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                                                O Canada!

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                                                  Our home

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                                                    and native land!

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                                                      True patriot love in all thy sons command.

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                                                        With glowing hearts we see thee rise,

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                                                          The True North strong and free!

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                                                            From far and wide

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                                                              O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

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                                                                God keep our land glorious and free!

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                                                                  #282
                                                                  Sunday School

                                                                  Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?'' When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep.

                                                                  A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep. Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?'' And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!'' The Teacher fainted.

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                                                                  • cornhusker
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                                                                    #283
                                                                    Bozo's Big Beautiful Ass

                                                                    There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey. The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey.
                                                                    "Anywhere I go, she goes."
                                                                    "I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television. He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was.
                                                                    ''Great!'' replied Bozo. ''How much do I have to pay?'' he asks.
                                                                    ''One thousand dollars for the food.''
                                                                    ''But I haven't touched the food."
                                                                    ''It was right there, so you should have. Two thousand dollars for the TV."
                                                                    ''But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!''
                                                                    ''It was there, so you should have. Five thousand for sleeping on the bed."
                                                                    ''But I slept on the floor!''
                                                                    ''It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars."
                                                                    ''You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey.''
                                                                    ''But sir, I didn't screw your donkey.''
                                                                    ''It was there. You should have!''

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                                                                    • cornhusker
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                                                                      #284
                                                                      Cartwheeling for Cash

                                                                      One day a little girl came running into her house yelling, "Mommy, I got five dollars!"
                                                                      The mother was curious, so she asked her child where she got the five dollars from.

                                                                      The little girl replied, ''Tommy down the street gave me five dollars for doing cartwheel while he sat in the tree.

                                                                      The mother told her daughter, "Don't you know that Tommy is just trying to see your panties."

                                                                      ''OOOOhhhh'' said the little girl.

                                                                      The next day the little girl came running into the house yelling, "Mommy, I got ten dollars. The mother asked, "Where did you get the ten dollars from?"

                                                                      The little girl replied, "Tommy down the street gave me ten dollars for doing a cartwheel while he sat up in the tree and laughed."

                                                                      The mother replied, "Didn't I tell you that he is...''

                                                                      Before the mother could finish, the little girl said, ''Wait Mommy. I tricked him, I didn't wear any panties today.''

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                                                                      • cornhusker
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                                                                        #285
                                                                        Pharmacist Phun

                                                                        A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl tells him that after dinner, she would like to have sex with him for the first time.

                                                                        The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacy to get some condoms. The pharmacist helps the boy for about half an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy a 3-pack, 10-pack or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.

                                                                        That night, the boy shows up at the girls parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents! Come on in!"

                                                                        The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down 10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."

                                                                        The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your father was a pharmacist!"

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                                                                        • cornhusker
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                                                                          New Priest In Town

                                                                          There was an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish confessing to adultery.
                                                                          One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, "If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I'll quit!"

                                                                          Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone who had committed adultery would say instead that they had 'fallen.'

                                                                          This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well until the priest passed away at a ripe old age.

                                                                          A few days after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.

                                                                          "Mayor, you have to do something about the sidewalks in town. When people come into the confessional, they keep telling me they've fallen."

                                                                          The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word. But, before he could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at him and shouted, "I don't know what you're laughing about, because your wife has fallen three times this week!"

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                                                                            Hired Help

                                                                            A guy dials his home and a strange woman answers.
                                                                            The guy says, ''Who is this?''

                                                                            ''This is the maid,'' answers the woman.

                                                                            ''We don't have a maid,'' says the man.

                                                                            The woman says, ''I was hired this morning by the lady of the house.''

                                                                            The man says, ''Well, this is her husband. Is she there?''

                                                                            The woman replies, ''She is upstairs in the bed room with someone who I figured was her husband.''

                                                                            The guy is fuming and says to the maid, ''Listen, would you like to make $50,000?''

                                                                            The maid says, ''What will I have to do?''

                                                                            The man tells her, ''I want you to get my gun from the desk, and shoot the witch and the jerk she's with.''

                                                                            The maid puts the phone down; the man hears footsteps and then two gun shots.

                                                                            The maid comes back to the phone, ''What do I do with the bodies?''

                                                                            The man says, ''Throw them in the swimming pool.''

                                                                            Puzzled, the maid answers, ''But you don't have a pool.''

                                                                            A long pause and the man says, ''Is this 567-5309?''

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                                                                            • cornhusker
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                                                                              #288
                                                                              Who's the Boss?

                                                                              A young couple on their wedding night were in their honeymoon suite.
                                                                              As they were undressing for bed, the husband, a big burly man, tossed his trousers to his new bride. He said, "Here, put these on."

                                                                              She put them on and the waist was twice the size of her body.

                                                                              "I can't wear your trousers." she said.

                                                                              "That's right,'' said the husband, "and don't you ever forget it. I'm the man who wears the pants in this family."

                                                                              With that she flipped him her panties and said, "Try these on."

                                                                              He tried them on and found he could only get them on as far as his kneecaps.

                                                                              "Hell," he said. ''I can't get into your panties!"

                                                                              She replied, "That's right...and that's the way it is going to stay until your attitude changes."

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                                                                              • cornhusker
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                                                                                Fifty-Dollar Bet

                                                                                This guy who works at a pickle factory comes home and hands his wife 50 dollars. She asked him what it was from and he told her that he won it in a bet -- the guys at the factory bet him 50 dollars that he wouldn't stick his dick in the pickle slicer.
                                                                                The wife was surprised and said she wanted to make sure he was still intact. He pulled down his pants and, indeed, it was all there, unharmed.
                                                                                ?But what about the pickle slicer,? asked the wife, perplexed. ?Oh, she liked it too,? answered the husband.

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                                                                                • cornhusker
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                                                                                  Door Hinge

                                                                                  A couple just got a new house. The husband turned to his wife and ask her to go to the hardware store and get a door hinge for him. She kindly agreed and left.
                                                                                  When she got to the hardware store, got the hinge, and put it on the counter in fornt of the clerk. He noticed that she didn't have any screws for it, so he asked her ''Do you want a screw for that hinge?''

                                                                                  She looked back at him and said ''No, but I'll blow you for that toaster in the window.''

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                                                                                    Keeping In Under The Kilt

                                                                                    In Scotland, the most important time for a young lad is when he "comes of age" and is allowed to purchase and wear his first kilt.

                                                                                    A couple of weeks before, his important birthday, a young lad went to a tailor shop and found the material he wanted for his first kilt. He took the material to the tailor and said, "I'd like ye to make me a kilt with this material here and, if ye don't mind, I'd like ye to make me a pair of matching underwear for it. I hear it gets a might drafty up dem tings!"

                                                                                    So the tailor took the material and promised to call the young lad when the order was completed.

                                                                                    A few days later, the tailor called the lad back to the shop. "Here's ye kilt, and here's ye matching underwear, and here's five yards of the material left over. Ye might want to take it home and keep it in case you want anything else made of it."

                                                                                    So the lad rushed home with his order, threw the material in his room, and donned his kilt. In his excitement, he decided to run to his girlfriend's house to show off his new purchase.

                                                                                    Unfortunately, in his excitement, he forgot to don his underwear.

                                                                                    When his girlfriend answered the door, he pointed to his kilt and said, "well, what'd ye think?"

                                                                                    "Ah, but dat's a fine looking kilt," she exclaimed.

                                                                                    "Aye, and if ye like it, ye'll really like what's underneath," he stated as he lifted his kilt to show here.

                                                                                    ;Oh, but dat's a dandy," his girlfriend shouted admiringly.

                                                                                    Still not realizing that he didn't have his underwear on he exclaimed quite proudly, "aye, and if ye like it, I've got five more yards of it at home!"

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                                                                                      The Model Lodger

                                                                                      Doris and Fred had started their retirement years and decided to raise some extra cash by advertising for a lodger in their terrace house.
                                                                                      After a few days, a young attractive woman applied for the room and explained that she was a model working in a near-by city center studio for a few weeks and that she would like the room from Mondays to Thursdays, but would pay for the whole week.

                                                                                      Doris showed her the house and they agreed to start straight away.

                                                                                      "There's just one problem," explained the model. "Because of my job, I have to have a bath every night, and I notice you don't have a bath."

                                                                                      "That's not a problem," replied Doris. "We have a tin bath out in the yard and we bring it into the living room in front of the fire and fill it with hot water."

                                                                                      "What about your husband? asked the model.

                                                                                      "Oh, he plays darts most weekdays, so he will be out in the evenings," replied Doris.

                                                                                      "Good," said the model. "Now that that's been settled, I'll go to the studio and see you tonight."

                                                                                      That evening, Fred dutifully went to his darts match while Doris prepared the bath for the model. After stripping off, the model stepped into the bath. Doris was amazed to see that she had no pubic hair.

                                                                                      The model noticed Doris' staring eyes, so she smiled and explained that it is part of her job to shave herself, especially when modeling swimmer or underclothes.

                                                                                      Later when Fred returned, Doris related this oddity and he does not believe her.

                                                                                      "It's true, I tell you!" said Doris. "Look, if you don't believe me, tomorrow night I'll leave the curtains slightly open and you can peek in and see for yourself."

                                                                                      The next night, Fred left as usual and Doris prepared the bath for the model. As the model stepped naked into the bath, Doris stood behind her.

                                                                                      Doris looked towards the curtains and pointed towards the model's naked pubic area. Then she lifted up her skirt and wearing no panties, pointed to her own hairy mass.

                                                                                      Later Fred returned and they retired to bed.

                                                                                      "Well, do you believe me now?" she asked Fred. "Yes, he replied. "I've never seen anything like it in my life. But why did you lift up your skirt and show yourself?"

                                                                                      "Just to show you the difference," answered Doris. "But I guess you've seen me millions of times."

                                                                                      "Yes, said Fred, I have - but the rest of the dart team hadn't."

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                                                                                        Tales From The Shire

                                                                                        Two hobbits walk into a bar where one of them picks up a barfly. They taker her to ta local motel; the first hobbit goes into the motel room while the other waits outside. Once the door closes, the hobbit on the outside hears starnge noises through the door, "I can't do it, I can't do it, I CAN'T DO IT!"
                                                                                        In the morning, the second hobbit askes the first, "How did it go?" The first one answers. "It was embarrassing. I simply couldn''t do it."

                                                                                        The second hobbit shook his head. "Manhood problems, eh?"

                                                                                        "No. I couldnt get on the bed!"

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                                                                                          #294
                                                                                          Massively Kewl Knock Knock Jokes!!!

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Sorry, wrong door.
                                                                                          Okay.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Federal Express
                                                                                          Federal Express who?
                                                                                          I don?t know. I just deliver packages.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Tom.
                                                                                          Tom who?
                                                                                          Tom Buchanan.
                                                                                          Hi Tom.

                                                                                          Knock knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Pizza delivery guy.
                                                                                          Pizza delivery guy who?
                                                                                          You ordered a pizza?
                                                                                          Yes.
                                                                                          I?m the guy delivering it.
                                                                                          Great.

                                                                                          Knock knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Susan.
                                                                                          Susan who?
                                                                                          Susan Caldwell.
                                                                                          I?ll be right out, Susan.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there.
                                                                                          You might be a redneck if? you think tobacco is a vegetable.
                                                                                          You might be a redneck if? you think tobacco is a vegetable who?
                                                                                          I thought this was a redneck joke.
                                                                                          Nope. It?s a knock, knock joke.
                                                                                          Oops.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Boo
                                                                                          Boo who
                                                                                          Don?t get so upset, crybaby!
                                                                                          What?
                                                                                          Ha! Ha! I made you say ?boo-hoo?
                                                                                          You?re a real idiot.
                                                                                          That wasn?t necessary.

                                                                                          Knock knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Creeping penis.
                                                                                          Creeping penis who?
                                                                                          I?m not crazy, I just need to get off this island. The doctors don?t believe I invented the chocolate éclair. But I did. I?m going to burn them all and drink soup from their skulls! Happy soup! Untie me and I?ll kill you last!

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Yo mama
                                                                                          Yo mama who?
                                                                                          Yo mama so fat, she caught a flesh-eating virus and that was three years ago.
                                                                                          I bet you?re fat, huh?
                                                                                          I?m?
                                                                                          You are, aren?t you? Fat!
                                                                                          I?m plumpish.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          FBI!
                                                                                          ?
                                                                                          ?
                                                                                          Hello? FBI! Let us in!
                                                                                          ?
                                                                                          ?nobody here?
                                                                                          Oh. Let?s go boys!
                                                                                          (Phew!)

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          There?s a dead old woman in your driveway.
                                                                                          There?s a dead old woman in your driveway who?
                                                                                          No. Seriously. There?s a dead old woman in your driveway.
                                                                                          Actually, that?s just my piss-drunk bar slut of a grandmother. She sells toothless mouth love for ?mind eraser? shooters at the Tyson?s Mall TGIFriday?s. Let the whore sleep it off.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Who?s there?
                                                                                          Henry.
                                                                                          Henry who?
                                                                                          Henry Kissinger. Did you know that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac?
                                                                                          I?m not opening the door Henry.
                                                                                          Damn.

                                                                                          Knock, knock
                                                                                          Tremble mortal and despair ? it is I, THE ANGEL OF DEATH!
                                                                                          Tremble mortal and despair ? it is I, THE ANGEL OF DEATH who?
                                                                                          Actually, I?m here for Jones in #D1 but I need to take a monster crap and I hate to kill and THEN use the bathroom, you know? Its rude and the other way around, well it ruins my dramatic entrance. So?
                                                                                          You want to use my toilet?
                                                                                          Yeah?
                                                                                          Go right ahead.
                                                                                          Got anything to read?
                                                                                          Just the crossword.
                                                                                          You finished it.
                                                                                          Sorry?
                                                                                          Hold my scythe.
                                                                                          Hey! Don?t forget to light a match.

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                                                                                            #295
                                                                                            The First Lady's patriotic duties

                                                                                            What do George Bush's wife and the American flag have in common?
                                                                                            They both go down in the name of the president.

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                                                                                              #296
                                                                                              J.Lo and doorknobs

                                                                                              What does J.Lo and a doorknobs have in common?
                                                                                              Everyone gets a turn.

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                                                                                                The Tomato Family

                                                                                                The Tomato family is walking down the street. There's the mama tomato, the papa tomato and baby tomato.
                                                                                                They're walking at a good pace when the baby starts lagging behind. Papa tomato starts getting mad. By the third block papa is so furious that he runs back and with his fist, squashes baby tomato.
                                                                                                He smiles and says, ''Ketchup!'''

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                                                                                                  Golfing in the Woods

                                                                                                  Q: These days, what do you need to shoot to win a professional golf tournament?
                                                                                                  A: Tiger Woods.

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                                                                                                    Some Things You Just CAN'T

                                                                                                    One day, a farmer walked into a bar and asked the bartender for the strongest thing in the bar.
                                                                                                    "What's wrong, fella?" asked the bartender.

                                                                                                    ''Some things you just can't explain."

                                                                                                    ''Try me.''

                                                                                                    "Okay. I was milking my cow this morning and I filled the bucket clear to the top. Then the dumb cow knocked it down with her left leg, so I grabbed some string and ties her left leg up. Then I milked her again and the stupid cow knocked it down with her right leg. So I grabbed some string and tied up her right leg. I then milked her again and the cow knocked it down with her tail. But this time I was out of string, so I decided to use my belt, so I tied it up with my belt. Just then my pants fell down and my wife walked in.''

                                                                                                    "You're right," said the bartender. "Some things you just can't explain."

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                                                                                                      #300
                                                                                                      Dummy e-mail

                                                                                                      How do you know if a dummy has been sending e-mail?

                                                                                                      You see a buch of envelopes stuffed into the disk drive.

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