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    I figured www.tapesh.com could use a little humor.

    Diary

    DEAR DIARY

    Day 1.
    Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate.
    When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in
    the bathroom and cried.

    Day 2.
    Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says,
    and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me
    something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed.

    Day 3.
    This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a
    picture of Nelson's Column and burst into tears.

    Day 4.
    A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix
    his 'problem.' It's called Viagra[/url]. I told him that if he takes things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this
    will work. I replaced his Prozac with the hoping to lift
    something other than his mood.

    Day 5.
    What absolute bliss!!.

    Day 6.
    Isn't life wonderful but it's difficult to write while he's doing that.

    Day 7.
    This thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at
    Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they
    were talking about him. But, have to admit it's very nice - I don't
    think I've ever been so happy.

    Day 8.
    I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing
    the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed whacker. I'm also
    getting a bit sore down there.

    Day 9.
    No time to write. He might catch me.

    Day 10.
    Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And
    to make matters worse, he's washing the down with neat whisky!
    What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over....

    Day 11.
    I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and
    Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my
    armpits hurt. He's a complete pig.

    Day 12.
    I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or
    even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become
    dangerous ..

    Day 13.
    Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to
    bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops,
    sorry" thing again, I'll kill the bastard.

    Day 14.
    I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started
    dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me.

    Day 15.
    I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to everything I sit
    on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over
    any more. Last night I told him to go and **** himself and he did.

    Day 16.
    The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody
    thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the and going
    back on Prozac.

    Day 17.
    Switched thepills but it doesn't seem to have made any
    difference......Christ !!! here he comes again with
    Day 18.
    He's back on The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all
    day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything
    for him. What absolute bliss!!.

    If this wasn't enough for you, you can read some more about it @ this blog I found.
    Enjoy

    Reply with good jokes if you know any.

    Thanks
    Last edited by Rasputin; 01-19-2007, 03:28 AM. Reason: Edited !

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    jaleb bood.

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    • #3
      دكتر به يه خانم باردار موقع وضع حمل ميگه: ما يه دستگاه جديد داريم که درد زايمان رو به پدر بچه منتقل ميكنه. موافقين كه ازش استفاده كنين؟ خانمه از شوهرش ميپرسه و اونهم موافقت ميكنه. دستگاه رو كار ميندازن و دكتره ميگه:
      - حالا ما ده درصد درد رو به پدر منتقل ميكنيم... آقا چطوره؟ طاقت ميارين؟
      - بله! حالم خوبه!
      - خوب حالا بيست درصد... چطوره؟
      - اينكه درد نيست!
      - پنجاه درصد؟
      - عين خيالم هم نيست. آقا اصلا صد درصد درد رو به من منتقل كنين كه خانمم راحت باشه!
      همينكار رو هم ميكنند و خانم به خوبي و خوشي و بدون كوچكترين دردي يه پسر كاكل زري به دنيا مياره. بچه رو تحويل ميگيرن و ميرن خونه. وقتي از راه ميرسن ميبينن نعش پستچي محل تو كوچه افتاده!!!

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      • #4
        looooooooool


        بگذاز غمت را فرياد كشم هموطن..تا بداني چه ديوانه وار دوستت مي دارم

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