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Doctor: - "What is this?"
Mad Man: - "This is a book i wrote. Total 500 pages."
Doctor- "You wrote 500 pages?!... woooooow, What did you write?"
Mad man: "On the first page i wrote One King rode on a Horse and went towards the Jungle.
And on the last page i wrote The King reached the Jungle."
Doctor:- "So what did you write in the remaining 498 pages?"
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Doctor :- (stunned) "AND what's that????!!!!!"
Mad Man:- "That's the sound of the Horse running...The hooves digging the terrain."
Doctor- "AND Who will read your story?"
Mad Man: "I will put it on a facebook site, my mad friend's there will definitely read it... One of them is reading it as we speak!

I am the luckiest person alive. One bit of good fortune after another. First of all, I was the 1 millionth visitor to some mad website I mistakenly clicked on(Big fat hoes in pantyhose) Pressed the congratulations button, and that's me won an I Pad. Then, some Russian dolly fancies me , and wants to get married . Had to send the airfare over in cash, Normally she would manage that herself but she's been wiped out with vets bills for her granddad's budgie. I would have just flushed the wee bird down the toilet, but she is a caring woman, and that's why I love her. Then, Just when I thought things couldn't get better, I get an e-mail from this Nigerian Prince called Dr Amoko Kyombo. I have no recollection of ever meeting this dude, but apparently, we met on his travels and he wants to repay me for my generosity and human kindness. I remember buying a couple of pints and a nip for the coloured chap in the Robinsons bar one night, but that was because somebody told me he was Lenny Henry, and I was that **bleep** I believed them. Must have been this Dr Amoko Kyombo. Anyway, this guy believes one good turn deserves another and is a way to stick $40,000,000 in my bank account. Just had to give him all my bank details and that's it. Never been so happy in my life, my tail is wagging like **bleep**. There's been a couple of minor annoyances, my computer is riddled with viruses and is running slow , The Bank of Ireland's system is playing up, I banked a crisis loan for £132.46 last week, but my available balance is showing, NO pounds & NO pence, and Anyetta my darling bride to be, is three hours late, and I'm standing here at Belfast Airport, freezing my ass off !

Since my dear beloved wife died after 24 years of marriage, I've become so lonely that I decided to join a dating agency yesterday and they immediately found me a match.
I met her this morning and we both hit it off right away - we even came back to my place and had amazing sex.
Don't get me wrong, I'll never forget my wife but this new lady has given me hope that I can live again.
She's also promised to be there to comfort me at my wifes funeral tomorrow afternoon.

My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e. Coli Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
We all took PE ..... And risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
We got the cane for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect those older than us. We had 50 kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter.......,
FUNNY THAT!!
We all said prayers in school irrespective of our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got upset.
Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn’t got.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't!!
Oh yeah ... And where was the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? Could I have been killed!
We played “King of the Hill” on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6p bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we ever survive?

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.

---The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories.

There were all the regular types of stuff: Spilled milk and pennies saved. But then the teacher realized, that only Janie was left.

"Janie, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.

She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then she parachuted right into the middle of 20 Iraqi troops........

She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."

''Good Heavens, 'said the horrified teacher. What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story'?"

...."Don't Screw with Mommy when she's been drinking."

During lunch at work, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shouldn't). When I got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly, "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable! Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peaked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table, with their hands to their noses, chorused, "Happy Birthday!"