"Gregory Morrow" > wrote in
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> Paul M. Cook wrote:
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>> "ChattyCathy" > wrote in message
>> ...
>> > The Marine and The French Woman
>> >
>> > The train was packed, and the U.S. Marine walked the entire length
>> > looking for a seat, but a well-dressed, Middle-aged, French woman's
>> > poodle was sitting in the only seat remaining.
>> >
>> > The weary Marine asked, 'Ma'am, may I have that seat?'
>> >
>> > The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in
>> > particular,'Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.'
>> >
>> > The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was
>> > under that dog.
>> >
>> > 'Please, ma'am. May I have that seat? I'm very tired.'
>> >
>> > She snorted, 'Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'
>> >
>> > This time the Marine didn't say another word; he just picked up the
>> > little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.
>> >
>> > The woman shrieked, 'Someone must defend my honor! Put this American in
>> > his place!'
>> >
>> > An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up,'Sir, you Americans seem
>> > to
>> > have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the
>> > wrong hand, you drive your vehicles on the wrong side of the
>> > road........ And now, Sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out
>> > the window.'
>>
>>
>> Really bad joke. Gratuitous animal cruelty doesn't work as joke
>> material.
>> Won't be passing that one around.
>
>
> Oh come on, yappy l'il poodles are annoying and so are fodder for "snuff"
> jokes...in the same category as wetbacks, politically - correct leftists,
> muzlims, or other useless beings...


I'll admit I have had the urge to throw a few people off a train or a high
rise window but I've yet to wish that upon an animal.

Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home from the pub
late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old
church graveyard.

'Come have a look over here, 'says Paddy, 'It's Michael O' Grady's grave,
God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87.'

'That's nothing, 'says Sean, 'here's Patrick O' Toole, it says here that he
was 95 when he died.'

Just then, Seamus yells out, 'Mary and Joseph, here's a fella that got to be
145!'

'Glory be Seamus, was he in our parish?' asks Paddy.

Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is
written on the stone marker and exclaims: 'Nah, t'was a feller named Miles,
from Dublin.'