Saturday, October 08, 2005

Morning folks. You'll notice my truck on the right, looking like I had always intended. Because it is powered by a CAT engine, and to make sense out of the title of this post, it will forever be referred to as my Purple Pussy Powered Peter Puller. Oh, lighten up!

Women are always complaining that us guys don't pay enough attention to them and their likes and dislikes. Au contraire, mon cherie:

While attending a marriage seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes." He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?" Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?

Of course men think that women don't know, or care, about cars as long as it gets them to the mall. Whoa, big fella:

A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic, "It died." After he works on it for a few minutes, it's idling smoothly. She says, "What's the story?" He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor." She says, "How often do I have to do that?"

Here in B.C. our teachers just went on strike, again. Without passing judgement, but as a way of showing how I feel about unions sometimes, here's one last groaner:

A union boss at a convention in Las Vegas decides to visit a brothel. He asks the madam, "Is this a union house?" "No, I'm sorry, it isn't," she says. "Well, if I pay $100, what do the girls get?" he asks. "The house gets $80 and the girl gets $20." Offended by such unfair dealings, the man stomps off in search of a more equitable shop. Finally, he reaches a brothel where the madam says, "Why yes, this is a union house." "And if I pay $100, what do the girls get?" he asks. "The girls get $80 and the house gets $20." "That's more like it!" the man says. He looks around the room and points to a gorgeous young redhead. "I'd like her for the night." "I'm sure you would, sir," says the madam, gesturing at a 70-year-old woman in the corner, "But Ethel here has seniority."

QOTD: You are in the car on a first date and really have to cut one.

WOTD: Yesterday's answer...craving for strange foods.
To-day's.........Ceratoid (Think Bill Clinton)

Trucker Bob blogged at 3:40 AM

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