tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76252264852659343582012-02-16T01:46:14.103-08:00ChuckBobohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09162315894932713649noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625226485265934358.post-67197805669390943782007-09-15T09:37:00.000-07:002007-09-15T09:39:46.676-07:00Pasta Diet<br />It really works:<br />1. You walka pasta da bakery.<br />2. You walka pasta da candy store.<br />3. You walka pasta da Ice Cream Shop.<br />4. You walka pasta da table and fridge,<br />YOU LOSE WEIGHT<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625226485265934358-6719780566939094378?l=chuckbobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ChuckBobohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09162315894932713649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625226485265934358.post-46316668603838646842007-09-15T08:00:00.000-07:002007-09-15T08:06:28.193-07:00A couple made a deal that whomever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife.<br /><br />Joe died first and came back. Connie asked him to describe the afterlife.<br /><br />He said, "Well, I get up in the morning had have sex. I have breakfast and then more sex before I am off to the golf course. I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and have sex again. Then I have lunch, with plenty of greens, and spend the after playing around and having sex. I have sex before I go to sleep and awaken the next day for the same routine all over again."<br /><br />Connie said, "Joe, you truly must be in Heaven!"<br /><br />Joe replied, "No, not exactly. I'm a rabbit on a golf course in Arizona."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625226485265934358-4631666860383864684?l=chuckbobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ChuckBobohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09162315894932713649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7625226485265934358.post-86996714448167483062007-09-15T07:32:00.000-07:002007-09-15T07:34:38.870-07:00<strong>Remember, if you settle in the South and bear children, don't think that we will accept them as Southeners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7625226485265934358-8699671444816748306?l=chuckbobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ChuckBobohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09162315894932713649noreply@blogger.com0