Questions That Must Be Answered

Questions That Must Be Answered
1. Can you cry underwater?
2. Why do you have to "put your two cents in" ... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?
3. What disease did cured ham actually have?

4. If a deaf person has to go to court, it is still called a hearing?
5. Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?
6. Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.
7. If the "Professor" on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in the boat?
8. Do the "Alphabet Song" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" have the same tune?
9. Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

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Parteee time!!!

The strippers are the Boss

Well the inmates have taken over they asylum.

[photo courtesy of Reuters.]

It had to happen sooner or later, the strippers bought the Lusty Lady in San Francisco(I'm not surprised) and run the place by "committee's", ha! what a crock. This place is gonna bomb right on it's ass . . . someday.

One of the first things the dancers did was to toss out rules about
maintaining the same body type as the day they were hired, and ones
regarding height-weight proportion. A list of acceptable hair colors
was scrapped, along with a policy regulating the quantity and location
of tattoos.

Great, it's gonna be a strip joint full of fat, hairy, smelly old broads some day, woohoo!

To me this says it all the final paragraph from the story.

"On a good day, it's like Peter Pan," said Lili Marlene. "On a bad day,
it was like Lord of the Flies. We can do whatever we want, and there's
nobody to tell us what to do."

Strippers as their own boss, hehe, ha! The world is gong to hell in a hand-basket.

An aside; if you go to this page for some pics of the "Lusties" to ooogle over, or to uh, well you know.

Guess what?

There are none. uh, huh . . . somehow I am not surprised.

Spammer name?

I got no idea in hell what this means, so go check it out.

My spammer name is Choirmaster D. Pediatrician.

Enter your name to get yours:

Killacycle

Man, you can see this coming . . . .

Anna has some sand

Air France strip tease

VA-VA-VA-Boom in the cockpit . . . .

Woman Loses Baby in Toilet

AHMEDABAD, India (Reuters) - A newborn baby girl survived an ignoble birth after slipping down the toilet bowl of a moving Indian train onto the tracks when a pregnant woman unexpectedly gave birth while relieving herself on Tuesday.

"My delivery was so sudden," said the Bhuri Kalbi, the mother of the infant, born two months prematurely. "I did not even realize that my child had slipped from the hole in the toilet."

Kalbi, a 33-year-old woman from a village in Rajasthan, fainted on the toilet seat after the birth for a few minutes before waking up and alerting her family.

"They stopped the train and ran on the tracks to find the baby," she said, speaking from her hospital bed in the western city of Ahmedabad.

Railway staff at a nearby station were alerted and soon found the newborn girl lying uninjured on pebbles by the track. She is now in intensive care because of her premature birth, doctors said.

Most toilets on Indian trains are filthy chutes emptying directly onto the tracks.

(Reporting by Rupam Jain Nair; Editing by Jonathan Allen and Sugita Katyal)