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There’s a guy named Jack. He has a girlfriend named Wendy. Jack is hopelessly in love with Wendy, and decides to ask her to marry him. To prove how much he loves her, he goes and gets “Wendy” tattooed on his penis, as a gesture of loyalty. When he’s erect, his penis shows her name, and when it’s limp, it reads “Wy”


So, the next night, they have passionate sex, and when Wendy sees her name on Jack’s member, he pops the question, and she accepts.


They decide to go to Jamaica for their honeymoon. Once down there, they decide to try out all of the local culture, including a nude beach. They go to the beach, and are having a great time, when Jack decides to get up from sunbathing and go and get something to drink at the bar down the beach.


So, he walks over to the bar, with his limp penis, trying not to let his eyes wander; he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He orders a drink from the guy at the bar, and while making the drink, he notices that the bartender, also naked, has “Wy” tattooed on his limp penis as well.


So Jack says to the guy, “Wow, what a coincidence! Hey, do you have a girlfriend named ‘Wendy’, and her name tattooed on your dick too?”


And the bartender looks down at Jack’s member, back to his and starts laughing. He says, “No, mon. Mine says ‘Welcome to Jamaica, mon. Have a nice day.'”

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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says,

“My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”

The monk graciously accepts him, feeds him dinner, and even fixes his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound.

The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say,

“We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.

Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monk accepts him, feeds him, and even fixes his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply,

“We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”

The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?”

The monk reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task.

Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery.

He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”

The monk reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.”

The monk leads the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says,

“The sound is right behind that door.”

The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says,

“Real funny. May I have the key?”

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door.

The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.

He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire.

So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.

Finally, the monks say,

“This is the last key to the last door.”

The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

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The other day, I was waiting for my food to arrive at a local diner when I just had to pass gas. You know how it is: It comes in waves and the gas just has to escape. Since the music was playing really loudly, I decided to let it out in time with the beat. It worked quite well, actually, but it was a good couple of minutes before I was feeling comfortable again. Only then did I realize I was being watched - and remember that I was listening to my iPod.

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The other day, I was waiting for my food to arrive at a local diner when I just had to pass gas. You know how it is: It comes in waves and the gas just has to escape. Since the music was playing really loudly, I decided to let it out in time with the beat. It worked quite well, actually, but it was a good couple of minutes before I was feeling comfortable again. Only then did I realize I was being watched - and remember that I was listening to my iPod.

 

haha LOL

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