McGregor
Ian McGregor hoisted his jug of beer and said "Here's to
spending the rest of my life, between the legs of my wife!"
That won him the top prize at the club for the
best toast of the night!
He went home and told his wife, Barbara, "I won the prize for the
best toast of the night." She said, "That's nice now. . . And what
was your toast this time?" Ian said: "Here's to spending the rest
of my life sitting in church beside my wife." "Oh Ian, this is
very nice indeed!" Barbara said.
Two days later, Barbara ran into one of Ian's bar-buddies on the
street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, " Ian won first
prize the other night at the club with a toast about you, Mrs.
McGregor...."
She said, "Sure, Ian told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You
know, he's only been there only twice in the last couple years. Once
on Easter and he fell asleep, and the other time, on Christmas, I
had to pull him by the ears to make him come." Ian's friend is still
laughing....

SPAGHETTI...
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman
for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she
confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his
reputation or his marriage, he would pay her a large sum of money if
she would go to Italy and secretly have the child. If she stayed in
Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support
until the child turned 18.
She agreed, but asked how he
would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told
her to simply mail him a postcard, and write "Spaghetti" on the
back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.
One day, about 9 months
later, he came home to his confused wife. Honey, she said, "you
received a very strange post card today."
"Oh, just give it to me and
I'll explain it " he said. The wife complied, and watched as her
husband read the card, he turned white, and fainted. On the back
of the card was written:
"Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs,
one without."

Good thoughts
Rob, a teller at the local bank got to work on Thursday
morning as usual...
While sitting at his station at the bank, a line formed... He saw a
lady with a real pretty face and nice make-up applied.... he thought
to himself.. I wish my wife had a face like that... later on another
woman stood in line with a mini-skirt and she had real nice legs...
again he thought... I wish my wife had legs and a body like that...
after lunch a woman stood in another line with a nice set of tits
and a low cut.. of course he thought again.. I wish my wife had a
pair like that.. just before closing... a woman came in in tight
jeans and a thong showing on her back side she had a nice butt... he
thought... ahhh.. I wish my wife had one like that... After
closing, when he came home... His wife asked him.. so how was your
day at work?? He replied:
Hot damn honey... I thought about you ALL day....

Ah, you Americans...
The underground train in London was quite crowded, so the US Marine
walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left
was taken by a well-dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle.
The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?"
The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular,
Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat."
The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was
under that dog. "Please, ma'am may I sit down? I'm very tired."
She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also
arrogant!"
This time the Marine didn't say a word, he just picked up the little
dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.
The woman shrieked, "Someone must defend my honor!" Put this
American in his place!"
An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans
often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold
the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side
of the road. And now, sir, you've thrown the wrong bitch out the
window."

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