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Cameron:
I really don't care what your Jewish friends thought of these.  I do not think that this is the right place for these 'jokes' and I am offended, and I don't think it is right at all.

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--- Quote from: Cameron on February 13, 2008, 01:27:44 am ---I really don't care what your Jewish friends thought of these.  I do not think that this is the right place for these 'jokes' and I am offended, and I don't think it is right at all.

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As I said Cameron I am sorry for that, it was not my intention to offend any one or demean anyone.  To me this particular joke is no different than blond jokes or gay jokes or any other type of joke that poke fun at someone specific.   As for offense I myself have been offended by many things posted by people at Bettermost over the year or so I have been here but choose not to create waves in this closed environment over something that is simply a difference of opinion, views, values or culture. Of course you are free to lodge a complaint with the moderator of this forum Sheriff Roland.  I trust in Roland's judgement and will abide any decision he makes if you chose to take that avenue to express your concerns.

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A Redneck Valentine

Kudzu is green,
my dog's name is Blue
And I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
And without all them fleas.
You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
But I luv you anyway.
You're as graceful as okry
Jist a-dancin' in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop
Right out of the can.
You have all yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.
On special occasions,
When you shave yore armpits,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
I'm plumb outta my wits.
Still them fellers at work
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purty, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles
And stick 'em in the can.
Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler
Racin' through the mud,
Yet fragile as that sanger
Named Naomi Judd.
Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like no fire ant
Upon which I oft' tread.
Cut from the best pattern
Like a flannel shirt of plaid,
You sparked up my life
Like a Rattletrap shad.
When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin'.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin'.
And when you get old
Like a '57 Chevy,
Won't put you on blocks
And let grass grow up heavy.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
It's romantic that way.
Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
'That's impressive,' I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
'Diamonds are forever,'
They explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey,
These will not do.
For you are too special,
You sweet thang you.
I got you a gift,
Without taste nor odor,
Better than diamonds
it's a new trollin' motor.

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