Friday, June 4, 2010

Weekend Humor


A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine. "Heyyyyy! What was that for?" he asked. "That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name "Tamika" written on it," she replied. "Aww no baby, look here... see two weeks ago when I went to the races , Tamika was the name of one of the horses I bet on." he explained. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I should have known there was a good explanation. Please forgive me babe." she said. "Sure, sure... you gotta learn how to trust a brotha." he said.

Three days later, he was watching a ballgame on TV when his wife walked up behind him and hit him in the head again. This time, with the iron skillet which knocked him out cold. When he came to, he asked... "Owwww! What the hell was that for?" She replied, "Your horse just called!"

Have a great weekend, everybody!

17 comments:

Toni said...

Funny!

Angie B. said...

Good One Keith!

Sunflower said...

I liked that! LOL!

Brenda said...

That was cute!

Lisa said...

Keith,you're a mess! LOL!

Cheryl said...

Cute!

Sean said...

I think I've heard that joke before...but you put your original spin on it..Good job!

Halo said...

That was funny!

Vanessa said...

That was cold blooded!

Captain Jack said...

Oh that was cute!

James Perkins said...

Hope you had a great weekend Keith!

Simon Bastion said...

That was funny!

Jazzy said...

You are crazy fam!

Swaggie said...

Mannn, he was cold busted! lol!

Tate2 said...

That was funny man!

Grover Tha Playboy said...

ROTFLMBAO! Brother's game wasn't too tight..now was it?

lesapeamusings.blogspot said...

Awwww man, BUSTED!!!!! Cool Keith, wicked cool.




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