Friday, August 27, 2010

Weekend Humor


A husband, proud of the fact that his wife has given birth to two children, begins to call her "Mother of two" rather than by her first name. The wife, amused at first, chuckles. A few years down the road, the wife grows tired of her husband's description.

He'd say... "Hey, Mother of two, can you grab me a Corona!" or "Hey, Mother of two, what's for dinner tonight, baby?" Finally, while attending a party with her husband, he jokingly calls out... "Hey, Mother of two, it's time to roll."

The wife seized the moment and shouted back... "I'll be right with you, Father of one!"

18 comments:

Grover Tha Playboy said...

Ouuuuuuu That was crushing!LOL!

Tate 2 said...

OUCH Keith...ROTFLMAO!

Jazzy said...

You just wrong fam! LOL!

Swaggie said...

Damnnnnnnn, that was cold family!
ROTFLMBAO!

Toni said...

Good one Keith !lol!

Angie B. said...

ROTFLMBAO! Good one Keith!

Sunflower said...

That was cute! LOL! Have a great weekend Keith!

James Perkins said...

Nice!! LOL!

Simon Bastion said...

Wicked!

Brenda said...

Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu! LMBAO!

Lisa said...

That's so wrong...LOL! Have a great weekend Keith!

Halo said...

That is too funny Keith! Have a great weekend!

Vanessa said...

ROTFLMBAO! That is just wrong..but it's what he gets! LOL!

Cheryl said...

Too Cute! Keith, you are a fool! LOL!

Sean said...

That's just cold blooded...Good one Keith!

Captain Jack said...

Too cute!

DBH said...

LOL..I like that Keith!

Augustus said...

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DEAR GOD: Sometimes anger seems so near to the surface of my life. An unwelcome word, the remembrance of a past hurt, a disappointment I had not expected can make my emotions swirl with the force of a small cyclone. Sometimes my heart feels hot, my nerves feel edgy, my mind feels like lit dynamite. And sometimes, I just turn silent, go inward, cut myself off from anything and anyone that could ease the throbbing inside. I hold on to my anger, as if to let it go would render the reason for my anger meaningless. I pray that your great love will burn away my anger and leave me settled in the cool breeze of your presence. Help me let go, not only of the anger, but of what made me angry in the first place. Let me breathe deep the wonder and peace of love. Amen.









































































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