Thursday, November 17, 2011

Timmy


Timmy: Mommy, I have a drinking problem.
Mom: Oh my God! Timmy, you're only six! This is your no good father’s fault!
Dad: My fault? Maybe if you weren’t such a stuck up leech I wouldn’t have to drink!
Mom: You idiot! This family doesn’t need you! Get out!
Dad: I’m going!
Mom: Now tell me about your drinking problem, Timmy.
Timmy: If jack has three cans of Pepsi, and he drinks one, how many does he have left?



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  1. stephen HayesFriday, November 18, 2011 at 11:14:00 AM PST

    This gave me a good laugh. I just discovered your blog and I think its great. Thanks for stopping by The Chubby Chatterbox. Hope to see you again.

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  2. IT (aka Ivan Toblog)Friday, November 18, 2011 at 11:43:00 AM PST

    Mostly I do this for the laughs... and to vent.

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  3. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comSunday, November 20, 2011 at 10:30:00 AM PST

    Touche. That's a great one, IT. It reminds me of my current thanksgiving post too.
    xoRobyn

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