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The Day the P. Niss asked for a Raise

The Request:

I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:
I do physical labor.
I work at great depths.
I plunge headfirst into everything I do.
I do not get weekends or public holidays off.
I work in a damp environment.
I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation.
I work in high temperatures.
My work exposes me to contagious diseases.
Sincerely,

P. Niss
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The Response

Dear P .Niss:
After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have
raised, the administration rejects your request for the following
reasons:
You do not work 8 hours straight.
You fall asleep after brief work periods.
You do not always follow the orders of the management team. You do not
stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting other
locations.
You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated
in order to start working.
You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift.
You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the
correct protective clothing.
You will retire well before you are 65.
You are unable to work double shifts.
You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have
completed the assigned task.
And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and
exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.
Sincerely,

V. Gina
Thanks for the laugh, we really enjoyed reading that.
OMG....Love it!

ML
A great way to start the day. You put a smile on our faces. Have a great day all!

R&S
that's rad keep em cuming! Oops coming! LOL (no wonder I didn't get the raise! Cuming all over and such jeez!)
mr.
Love the Joke.
I debated upon whether or not to start another post or add a joke to this one. I didnt want to distract from the original , but felt it might be a nice addition to those who find it humorous.

"One day various parts of the body decided they needed to elect a boss. First to speak up was the brain explaining how important decision making processes are and that detailing thoughts were primary functions and critical to the body. Next was the eyes who explained how they gave vision and direction to the body. The arms and hand spoke up putting in their bid to be the boss of the body because they were crucial to getthing things done. With that the legs voted for themselves with justifaction based upon getting the body to the places it needed to be. The stomach then put in its nomination explaining how the body needed nurishment to function therefore it would most likely make the best boss. As the body parts debated amongst each other, the asshole spoke up and said it wanted to be the boss. Immediately there was a roar of laughter, humiliated, the asshole shut up.

After several days of the asshole remaining tightly closed, the brain soon became foggy and confused in the process of thinking and making decisions. The eyes became blurry and their vision clouded. Soon the arms and hands became weak and useless. The legs became shakey and could no longer hold the body upright. In agony, the stomach doubled over in pain and misery. The vote went out and the asshole became the boss.

Now, the moral of this story is simple. You dont need to be a brain to be a boss... just an asshole.
HYM4CYN

Loved your joke also.... i'll take the derail of my topic =)
Keep em, Cuming! loved um both...
LMAO those jokes are too damn funny.. always love a good one:z
Here you go HYM4CYN, you always make the comment that you are getting older then us all, which is a joke in and of itself. We still love ya two! Felt this was fitting. Enjoy!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. (Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder)

This is how it develops:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox, when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

the car isn't washed,
the bills aren't paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,
the flowers don't have enough water,
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can't find the remote,
I can't find my glasses,
and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail.

Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!

GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.

GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC.

P.S I just remembered.

I LEFT THE WATER RUNNING IN THE DRIVEWAY!
Should children witness childbirth?

Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby. Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry.

The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed. Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place......smack his butt again!'