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Some golden oldies from 2011
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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Courtesy of Shoemak38 2010 (i bolded part of it) 
(and thank you for your years of dedication to this project!)
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my Husband that my breasts are too small.. Instead of characteristically Telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet Paper and rub it between them for a few seconds. 'Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in Front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.. 'How long will this take?' I asked.
They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replies.
I Stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'
Without Missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your butt, didn't it?'
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
Stupid, stupid man
(and thank you for your years of dedication to this project!)
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my Husband that my breasts are too small.. Instead of characteristically Telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.
If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet Paper and rub it between them for a few seconds. 'Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in Front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.. 'How long will this take?' I asked.
They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replies.
I Stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'
Without Missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your butt, didn't it?'
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
Stupid, stupid man
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one more from 2011 
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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and Wallyworld from 2012
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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from 2012
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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The Nagging Wife
A hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule.
He tried to plow a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, complain, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
A hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule.
He tried to plow a lot.
One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.
Complain, nag, complain, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.
So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."
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Happy 5 years ofjokes
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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All from 2011 
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
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Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr
Snagit Capture by SHOEMAK38, on Flickr