Friday Funnies.....

[Ratickle]

Bobcat and Fundrazor go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.

Some hours later, Bobcat wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Fundrazor, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”

“I see millions and millions of stars, Bobcat” replies Fundrazor.

“And what do you deduce from that?”

Fundrazor ponders for a minute. “Well,

* Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.

* Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo.

* Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.

* Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

* Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.


But what does it tell you, Fundrazor?” Bobcat pauses and waits for a moment.

:huh:


:huh:


:huh:


:huh:


“Fundrazor, you fool!” he says. “Someone has stolen our tent!”:banghead::banghead:

 

[Ratickle]

S i m i l e s


I think we can use a couple of these........


Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Baltimore at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from New York at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my pal Dave. But unlike Dave, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for while.

"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on a two for $1, all you can drink night.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.

It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck reversing.

She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Angus beef.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

 

[rschap1]

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.



Her legs were LONG...
They kept going up and up and up...
they just kept going until they made an a$$ of themselves.

 

[old377guy]

there is some SERIOUSLY funny stuff there!