I just told you guys!! LOL

The soul says, “Ah - Eagles”

And the eagles are SUPPOSED to say “Ah - men”

Get it?

Ah - men = amen…........

But they’re souls anyway and NOT men, so they’re SUPPOSED to say “Ah - souls,” but whatever!! 😛

Andreux=big mouth
You’re SUPPOSED to let everyone else rile in the agony of it like a splinter that just won’t come out.

[quote author=“Andreux”]I just told you guys!! LOL

The soul says, “Ah - Eagles”

And the eagles are SUPPOSED to say “Ah - men”

Get it?

Ah - men = amen…........

But they’re souls anyway and NOT men, so they’re SUPPOSED to say “Ah - souls,” but whatever!! 😛

You know what’s sad….I actually said to myself “The eagles would say Ah-Men” and I still didn’t catch on ....lol

-=relik

[quote author=“8link”]Andreux=big mouth
You’re SUPPOSED to let everyone else rile in the agony of it like a splinter that just won’t come out.

Oh, blah =p I had a splinter once in my finger that was as long as a pin needle. It hurt like hell!! I don’t want others to go through that kind of pain 😉 haha!

This guy walks into a bar on the top of a very tall building. He sits down, orders a huge beer, chugs it, walks over to the window, and jumps out. Five minutes later, the guy walks into the bar again, orders another huge beer, chugs it, walks over to the window, and jumps out again. Five minutes later, he re-appears and repeats the whole thing. About half an hour later, another guy at the bar stops the first guy and says, “hey, how the heck are you doing that?!” The first guy responds, “oh, it’s really simple physics. When you chug the beer, it makes you all warm inside and since warm air rises, if you just hold your breath you become lighter than air and float down to the sidewalk.” “WOW!” exclaims the second man, “I gotta try that!” So he orders a huge beer, chugs it, goes over to the window, jumps out, and splats on the sidewalk below. The bartender looks over to the first man and says, “Superman, you’re a jerk when you’re drunk.”

OMG Wasn’t it you that said that joke?! I’ve seen that joke somewhere on this website!! I think it was you! LOL

Yea, I might have posted it somewhere before, but its still funny!

One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the
local church. “Reverend,” she said, “I have a problem, my
husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It’s very
embarrassing. What should I do?”

“I have an idea,” said the minister. “Take this hatpin with you.
I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will
motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a
good poke in the leg.”

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing
this, the preacher put his plan to work. “And who made the
ultimate sacrifice for you?” he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.

“Jesus!”, Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the
hatpin.

“Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones,” said the minister. Soon, Mr.
Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. “Who is
your redeemer?” he asked the congregation, motioning towards
Mrs. Jones.

“God!” Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

“Right again,” said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr.
Jones again winked off. However, this time the minister did not
notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few
motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her
husband with the hatpin again.

The minister asked, “And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore
him his 99th son?”

Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, “You stick that
goddamned thing in me one more time and I’ll break it in half
and shove it up your ass!”

“Amen,” replied the congregation.

very old, but this is really my favorite:

My Dog Named Sex

Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him “Rover” or “Spot”. I call mine Sex. Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to the City Hall to renew the dog’s license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, “I would like to have one too!” Then I said, “But she is a dog!” He said he didn’t care what she looked like. I said, “You don’t understand. ... I have had Sex since I was nine years old.” He replied, “You must have been quite a strong boy.” When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, “But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex.” He said he didn’t want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace. My family was barred from the church from then on.

When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog with me. When we checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for me and my wife and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the motel is a place for sex. I said, “You don’t understand. ... Sex keeps me awake at night.” The clerk said, “Me too!”

One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest. He said that I should have sold my own tickets. “You don’t understand,” I said, “I hoped to have Sex on TV.” He called me a show off.

When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, “Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but Sex left me after I was married.” The Judge said, “Same here!”

Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her. A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o’clock in the morning. I said, “I’m looking for Sex.”—My case comes up next Thursday.

Well now I’ve been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me, “What seems to be the trouble?” I replied, “Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has left me for ever. I can’t live any longer being so lonely.” and the doctor said, “Look mister, you should understand that sex isn’t a man’s best friend so go get yourself a dog.”

[quote author=“Relik”]

You know what’s sad….I actually said to myself “The eagles would say Ah-Men” and I still didn’t catch on ....lol

-=relik

Ah-Men, isn’t the joke.

The Test

Three men who were lost in the forest were captured by
cannibals. The cannibal king told the prisoners that they could
live if they pass a trial. The first step of the trial was to go
to the forest and get ten pieces of the same kind of fruit. So
all three men went separate ways to gather fruits.

The first one came back and said to the king, “I brought ten
apples.” The king then explained the trial to him. “You have to
shove the fruits up your butt without any expression on your
face or you’ll be eaten.”

The first apple went in… but on the second one he winced out
in pain, so he was killed.

The second one arrived and showed the king ten berries. When the
king explained the trial to him he thought to himself that this
should be easy. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8… and on the
ninth berry he burst out in laughter and was killed.

The first guy and the second guy met in heaven. The first one
asked, “Why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?” The
second one replied, “I couldn’t help it, I saw the third guy
coming with pineapples.”

Ok… this is my last one and I’ll shut up.

Who Died the Worst Death?

Three men stand before St. Peter awaiting admission into Heaven.
However, St. Peter has been informed that Heaven will only admit
33% of applicants today. The admissions standard: Who died the
worst death? So, St. Peter takes each of the three men aside in
turn and asks them about how they died.

First man: “I’d been suspecting for a long time that my wife was
cheating on me. I decided to come home early from work one
afternoon and check to see if I could catch her in the act. When
I got back to my apartment, I heard the water running. My wife
was in the shower. I looked everywhere for the guy, but couldn’t
find anyone or any trace that he had been there. The last place
I looked was out on the balcony.

I found the bastard hanging from the edge, trying to get back
in! So I started jumping up and down on his hands, and he
yelled, but he didn’t fall. So I ran inside and got a hammer,
and crushed his fingers with it until he fell twenty-five floors
screaming in agony. But the fall didn’t kill the #######. He
landed in some bushes! So I dragged the refirgerator from the
kitchen (it weighed about a ton), pulled it to the balcony, and
hurled it over the edge. It landed right on the guy and killed
him. But then I felt so horrible about what I had done, I went
back into the bedroom and shot myself.”

St. Peter nodded slowly as the man recounted the story. Then,
telling the first man to wait, he took the second aside.

Second man: “I lived on the twenty-seventh floor of this
apartment building. I had just purchased this book on morning
exercises and was practicing them on my balcony, enjoying the
sunshine, when I lost my balance and fell off the edge. Luckily,
I only fell about two floors before grabbing another balcony and
holding on for dear life. I was trying to pull myself up when
this guy came running onto what must have been his balcony and
started jumping up and down on my hands. I screamed in pain, but
he seemed really irate. When he finally stopped, I tried to pull
myself up again, but he came out with a hammer and smashed my
fingers to a pulp! I fell, and I thought I was dead, but I
landed in some bushes. I couldn’t believe my second stroke of
luck, but it didn’t last. The last thing I saw was this enormous
refrigerator falling from the building down on top of me and
crushing me.”

St. Peter comforted the man, who seemed to have several broken
bones. Then he told him to wait, and turned to the third man.

Third man: “Picture this. You’re hiding, naked, in a
refrigerator…”

Two married buddies are out drinking one night when one turns to the other and says, “You know, I don’t know what to do. Whenever I go home after we’ve been out drinking, I turn the headlights off before I get to the driveway. I shut off the engine and coast into the garage. I take my shoes off before I go into the house, I sneak up the stairs, I get undressed in the bathroom. I ease into bed and my wife STILL wakes up and yells at me for staying out so late!”

His friend looks at him and says, “It’s all in the attitude, buddy.  You’re obviously taking the wrong approach. I screech into the driveway, slam the front door, storm up the steps, throw my clothes on the floor, jump naked into bed, slap her on the butt and say, “WHO’S HORNY!!??” and she acts like she’s sound asleep every time.”

:lol:

I think my joke was overlooked on da music board or something, so I thought I’d repost it here 😛 Hope y’all enjoy!