to go around accusing people of things without thoroughly examining the situation. What do you think this is, communist Russia under JOsEph Stalin?"

Just then my phone rang. "I'm sorry, Aunt JOycE, but I'm kinda in the middle of a huge problem. I'll have to call you back. tell Uncle JerOmE 'hello' for me."

Then Dwight and Knox JOinEd Chet in the accusation. "That JOkEr lost all of our work. It will take us weeks to get everything rebuilt! The readers are gonna be JOnEsin' hard for their Follies and then the nasty emails will really start flying. You know it ticks off every average JOE when they can't tell you how much they hate you!"

"Look, guys," I said, "I'm just not a 'blame it on somebody' kinda dude without some solid evidence to back it up. And i won't play the blame game when the man isn't even here to defend himself. You have to have faith in people, especially this time of year. I mean what if JOsEph hadn't had faith in Mary?"

They JOustEd with me a bit more, but finally calmed down and we adJOurnEd.

Anyway, Folliers, however it happened, and I'm certainly not gonna point the finger at JOE, we truly lost our stockpiles of JOkEs, lists, pics, quotes, links, and yes, even nekkid Follier submissions. They have simply JOurnEyed into the black hole of our server somewhere. So, if you had sent anything into us prior to November 24 and it hasn't been published, please resubmit it to us and help us rebuild our pool.

Well, I better call Aunt JOycE and Uncle JerOmE back and then I think I'll listen to my JOE Cocker cd.

Happy New Year, Folliers. All our best to you and your families. It's nice to be back.

JocOsEly,

me

 Maniacal Media

This UK commercial for Playstation certainly got our attention!

 

Just click here to go to the FREE Member's Area for this and more hilarious audio clips, videos and other stuff!

 Thanks to Randy, Newport News, VA

Little Johnny was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He'd been playing outside for a while when he came into the house and asked her, "Grandma, what is it called when people are sleeping on top of each other?"

She was a little taken aback, but decided to tell him the truth. "It's called sexual intercourse, darling."

Little Johnny just said, "OK" and went back outside to play.

A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, "Grandma, it is not called sexual intercourse! It's called bunk beds!"

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 Random Thought

If I could get all the people in my life who have ever done mean things to me in one room, I wouldn't go in there because, damn, those are some mean people!
      ~LeMel Hebert-Williams

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 Notable Quotables
"Go, and never darken my towels again."
      ~Groucho Marx

"I don't want yes-men around me. I want everybody to tell me the truth even if it costs them their jobs."
      ~Samuel Goldwyn

"I stayed up all night playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."
      ~Steven Wright

 Notorious News
Weird and Wacky Reigned Supreme in 2003

LONDON (Reuters) - From the Polish undertaker caught smuggling cigarettes in a hearse to a pair of one-legged Brazilian prisoners skipping jail, the weird and wacky reigned supreme around the world in 2003.

Oddball tales abounded with Canadian prisoners being offered fruit-flavored condoms, Cambodians being urged to eat more dogs and China axing hemorrhoid TV ads during meal times.

Tales of love gone sour were plentiful. A Filipino housewife wreaked revenge on her hapless spouse by cutting off his penis while he slept, after she discovered text messages from another woman on his mobile phone. Not to be outdone, an Italian pensioner beat her husband to death with a scrubbing brush because the couple had never had children.

Vasectomies caused some truly weird headlines. In London, a vasectomy brought train services grinding to a halt. A trainee driver fell out of his cab after fainting over fellow workers' graphic descriptions of the operation. A Brazilian man who went to a clinic to have an aching ear checked ended up having a vasectomy after mistakenly believing that the doctor had called his name. In Tanzania, a man cut off his genitals in an attempt to win sympathy from friends and relatives after squandering the money they lent him on prostitutes and alcohol.

The animal kingdom invariably raises a smile and 2003 was no exception. Possums on a power trip in New Zealand sparked a blaze when they climbed a pole and short-circuited the electricity line. Queen bees now have to slum it under new European Union (news - web sites) rules which only allow a retinue of 20 bees to accompany the queen on her voyage. A French hunter was shot by his dog after he left a loaded shotgun in the boot of his car with two dogs, and one accidentally stepped on the trigger. Cambodian canines had to run for cover after people in Phnom Penh were urged to eat more dogs as part of a crackdown on stray mutts wandering around the capital. A German man who taught his dog Adolf to give a Hitler salute by raising his right paw was charged with violating Germany's anti-Nazi laws.

German humor was once thought to be as scarce as tasty British food, charming French waiters and punctual Italian trains, but a new generation of Germans have developed a taste for the offbeat. A priest in Duisburg used an old washing machine to brew beer, a stumbling bank robber in Giessen forgot to cut open eye slits in his mask and 937 Germans set a mass yodeling record.

But no corner of the earth was off-limits for the bizarre. Fijians apologized to descendants of a British missionary killed and eaten by their ancestors more than 130 years ago. Moscow's Bolshoi Theater sacked an ice-cream-loving prima ballerina, saying she was too heavy and too tall for most of her dance partners to lift. Six British schoolboys were rushed to hospital after taking the erection-enhancing drug Viagra at lunchtime for a dare. But at least they were spared the constant embarrassment of a British couple who were forced to change houses because of the shame caused by the name of their street -- Butt Hole Road.

[Enjoy the new year, Folliers. And let's all pray that 2004 provides as much to laugh at as did 2003.]

 Thanks to Lana, Durham, NC
A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town, "What a peaceful and loving couple." A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.

"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled. My wife quietly said, “That's once.”

We proceeded a little further and the mule stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, “That's twice.”

We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled the third time.

My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the mule dead.

I started an angry protest over her treatment of the mule, when she looked at me, and quietly said, “That's once”.

And we lived happily ever after.

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 Thanks to Kingfish, Seattle, WA

A man walks into his doctor's office and sits down in the waiting room. While he is waiting his turn to be seen, a casual acquaintance walks in and sits down next to him. The newcomer asks "W w what are yyy you ddd doing here?"

The man replies, "I am waiting to see the doctor."

"W wwhy dd do yyy you wwant to sss see hhim?"

The man replies, "Well, if you must know, I have a prostate problem.

"A pp prostate ppp problem, wwhat's ttthat?"

"Well, if you must know. I pee like you talk."

 Lock & Load Link

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 Ludicrous List
Top 10 Signs You're Sick of the Holidays

10. You've got red and green bags under your eyes.

  9. You're serving reindeer pot pie.

  8. When you hear, "Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?," you scream, "No! I'm not listening!"

  7. You climb on your roof and start shooting carolers in the ass with your BB gun.

  6. You think you hear your Christmas tree taunting you.

  5. Instead of spending time with family, you're watching some guy make photo copies.

  4. You're busted for running through town wearing nothing but mistletoe.

  3. You've got eggnog coming out of your ears.

  2. Your standard response, "And happy holidays to you too, you bastard."

  1. Two words: tinsel rash.

 Folly Fallout

You never write any funny rants anymore. Go screw yourself. -Susan
[Sounds like somebody's got a crush, eh Susie?]

Fogie, Why don't you just come and have sex with me? Your wife doesn't need to know -Paula
[Because unlike your daddy, I don't have sex with whatever skank is handy. Out of curiosity, do guys have to pour a six pack down your neck first or will you just give it up in the back seat of their car?]

omg u crack me up-your such a smart ass its great...the world needs more ppl like u -ashley
[And it needs less people like you. Now, wipe your nose.]

If I were to make a prediction for the next year, I'd predict you and Knox patch your differences and you two crazy love birds get it together. You'll wake up in some cheap motel suffering from a hangover and sleeping next to you will be Knox with the wedding ring on him. Aaaahhh, love. -Dave
[Nice try, Nostradamus, there's not enough booze in the world to even get me to tell him good freakin' morning.]

someone tell Lisa to shut her piehole. I happen to know the definitions of every word fogie utilizes. -dawn in so cal.
[Are you going to take that, Lisa?]

Fogie: Your wife will someday realize how very miserable she is and that she married you during a fleeting moment of weakness. She'll leave you where you deserve to be -- alone. -Kathie
[Believe it or not, I think she really loves me. But if she ever does leave, I won't be alone... I can't seem to beat you skanks off with a stick. Which reminds me, tell your mom "hi" for me.]

 Thanks to Monte
Patrick, Dino and Kawoski are in a bar. They are having a good time and all agree that the bar is a nice place. Then Patrick says, "Aye, this is a nice bar, but where I come from, back in Dublin, there's a better one. At MacDougal's, you buy a drink, you buy another drink, and MacDougal himself will buy your third drink. The others agree that sounds like a nice place.

Then Dino says, "Yeah, that's a nice bar, but where I come from, there's a better one. Over in Brooklyn, there's this place, Vinny's. At Vinny's, you buy a drink, Vinny buys you a drink. You buy anudda drink, Vinny buys you anudda drink. Everyone agrees that sounds like a great bar.

Then Kawoski says, "You think that's great? Where I come from, there's this place called Warshowski's. At Warshowski's, they buy you your first drink, they buy you your second drink, they buy you your third drink, and then, they take you in the back and youhave sex!"

"Wow!" say the other two. "That's fantastic! Did that actually happen to you?"

"No," replies Kawoski, "but it happened to my sister!"

 Trivial Tidbit
Hippophobia is the fear of horses.
 Word Whimsy

Airdirt

A hanging plant that's been ignored for three weeks or more.

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Have a very LARGE day, Folliers!!!

me


 
 

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