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Post Number: 220 Registered: 02-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 - 08:29 am: |
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http://www.voxpoetica.com/todayswords.html Two Southern red necks go hunting deep into the woods. One holds his chest in pain and collapses. The other calls 911, and tells the operator in a panic that he thinks he is dead. Just calm down says the operator, first we have to make sure he is dead. There is silence and then a loud gunshot goes off. What was that says the operator? Oh nuthin, says the southern red neck, I was just makin sure he was dead. |