tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post2146273013275623375..comments2024-01-11T21:56:10.122+11:00Comments on The Daily Gaggle: Post Number 622 Completes Five Years of BloggingVesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390020901033513032noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-73316539772787600272010-04-08T15:00:39.564+10:002010-04-08T15:00:39.564+10:00this was esp posted for the offspring of Rose and ...this was esp posted for the offspring of Rose and Vest<br /><br /><br />u guys must know child production and rearing is one helluvajobJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-52314186225896198662010-04-08T02:58:59.243+10:002010-04-08T02:58:59.243+10:00Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful th...Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men,<br /> when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's<br /> cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their<br /> socks...<br /> ><br /> ><br /> > So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would<br /> make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the<br /> 'weaker sex?' <br />Yeah right. Bite<br /> me.<br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-23900903773774165762010-04-08T02:57:37.127+10:002010-04-08T02:57:37.127+10:00When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our v...When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious<br /> sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his<br /> somewhere around his 18th birthday.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> > So we progress into the grand finale: 'The<br /> Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's<br /> either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned<br /> 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or,<br /> sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases<br /> daily and bite the head off anything that<br /> moves.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-30654682086120405812010-04-08T02:52:38.850+10:002010-04-08T02:52:38.850+10:00Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while
...Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while<br /> the SOB???says,<br /> 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and<br /> push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10),<br /> warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the<br /> %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us<br /> cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball<br /> through a keyhole.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> > After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find<br /> that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful<br /> little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey,<br /> snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop<br /> machines.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> > Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say<br /> more?<br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-5776689578567490152010-04-08T02:50:38.940+10:002010-04-08T02:50:38.940+10:00Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a w...Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole<br /> watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we<br /> sneezed.. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our<br /> blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle<br /> of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet,<br /> moaning in pain all the way to the<br /> ER.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-11209268136238196952010-04-08T02:49:31.017+10:002010-04-08T02:49:31.017+10:00Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to ...Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on<br /> dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't<br /> spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course,<br /> amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to<br /> live with the growing little angels inside us steadily<br /> kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we<br /> were preparing to have Rosemary's<br /> Baby.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-18598585526252168832010-04-08T02:48:14.108+10:002010-04-08T02:48:14.108+10:00Our next little rite of passage was having sex for...Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the<br /> first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod<br /> push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right<br /> and didn't end up with his little cart before his<br /> horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was<br /> about.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-1721006350347575982010-04-08T02:47:07.699+10:002010-04-08T02:47:07.699+10:00Why
Women Are Crabby
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We started...Why<br /> Women Are Crabby<br /> ><br /> We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years<br /> old only to find that anything that came in contact with<br /> those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to<br /> tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra<br /> contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had<br /> calluses on our backs.<br /> > <br /> ><br /> ><br /> > Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or<br /> sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we<br /> cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little<br /> mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton<br /> rods in places we didn't even know we<br /> had.<br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> >Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-47708517003735710472010-04-07T13:47:51.051+10:002010-04-07T13:47:51.051+10:00Einstein, Edison, Newton and Dasouzasaby are geniu...Einstein, Edison, Newton and Dasouzasaby are geniuses of the world!Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-45792734965180713552010-04-07T11:31:16.532+10:002010-04-07T11:31:16.532+10:00Pete thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, ...Pete thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I<br /> can drop June off here<br /> on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play<br /> golf.Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-35943631346318001592010-04-07T11:29:45.505+10:002010-04-07T11:29:45.505+10:00When asked what the problem was, June went into a
...When asked what the problem was, June went into a<br />passionate, painful<br /> tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the<br />16 years they had<br /> been together.<br /><br /><br />She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy,<br /> emptiness,<br /> loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire<br /> laundry list of<br /> unmet needs she had endured over the course of their<br />relationship.<br /><br /><br /> Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient<br /> length of time,<br /> the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after<br /> asking June to<br /> stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra,<br /> put his hands on her<br />breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing<br /> her passionately as<br /> her partner Pete watched with a raised eyebrow!<br /><br />June shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat<br /> down while basking<br />in the glow of being highly aroused.<br /> The therapist turned to Pete and said, 'This is<br />what your woman needs at<br /> least three times a week.. Can you do this?'Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-60499403193153549192010-04-06T13:10:27.814+10:002010-04-06T13:10:27.814+10:00To all the wives of all the smokers
if he dont qui...To all the wives of all the smokers<br />if he dont quit smoking<br /><br /><br />come to me<br />I taste nicer tooJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-91975507931998843822010-04-06T12:04:30.340+10:002010-04-06T12:04:30.340+10:00when u tell a smoker SMOKING CAUSES CANCER
he say...when u tell a smoker SMOKING CAUSES CANCER<br /><br />he says OK<br />I dont want to live till 100 anyway<br />same with me<br /><br />until I read about erectile dysfunction and smokingJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-29465580675309814622010-04-06T12:04:30.341+10:002010-04-06T12:04:30.341+10:00Smoking causes sexual impotence too
restricted blo...Smoking causes sexual impotence too<br />restricted blood flow to the penisJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-33246089980230859662010-04-06T12:03:38.061+10:002010-04-06T12:03:38.061+10:00Christ has risen
and we must too
we have to chang...Christ has risen<br /><br />and we must too<br />we have to change<br /><br />I am glad to tell u Maria<br />I havent smoked for 8 days now<br /><br />my tongue is redder<br />my cheeks tooJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-3734924648945864722010-04-05T19:30:26.945+10:002010-04-05T19:30:26.945+10:00love ulove uJimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-61726985229787206292010-04-05T19:30:26.946+10:002010-04-05T19:30:26.946+10:00Bridget Jones?Bridget Jones?Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-44667121349946126112010-04-05T13:25:07.032+10:002010-04-05T13:25:07.032+10:00Bridget: What a refreshing surprise. Keep calling....Bridget: What a refreshing surprise. Keep calling. What happened three years back should never had happened. It is time to bury the hatchet, However let us not mark the spot.XXX.Vesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15390020901033513032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-69195282479950361332010-04-05T13:16:54.260+10:002010-04-05T13:16:54.260+10:00Happy birthday/anniversary, Vest.
BridgHappy birthday/anniversary, Vest.<br />BridgBridg.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-44421191782227070502010-03-25T22:20:59.446+11:002010-03-25T22:20:59.446+11:00Anon. It is a personal message. A need to know onl...Anon. It is a personal message. A need to know only by the recipient.Vesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15390020901033513032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-85129746098132993082010-03-25T22:13:32.059+11:002010-03-25T22:13:32.059+11:00Vest- What is or who is your prodigal s?Vest- What is or who is your prodigal s?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-34391212686819544932010-03-25T22:10:07.829+11:002010-03-25T22:10:07.829+11:00Wally: I read it in yesterdays Daily Telegraph, M...Wally: I read it in yesterdays Daily Telegraph, My fav newspaper, delivered to my door daily for less than a dollar.<br />Wally, it's where our local council big shots go to get their rocks off. The church is handy to repent their sins, a few Hail Mary's and they are off the hook until they get horny again.Vesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15390020901033513032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-27887809617647588542010-03-25T21:51:17.833+11:002010-03-25T21:51:17.833+11:00Is this on your patch vesty?
Money
Bizarre broth...Is this on your patch vesty?<br /><br />Money <br />Bizarre brothel backflip as council seeks to shut down gym.<br /><br />COUNCILS will usually do everything in their power to stop a brothel opening next door to a school or playground. <br />But one council is doing everything it can to shut down a children's gym centre after it inadvertently opened next door to a brothel.<br /><br />Now parents of the 300 children who attend the centre - about 100m from the brothel - are determined to keep it open.<br /><br />The group will file a 1000-strong petition with Wyong Shire Council next month in a last-ditch bid to force the council to reverse its decision.<br /><br />Kim Ryan, a former national gymnastics competitor, wanted to fulfil a lifetime dream and open her own gymnastics centre.<br /><br />Late last year when an appealing site came up in Berkeley Vale, she rang the council to ask if the building's 4B zoning was suitable.<br /><br />After she was told it was allowed she went ahead and opened the centre in January - only to be sent a letter by council ordering her to shut it down because there was a brothel next door.<br />"I didn't even know there was a brothel there," she said.<br /><br />Ms Ryan asked her landlord why he failed to mention it before she signed a three-year lease. Landlord Ken Parnell said the lease was arranged through a real-estate agent and given there was an aquatic centre across the road, a church a few doors down and a school nearby "it just never entered our minds". Having sunk $90,000 into setting up the business, the single mum faces financial ruin.WALLY.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-77510132049209533062010-03-25T17:29:50.161+11:002010-03-25T17:29:50.161+11:00Angie: Unfortunately I am restricted by my own rul...Angie: Unfortunately I am restricted by my own rules which prevent me drawing you a true picture of Jimmy. I suggest you call at his blog and find out using your police skills..<br />But don't have him arrested, that I hope will be my priviledge, sooner or later.Vesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15390020901033513032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610993.post-70814921160988061682010-03-25T00:44:01.391+11:002010-03-25T00:44:01.391+11:00A teacher is discussing biology and health to her ...A teacher is discussing biology and health to her 4th grade students: 'Human Beings are the only animals that stutter,' she says.<br /><br />A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."<br /><br />The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.<br /><br />'Well,' she began, 'I was in the back yard with my kitty <br /><br />and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!'<br /><br />'That must've been scary,' said the teacher.<br /><br />'It sure was,' said the little girl. 'My kitty raised her back, went "Sssss", "Sssss", "Sssss. 'And before she could say 'Shit,' the Rottweiler ate her!'<br /><br />The teacher had to leave the room.Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14058997155175484280noreply@blogger.com