Fun_People Archive
8 Nov
DJsOTD (Dirty Jokes ...) - 11/8/95

Date: Wed, 8 Nov 95 13:36:02 -0800
From: Peter Langston <psl>
To: Fun_People
Subject: DJsOTD (Dirty Jokes ...) - 11/8/95

[ -=[NWA]=- (Naughty Word Alert)  Well, actually, I suppose I should also  
display the -=[DCW]=- (Disgusting Concept Warning) while we're at it... -psl]
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Forwarded-by: bostic@bsdi.com (Keith Bostic)
Forwarded-by: Jason Thorpe <thorpej@nas.nasa.gov>
Forwarded-by: "Patricia A. Bartley" <bartlep@mail.CS.ORST.EDU>

A priest was saying Mass one day and felt a tug on his vestments.  He turned
around and saw Dopey (of the Seven Dwarfs) standing beside him.  "Father,"
he asked, "are there any midget nuns in the parish?"  "No, my son," the
priest replied and went back to saying Mass.  He felt another tug at his
vestments and turned to see Dopey still there.  "Well, Father, are there
any midget nuns in the town?"  "No, my son, there are no midget nuns in the
town.  Go back to your seat."  The priest turned and resumed saying Mass,
when he felt yet another tug at his vestments.  Somewhat annoyed, he turned
and found Dopey still standing beside him, a look of concern on his face.
"Father, are there any midget nuns in the country?" Incensed by the dwarf's
persistent questions the priest shouted angrily, "For the last time, there
are no midget nuns in the parish, in the town, in the country or in the
entire universe!  Now go back to your seat!" Dejected, Dopey walked down
the steps of the altar and down the long aisle, and as he approached the
back of the church the priest heard little voices in the back singing:
"Dopey fucked a penguin, Dopey fucked a penguin...."

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From: acavan@suika.com (Adam Cavan)

One necrophiliac to another: Why are you looking so glum?  I thought you
had a new girlfriend and everything was great...

To which the other replied: I did, but the rotten cunt split on me.

© 1995 Peter Langston