tazman7474: Last one on list: REMEMBER: This is suppose to be a fun game site, so some off-topic post and fun can be a good thing, so be careful not to over-moderate, and try not to nit-pick every post to find something wrong with it.
Rose: maybe children shouldn't have access to all msg boards . now we all know what the egg joke was really about. gving his all on the kitchen table. its still a funny joke & relatively clean. it wasn't censored .so how do you determine a g rating.? i think its easier to make jokes for adults only .if you really want some real jokes. i have plenty of jokes without a dirty word in them. but the subject matter might not be g . i wouldn't know. so i don't tell them. i think the kids should just be able to play the games. maybe have a message board for kids .they can make friends to play with .learn about other countries. i really don't think adults should be censored in this way. i agree jokes with %^*^%$ & rediculous or ?nable material shouldn't make the board. but that egg joke made it .there have been similar. but someone will post something & get chastised for it, not meaning to offend anyone. i think this policy of watch what you say on a joke board because kids are involved needs to be looked at. a joke needs to be told or delivered properly to be effective. if we have to change things around the joke might not even be funny. i've seen some of that. just an opinion. you say the kids the kids crosseyed. but if that 3 min egg joke can pass then just about any joke without profanity should pass. its clearly obvious what is being talked about in the egg joke. young children won't understand it .but kids 10 & up might to some extent. so really i see no set policy here. i think you're out of line crosseyes. you know you can use parental control. so wheres the beef. in closing i think explicit dirty jokes or profanity should be out . but thats about all. i will gladly accept any feedback. i like the board .i've seen some good stories & jokes. since theres no delay & your post goes right up there ,i mean noone reads it & says nope can't print that 1.i think so far so good . i appreciate your concern crosseyes but think its misplaced here so far, as in my estimation the jokes are ok since i've been reading them. mook53lhd
mook53lhd: Rose was merely stating the policy. The Joke Board is for the whole family and children should not be excluded from reading it. Parents should be able to allow their kids to read it without pre-screening it..that's what the Mods are for. The egg joke reprsents the absolute upper limit of what we can tolerate. And it was a close call.
Změněno uživatelem crosseyed_uk (29. října 2006, 20:24:03)
Rose: That joke was read out on a popular radio station in the UK, at a time when children where about. I think you people need to get real and see that there is far worse being said on TV and in films and just about everywhere. I did not see any complains about the two old men joke. It is clear to me that it is more who told the joke. Moderators need to learn to be less bias because you may not like someone. And I have noticed that some moderators have double standards.
Subjekt: Re: its still a funny joke & relatively clean
mook53lhd: I have to say you confused me somewhat, one minute it was ok and then next I had over stepped the mark. I bet you some kids today could shock me even. You cannot keep them wrapped in cotton wool. They are more aware at 10yrs and younger than I was at 17yrs.
I'd like to see this board stay super clean. It probaby makes things easier in the long run, BUT only if there is somewwhere to go with our dirty jokes. There is at least one place here. Join this fellowship: Laugh it up, M8 (Vtipy od 18ti)
crosseyed: I wasn't picking on you at all. There have been a few questionable jokes posted in the recent past, I was just trying to say that limits were being pushed. I didn't delete or modify the joke. I didn't even ask you to change it.
I went into my proctologist's office for my first rectal exam. His new nurse, Evelyn , took me to an examining room and told me to get undressed and have a seat until the doctor could see me . She said that he would only be a few minutes
After putting on the gown that she gave me I sat down. While waiting I observed that there were three items on a stand next to the exam table:
a Tube of K-Y jelly, a rubber glove and a beer.
When the doctor finally came in I said, "Look Doc, I'm a little confused This is my first exam. I know what the K-Y is for and I know what the glove is for, but can you tell me what the BEER is for?
At that Doctor Paul became noticeably outraged and stormed over to the door He flung the door open and yelled to his nurse .. . . . .
Sarah1980: another power ranger fan. awright. ha ha ha. power rangers with a walker. aside from the kids i wonder if anyone knows what that means. i dig those mystic rangers. mook
Změněno uživatelem Sarah (31. října 2006, 02:42:45)
One day, a cat dies of natural causes and goes to Heaven, where he meets the Lord.
The Lord says to the cat, "You lived a good life, and if there is any way I can make your stay in heaven more comfortable, please let me know."
The cat thinks for a moment and says, "Lord, all my life I have lived with a poor family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor."
The Lord stops the cat and says, "Say no more," and a wonderful, fluffy pillow appears.
A few days later, six mice are killed in a tragic farming accident, and all of them go to heaven. Again, the Lord is there to greet them with the same offer.
The mice answer, "All our lives we have been chased. We have had to run from cats, dogs, and even women with brooms. Running, running, running; we're tired of running. Do you think we could have roller skates so that we don't have to run anymore?"
The Lord says, "Say no more" and fits each mouse with beautiful new roller skates.
About a week later, the Lord stops by to see the cat and finds him snoozing on the pillow.
The Lord gently wakes the cat and asks him, "How are things since you got here?"
The cat stretches and yawns, then replies, "It is wonderful here. Better than I could have ever expected. And those 'Meals On Wheels' you've been sending by are the best!"
An Australian ventriloquist visiting New Zealand, walks into a small village and sees a local sitting on his porch patting his dog. He figures he'll have a little fun, so he says to the Kiwi
G'day,mind if I talk to your dog?" Villager: "The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Aussie." Ventriloquist: "Hello dog, how's it going mate?" Dog: "Doin' all right." Kiwi: (look of extreme shock) Ventriloquist: "Is this villager your owner?" (pointing at the villager) Dog: "Yep"
Ventriloquist: "How does he treat you?" Dog: "Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food and takes me to the lake once a week to play." Kiwi: (look of utter disbelief)
Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your horse?" Kiwi: "Uh, the horse doesn't talk either....I think." Ventriloquist: "Hey horse, how's it going?" Horse: "Cool" Kiwi: (absolutely dumbfounded) Ventriloquist: "Is this your owner?" (pointing at the villager) Horse: "Yep" Ventriloquist: "How does he treat you?" Horse: "Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly,brushes me down often and keeps me in the barn to protect me from the elements." Kiwi: (total look of amazement)
Ventriloquist: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?" Kiwi: (in a panic) "The sheep's a liar."
One day in a busy butcher's store, a dog walks in. The butcher not having time to deal with the health hazard himself shouts at the dog to, "SCRAM!" The dog promptly lowers his head and leaves the shop.
Later in the day the dog re-enters the shop and drops a piece of paper on the floor. The butcher sees this and picks up the note and reads it. "Can I please have 1lb of bacon and 12 sausages", the dog promptly drops a $20 bill on the floor. The butcher quite amazed at this performance prepares the order, takes the money and gives the dog his change back. He places the bag with the sale inside into the dogs mouth and watches him trot out of the shop. Seeing that it was now about 4:30pm, the butcher decides to close the shop and follow the dog.
He follows the dog 30 yards down the road where the dog gets up on his hind paws and activates the pedestrian crossing lights with his nose. "Wow" thinks the butcher who then follows the dog to the bus-stop, where the dogs waits patiently for the bus.
After several buses have passed the dog jumps up and hails down the next double-decker, he boards the bus and requests his destination and takes his seat at the front of the bus. The butcher can't quite believe what he is seeing. The bus travels through town and out to the suburbs on the other side. The dog rings the bell and alights his transport home. The butcher then follows him for another 100 yards or so. The dog approaches a house and lays down his bag of meat on the front porch. He then backs up the front path and runs and throws himself at the front door.
'WHACK!'. The dog collides with the front door.
No answer, so he repeats this again, all whilst the butcher is watching from the other side of the road.
WHACK!! again no answer.
This time the dog jumps up onto the wall and walks round the side of the house where he taps on one of the windows with the side of his head and walks back round to the door. This time the door opens. The owner of the dog then enters into rage screaming and shouting at the dog. The butcher, feeling that this very special dog was being abused, decided to get involved and approached the owner:
"How can you have a go at your dog after what he has done? He is an absolute genius!," to which the owner replied:
Genius you say? Well it's the second time this week he's forgotten his key!
Guy gets on a plane and finds himself seated next to a cute blonde. He immediately turns to her and makes his move.
"You know," he says, "I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger. So let's talk."
The blonde, who had just opened her book, closes it slowly and says to the guy, "What would you like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," says the guy, smiling. "How about nuclear power?"
"OK," says the blonde. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first.
A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff --grass. Yet the deer excretes little pellets, the cow turns out a flat patty, and the horse produces muffins of dried poop. Why do you suppose that is?"
The guy is dumbfounded. Finally he replies, "I haven't the slightest idea." "So tell me," says the blonde, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know poop?
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two.
Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:
skipinnz: For some reason, that one remind me of this one:
Indian Chief and the Aussie
An Australian travel writer at the beginning of a 6-month tour of Canada was checking out of the Vancouver Hilton. When he paid his bill, he asked the manager, "By the way, what's with the Indian chief sitting in the lobby? He's been there ever since I arrived."
"Oh, that's Big Chief Forget-me Not," said the manager. "The hotel is built on an Indian reservation, and part of the agreement is to allow the chief free use of the premises for the rest of his life. He is known as Big Chief Forget-me Not because of his phenomenal memory. He is 92 and can remember the slightest detail of his life."
The travel writer took this in. When he waited for his cab, he decided to put the chief's memory to the test.
"'ello, mate!" said the Aussie, receiving only a slight nod in return. "What did you have for breakfast on your 21st birthday?"
"Eggs," was the chief's instant reply, without even looking up, and indeed the Aussie was impressed.
He went off on his travel writing itinerary, right across to the east coast and back, telling others of Big Chief Forget-me Not's great memory. (One local noted to him that 'How' was a more appropriate greeting for an Indian chief than "'ello mate.") On his return to the Vancouver Hilton six months later, he was surprised to see Big Chief Forget-me Not, still sitting in the lobby, fully occupied with whittling away on a stick.
"How?", said the Aussie to the Chief, who again did not stop to look up.
The doctor said, "Joe, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition, which causes your testicles to press on your spine and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles."
Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for. He had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself.
As he walked down the street, he realised that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life. He saw a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need... a new suit."
He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit."
The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see... size 44 long."
Joe laughed, "That's right, how did you know?"
"Been in the business 60 years!" the tailor said.
Joe tried on the suit, it fit perfectly. As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?"
Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure."
The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck." Joe was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?
"Been in the business 60 years."
Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. Joe walked comfortably around the shop, and the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?"
Joe thought for a moment and said, "Sure."
The salesman said, "Let's see... size 36."
Joe laughed, "Ah ha! I got you, I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34. A size 34 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache."
New suit - $400 New shirt - $36 New underwear - $6 Second Opinion - PRICELESS
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