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Proud-a Mary

A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.

The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

“Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more! Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.”

The lady can’t take this any more, “You foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig.” she retorted indignantly. “In this country, we don’t speak aloud in public places about our sex lives.”

“Hey, coola down lady,” said the man. “Who talkin’ abouta sex? I’m a justa tellin my frienda how to spell ‘Mississippi’.”


If I don’t see you in the future, I’ll see you in the pasture.

If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the solute.

Salyut? Isn’t that a Russian spaceship?

No, that’s Soyuz.

Soy use?

No, that would be soy sauce.

Yo soy sauce?

No. Yo soy perdedor.

Why should I kill you?

Not me, Beck.

Beck who?

Baku? That’s on the Caspian.

Who’s gasping?

Caspian Sea

No, I don’t see.


Ask her baijan what?



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