Taste Test

A third grade teacher was teaching her class about the body's senses. The lesson for today was concerned with the sense of taste.

She would have the children put a Lifesavor in their mouths with their eyes closed and then determine the flavor by the taste.

The children began to identify the flavors by their color.

First she gave them a red one that they identified it as cherry. Then a yellow one they decided was lemon. The green one was certainly lime and the orange one was orange.

Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers, but none of the children could identify the taste.

The teacher said, "I'll will give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father."

One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, "Oh my God! They're assholes!"

Devastating Carnage

Brace yourself before looking at the attached image.

A pilot at low level has no control over his aircraft. It narrowly misses a crowd gathered for the air show and slams into four buildings.

One can only imagine the horror of the occupants trapped inside those buildings.

Very, Very Slowly ...

On a beautiful summer's day, two English tourists were driving through Wales ...

At Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyllllantysiliogogoch, they stopped for lunch, and one of the tourists asked the waitress, "Before we order, I wonder if you could settle an argument for us. Can you pronounce where we are, very, very, very slowly?"

The girl leaned over and said, "Burrr-Gurrr-King."

Butts ...

Princess Letizia of Spain.
First lady Carla Bruni of France.
And, guess who?









And the fashinon sense ... oh my ...
"Sleeveless" is still all the rage ... right?

We always say ... if you've got a Big Butt ... put a bow on it to make certain you have everyone's attention.

An Irish Confession

A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to his priest, "I almost had an affair with another woman."

The priest said, "What do you mean, almost?"

The Irishman said, "Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but then I stopped."

The priest said, "Rubbing together is the same as putting it in. You're not to see that woman again. For your penance, say five Hail Mary's and put $50 in the poor box."

The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and then walked over to the poor box. He paused for a moment and then started to leave.

The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over to him saying, "I saw that. You didn't put any money in the poor box!"

The Irishman replied, "Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and according to you, that's the same as putting it in!"