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***THE OFFICIAL FRIDAY SILLINESS THREAD***

Posted on 12/11/2015 4:52:42 AM PST by Lucky9teen

Who's naughty? Who's nice?

1.This elf who's clearly had too much to drink.

2.This elf who won't hesitate to murder some Barbie dolls.

3.This elf who watched Silence of the Lambs one too many times.

4.This elf who quit gift-making to become a ladies' man.

5.This elf who's feeling a bit devious.

6.This elf who didn't think twice before he put his you know what in a box.

7.This narcissistic elf.

8.This elf who wants to make angels.

9.This elf who has taken the game of tag too far.

10.This elf who has an addiction problem.

11.This elf who's enjoying his white privilege.

12.This elf who likes a good office prank.





TOPICS: Humor
KEYWORDS: christmas; elfontheshelf; santa; silliness
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To: Lucky9teen

h/t LC
Thoughts on retirement: h/t Geri
A doubtful friend is worse than a certain enemy. Let a man be one thing or the other, and we then know how to meet him.
If you get an email telling you that you can catch 'swine flu' from tins of ham then delete it - it's spam.
41 posted on 12/11/2015 5:49:01 AM PST by upchuck (In all the world the only forbidden trigger warning is the one which alerts us to our ignorance.)
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To: Lucky9teen
I think maybe this is a Dave Barry special, but I’m not sure.

There are three major reasons why strippers (male or female) should not be tipped with Susan B. Anthony dollars:

Logistics.

Not only do strippers gyrate more than your average working person, but one may often find them hanging upside-down, careening from the ceiling, and/or sliding seductively down long metal poles. While a habit of frequenting these types of activities is alone enough to prohibit most individuals from carrying pocket change, the stripper’s decision to wear little or no clothing further complicates the matter, as s/he has no pockets.

Most strippers maintain possession of their tips through the use of an elastic strap known as a garter. Said garter is placed around a leg or an arm and is designed by garter design specialists to accommodate loose dollar bills of any denomination. However, most garter manufacturers never intended their devices to be employed to harvest legal tender in coin form, and thus engaging such activity would undoubtedly void the garter’s warranty.

Only top-of-the-line, tailor-made garters provide a coin purse option, which is usually intended only for novelty purposes, such as providing individuals with “change” for their tip, or for the storage of a small tube of lipstick (and/or tabs of Ecstasy). And due to the added technology (additional silk, spandex, microprocessors, servos, etc.) required for the production of these high-end garters, they are highly expensive items and thus one is much less likely to find a stripper equipped with such a device at his or her local house of burlesque.

As a result, handing a stripper one or more Susan B. Anthony dollars (or any coins, for that matter) places said stripper (who is, presumably, nude) in the unfortunate position of having to hold the money in her hand, mouth, or some other area for the duration of the performance. This can be terribly distracting for both the stripper and the audience.

History.

The image of Susan Brownell Anthony was placed on the US dollar coin in 1979 in recognition of her years spent fighting for what we today call “women’s rights,” but what at the time were called “basic rights everyone with a dick already has.” Anthony was a leader in the women’s suffrage movement, the abolitionist movement, and other progressive campaigns.

And you want to take this beacon of hope and strength, this memorial of one of the United States’ greatest heroes—you want to take her shining face and shove it into some stripper’s nether regions?

You sick, twisted perv. You may think you’re being all ironic and cute, but you’re really just a dumbass with some kind of coin fetish who probably beats his wife with a claw hammer. We have a place for people like you; a van will be by shortly to collect your worthless ass. Please be out front, packed and ready to go.

Respect. The problem with Susan B. Anthony dollars was that they looked and felt about the same size, shape, and color as a US quarter. This is why they were eventually discontinued and replaced with the gold-colored Sacagawea dollar coins, which are the same size, shape, and color as a US quarter that has been urinated on.

Regardless of what culture you’re from, according to contemporary stripping etiquette, tipping a stripper US$0.25 is the moral equivalent of giving your mother a nicely wrapped turd for her birthday. It’s simply not done; it is not only considered rude, but a slap to the face of morality itself.

And since your Susan B. Anthony dollar is very likely to be mistaken for a quarter (as explained above), the act of tipping said stripper with said coin is very likely to offend said stripper, who has done nothing but be nice to you, generously taking the time to display her breasts (or his dick, depending on what kind of joint you like to frequent) for you. Offending a person in this vulnerable position would likely prove to be an unwise move, as it may result in you receiving a stiletto heel to the forehead, a trauma that several case studies have revealed to be one of the leading causes of learning disabilities in America.

So in conclusion, don’t do it. Before you go to the strip club, hit the ATM, ask your mom, or go knock over a convenience store. Do not just use the local laundromat’s change machine. As a result, your stripper will be happier, one of the greatest women’s rights activists won’t be spinning in her grave, and you’ll still be able to read and process the English language when the evening is over. Trust me: you’ll thank yourself later.

42 posted on 12/11/2015 5:59:55 AM PST by mykroar ("Never believe anything until it has been officially denied." - Otto von Bismarck)
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To: xp38

Keep going ShadowAce get this puppy over 200 posts


43 posted on 12/11/2015 6:02:02 AM PST by Dacula (Southern lives matter!)
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To: ShadowAce

0.4 seconds after the man asked the woman “Aren’t you ready YET?!?” ;-P


44 posted on 12/11/2015 6:02:05 AM PST by MortMan (I am offended by those who believe they have a right not to be offended.)
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To: ArGee

Stupid bank is telling me there’s no error in the Web software. They’re saying someone pulled all my life savings out of the account. Like, sure, THAT’S gonna happen without me knowing about it. I’m waiting for a manager in the software group to call back.

I should be packing for my early retirement now, not futzing with stupid computer glitches.


45 posted on 12/11/2015 6:06:04 AM PST by ArGee (War can be quick or (relatively) painless, but not both.)
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To: mykroar; Lazamataz
The Squirrel Grenade

I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.

Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being "behind the power curve". It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.

Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle.at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine.

I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!

Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness.all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway. I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that "edge" so frequently required when riding. Little did I suspect.

As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it-it was that close.

I hate to run over animals.and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.

Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street.and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel. This was an evil attack squirrel of death!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in.well.I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street.on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle.my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however. The rpm's on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop. Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand.I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked.sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.

Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.

I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.

So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger. That is one dangerous squirrel.

And now he has a patrol car.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood. As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I'll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. And I'll buy myself a new pair of gloves.

46 posted on 12/11/2015 6:15:09 AM PST by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: Dacula

Feel free to pony up.


47 posted on 12/11/2015 6:18:26 AM PST by ArGee (War can be quick or (relatively) painless, but not both.)
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To: ShadowAce
That probably qualifies as talking to yourself...

...a lot.

48 posted on 12/11/2015 6:21:23 AM PST by The_Victor (If all I want is a warm feeling, I should just wet my pants.)
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To: ShadowAce
Santa Claus is a woman!

Santa Claus is a woman because:
49 posted on 12/11/2015 6:22:55 AM PST by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: ArGee

There seems to be this question of whether we should accept Syrian refugees into this country and how many.

I think I have the perfect solution.

Whenever I see a car with an Obama 2008, Obama 2012, or Hillary 2016 sticker on their car I volunteer that person to take a dozen.


50 posted on 12/11/2015 6:24:03 AM PST by ArGee (War can be quick or (relatively) painless, but not both.)
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To: ShadowAce
Santa is certainly a Man!

Santa Claus is undoubtedly a man because:
51 posted on 12/11/2015 6:24:18 AM PST by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: Lucky9teen
Top 100


52 posted on 12/11/2015 6:25:15 AM PST by JRios1968 (I'm guttery and trashy, with a hint of lemon. - Laz)
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To: JRios1968

53 posted on 12/11/2015 6:32:28 AM PST by ShadowAce (Linux - The Ultimate Windows Service Pack)
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To: Lucky9teen

Good Morning!


54 posted on 12/11/2015 6:33:08 AM PST by left that other site (You shall know the Truth, and The Truth Shall Set You Free.)
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To: ShadowAce

I was going to set up a Petition for the White House to suggest they remove the fence around the White House because:
1) Fences don’t work anyway.
2) It’s the people’s house.
3) The lawn would be a great place to set up a refugee villiage.

Unfortunately, the username Malik Farook is already taken.

You don’t think I’d give them my real name, do you?

I wonder what Malik suggested.


55 posted on 12/11/2015 6:35:36 AM PST by ArGee (War can be quick or (relatively) painless, but not both.)
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To: ArGee

Bofus are lucky....I got one just yesterday from “Mr. Bill Gates” with subject line “Funds transfer from Mr. Bill Gates”...


56 posted on 12/11/2015 6:39:11 AM PST by ErnBatavia (It ain't a "hashtag"....it's a damn pound sign. ###)
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To: ArGee

Today I saw this street Halal vendor on a run saying his prayers, so I sat on the ground next to him and started saying the Rosary.

I got SUCH a look.

I’ve found a new activity for my free time.


57 posted on 12/11/2015 6:39:49 AM PST by ArGee (War can be quick or (relatively) painless, but not both.)
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To: ArGee

How much did Santa pay for his sleigh?

Nothing. It was on the house.


58 posted on 12/11/2015 6:40:15 AM PST by Dacula (Southern lives matter!)
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To: Dacula

What do you get when your cross a snowman with a vampire?

Frostbite


60 posted on 12/11/2015 6:42:44 AM PST by Dacula (Southern lives matter!)
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