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IS BROWN FACE AS OFFENSIVE AS BLACK FACE?

Posted in American Decline, amusant, Barry Goldwater, bilim adamları, buffo, Fashion Forward, gülen yüz, GOP, greannmhar, 스타게이트유니버스, 재미, αστείος, ανόητο άτομα, kluchtig, lächerlich, News, neşeli, скарлетт йоханссон, Paying Attention, photograph, Photography, Politics, Pre Columbian Knock-Knock Jokes, Romance Language Knock-Knock Jokes, What are you sick or something?, Why do people in other countries talk funny?, بشار الاسد, خنده, خنده دار on September 20, 2012 by paulboylan

Mitt Romney recently appeared on Univision – a Spanish language television station – in an attempt to appeal to latino voters. hPeople noticed something differentsabout how Romney looked before the Univision appearance and during.  See if you notice any difference:

Romney on September 16, 2012:

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Romney on September 17, 2012:

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Romney on September 18, 2012:

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Romney on September 19, 2012, appearing on Univision:

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I think Romney was drawing inspiration from former Mexican President Vincente Fox.

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“Mi pene es este ancho.”

The person who convinced Romney to rock the soul patch has a lot to answer for.

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THE SECRET TO MY EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL AND HAPPY MARRIAGE

Posted in おかしなふるまいの, अजीब, buffo, космическая девушка, пицца, Early Elizabethan Knock-Knock Jokes, gülen yüz, German Reformation Knock-Knock Jokes (1520-1553), greannmhar, Humor, 재미, αστείος, kluchtig, lächerlich, Lord of the Rings Knock-Knock Jokes, love, neşeli, смешной, Pre Columbian Knock-Knock Jokes, snaaks, مقاطع‏ ‏سكس‏ ‏مصارعه, 滑稽, מצחיק, خنده on January 26, 2012 by paulboylan

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Sex?  Sex is overrated.  Good sex is not the key to a successful and happy marriage.

Don’t get me wrong – sex is great.  Good sex is even better. And it is key.  But, in all honesty, by itself, it isn’t enough. I know plenty of guys great in bed who ended up alone.

The secret to my incredibly successful and happy marriage is the simple fact that, at least once a day, I make my wife laugh.

I don’t even pretend to understand it.  But, for some incredibly fucking mysterious reason, the tides of time and evolution have programmed women to want to be with men who make them laugh.

I think it has something to do with demonstrating that you “care.”  I don’t know what that means. Seriously.  I am, at rock bottom, an average guy. I have no idea what women want or need, especially when it comes to “caring” – which seems so important to women, but is so alien to men.

But, in order to make a woman laugh, you have to really, really, understand her. You have to know exactly those aspects of her personality and psyche that trigger a belly laugh. Preferably an uncontrollable belly laugh.  Yes. That is the best.  When your woman experiences an uncontrollable belly laugh that you engendered it is an amazing event, a magical moment, and it ends with love light shining out of her eyes.

And to be able to do that, a man must truly understand his woman. And, perhaps, that demonstrates the “caring” women seem to crave.

Whatever. Tonight I am waiting for the exactly perfect time, the perfect moment when something I say results in my wife, the love of my life, involuntarily laughing, with – if God is with me – champagne shooting out of her nose.

Verweile doch; du bist so schön. So, so schön.

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A Grim Fairy Tale – THREE STUPID WHALES

Posted in Food, Grim Fairy Tales, Isnt nature wonderful?, Our animal friends, photograph, Photography, Pre Columbian Knock-Knock Jokes, Sports on January 12, 2012 by paulboylan

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Once upon a time there were three grey whales trapped under the arctic ice.

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That alone is enough to make anyone wonder:  what is wrong with these three whales?  What kind of whales get themselves trapped beneath ice so they will most likely die because they can’t hold their breath long enough to swim beyond the frozen ice and out to the open sea?

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Okay, let’s just get past the fact that these whales were unusually stupid. Whales, for the most part, are fairly intelligent. They’ve survived for millions of years and the stupid ones have died out because they were too stupid to avoid obvious dangers – like getting trapped beneath an arctic ice sheet.  But every now and then one or two whales don’t get enough oxygen when they are born and they end up just a  little bit stupid. 

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The whales trapped beneath the arctic ice are three very stupid whales. They’re trapped. They are gonna die. That’s that. It is what it is. It has happened before. It will happen again.  Stupid is as stupid does, and  – over the course of geological time – stupid tends to die.

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But sometimes even the stupid get lucky.  In this case, the three stupid whales were discovered by a little blond girl who decided to try to save them.

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In all honesty, the details are a bit boring.  To make a long story short, the little blond girl convinced a bunch of white people to cut holes in the ice that the three stupid whales could use to breathe while they swam to the open sea.

And it worked. The whales – although stupid beyond reasonable belief – used the air holes carved out of the ice to breath as they made their way to the open ocean.

And when they got there – when they were finally free of the consequences of their own stupidity, when they finally broke into the open sea – they were set upon by a band of Native Americans in big canoes who  thrust hand-made harpoons into their flesh, puncturing their lungs, and killing them.

“Hey, thanks, white people!” the Native American arctic hunters shouted as they attached ropes to the three dead gray whales to tow them to their village, where the whales were beached and butchered for the traditional nutritional pleasure of the village.

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And the shame of it all –  the real tragedy here – is that the white people who helped bring the whales to the open sea were not allowed to eat any flesh of the whales they saved because, by law, only Native Americans are lawfully entitled to eat whale meat.

Sometimes, life isn’t fair.

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SUCH A DEAL

Posted in End of the World Knock-Knock Jokes, French Impressionistic Knock-Knock Jokes, German Reformation Knock-Knock Jokes (1520-1553), Internet Fun!, Is that really Ellie Goulding?, Paying Attention, Post Modern Knock-Knock Jokes, Pre Columbian Knock-Knock Jokes, Stupid People, Sumerian Knock-Knock Jokes, Victorian Era Knock-Knock Jokes on July 8, 2011 by paulboylan

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This is a real advertisement I found on the internet. I bet lots and lots of people jumped at the opportunity for such big savings.

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A Grim Fairy Tale – THE NOVICE

Posted in And now the snorting starts, Antique surgical instruments, Art, Astronomy, End of the World Knock-Knock Jokes, Evil Smiley Face, Food, Getting it Right, Grim Fairy Tales, Kim Kardashian, Mysterious Mysteries, ученые, Pop Culture, Pre Columbian Knock-Knock Jokes, Pycho-Social Trauma, The Wrath of God, What are you sick or something?, Why do people in other countries talk funny?, טילים, سياسة on May 22, 2011 by paulboylan

Hello, children. I am Brother Grim. Would you like to hear a story?

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THE NOVICE

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Once upon a time in a city carved out of the Central American jungles,  a novice priest of the Feathered Serpent sat on a stone bench in the High Priest’s ante chamber, waiting for the High Priest to finish with a sacrifice.

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The novice rehearsed in his mind what he was going to say to the High Priest. Suddenly, the door opened, and the usher – resplendent in his brightly feathered robes – came out and beckoned the novice into the audience chamber. The High Priest was standing at the window, looking down at the bustling metropolis.

“Praise the Feathered Serpent,” the novice intoned.

The High Priest looked away from the window and barely acknowledged the salutation.

“Please sit down,” the High Priest said. He gestured to a stone bench by the wall. Both novice and High Priest sat down together.

“How long have you been a novice here at the temple?” the High Priest asked.

“Two years, Excellency.”

“Two years. I talked to the faculty about you. They tell me that you are a good student. Hard working and spiritually gifted.”

“Thank you, Excellency.”

“So what went wrong out there today?”

The novice expected the question, but not the bluntness of its delivery. He swallowed hard before answering.

“I have no excuse, Excellency.”

“I’m not looking for excuses. I want an explanation. You’ve been here two years. You’ve probably assisted in hundreds of sacrifices. Today was your first unassisted solo. So what went wrong?”

“I really don’t know, sir. Everything was going fine. I recited the prayer, made the first incision and reached into the prisoner’s chest cavity. I felt the Feathered Serpent watching over and guiding me, I swear. I’m sure the crowd felt it too. I found myself holding the beating heart up high, showing it to the crowd. It was glorious.”

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“And then…” The High Priest prompted.

“And then the heart just slipped out of my hand and went flying. I think it hit someone in the head.”

The novice sat silent in his shame and disgrace. But then, to his utter amazement and relief, the High Priest laughed.

“You know,” the High Priest said. “many in the crowd hope that the priest performing the sacrifice will slip up.”

“You really think so?”

“It’s human nature. Heck, its cheap entertainment. The peasants even wager on it.”

“They do?”

“Yes. We tried to stop it once, but we gave up. I’m sure the betting was rather heavy on your first solo.”

“And I am thoroughly ashamed -“

“Don’t be. It happens to the best of us. I know.”

“To you?” the novice asked.

“No, but it happened to my great and noble predecessor.”

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“Really?”

“Sure. I was there. The old coot hadn’t performed a sacrifice for over ten years, you know, being busy with administrative duties. But it was the Feast of the Flatulent Twins and he decided to do it himself. I’ll never forget it. There he was – on the sacrificial platform at the top of the pyramid – he made the cut, reached into the chest cavity, pulled out the heart, and lifted it up – still beating – to show it to the crowd below on the steps. And then, pop! It shot out his hand and up into the air. You never saw an old man move so fast. He tried to catch it with his other hand, but that heart shot into the air again. This went on for about five grabs when he finally missed and the heart plopped onto the steps in front of him. Talk about embarrassing.”

“It’s hard to believe.”

“Believe it. But the next day it was forgotten, and my old master served as high priest for another ten years, and even performed – successfully – a sacrifice or two. And that’s my point. Don’t let this little mistake shake your confidence. When you fall off of a llama what do you do? You get right back up on that llama and ride it!”

“Yes sir!”

“You have potential, young man. You might even have my job one day.”

“Oh, no, I’m not -“

“Sure you are. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Anyway. There’s an opening for tonight’s sacrifice. Interested?”

“Yes, of course!”

“That’s the spirit.”

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But it happened again. The Novice slipped at the evening sacrifice and the heart went flying.And the novice was banished from the priesthood forever.

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