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My living will

Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 9:07 pm
by heinzs
Last night my wife and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'

So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.

She's such a bitch.

Re: My living will

Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 9:22 pm
by nekot
ROFL...

:lol: :lol:

That was great!!!!

:bow:

:cheers:

Re: My living will

Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:00 pm
by psychotic pretender
:lol: :lol:

my sides hurt from laughing

man that made me think of my mom and dad

dad
:computer:

mom
:smash:

good one heinzs

Re: My living will

Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:27 pm
by heinzs
I won't take credit for authorship, but I can't give it since I don't know who wrote it... lol.

Re: My living will

Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:59 pm
by Queen
hahahahah :lol: :lol: :lol: that's freakin' hillarious!!!! i bellard out laughing at that. that image probably fits alot of poets! :mrgreen: ahh that was a good one!

Re: My living will

Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 7:17 pm
by Duchess
:shock: wow thats funny!! rotflmao

Good one! :cheers:

Re: My living will

Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 11:35 pm
by hockeychickkayla
haha wow that one is gonna keep me laughing. I'm sorry about the wine though lol

Re: My living will

Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:37 pm
by crocbait
A rabbit walked into a bar?

Re: My living will

Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:23 pm
by heinzs
Did he hurt himself?

Re: My living will

Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:26 pm
by heinzs
So this piece of string walks into a bar and sits on the barstool and orders a daquiri. The bartender leans over the bar and says "We don't serve your kind here. Move along". The next day the string walks into the same bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender says "I told you, we don't serve your kind here." The next day the string walks into the same bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender is really mad and says "I told you, we don't serve your kind, now leave!" The string walks out the door, tumbles himself around on the ground, twists himself up and saunters back into the bar and orders a daquiri. The bartender is beside himself with rage and says "I told you over and over we don't serve string, and you're a piece of string!" To which the string pipes up and answers "I'm a frayed knot."