Funny!
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Bill Rankin
Three guys were out golfing on a beautiful sunny day.
At one hole, they had to hit over a water hazard.
The first guy hits his ball — splash — right into the water. No problem, he walks over, raises his club, and the water parts! He takes his shot and lands it on the green.
The second guy hits his ball — it floats on the water! He casually walks across the surface, hits it, and lands it on the green too.
The third guy hits his ball — straight into the water. A fish grabs it. A hawk swoops down and grabs the fish. Lightning strikes, scaring the hawk, and it drops the fish into a tree. The ball pops out of the fish’s mouth, bounces down the tree, rolls across the green… and drops right into the hole!
Moses looks at Jesus and says: “I swear, I hate golfing with your Father.”
At one hole, they had to hit over a water hazard.
The first guy hits his ball — splash — right into the water. No problem, he walks over, raises his club, and the water parts! He takes his shot and lands it on the green.
The second guy hits his ball — it floats on the water! He casually walks across the surface, hits it, and lands it on the green too.
The third guy hits his ball — straight into the water. A fish grabs it. A hawk swoops down and grabs the fish. Lightning strikes, scaring the hawk, and it drops the fish into a tree. The ball pops out of the fish’s mouth, bounces down the tree, rolls across the green… and drops right into the hole!
Moses looks at Jesus and says: “I swear, I hate golfing with your Father.”
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... Disk-world... 
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... that's a good chapca... 
wonder if potis also count...
wonder if potis also count...
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... individuals like this are the reason we now have instructions on shampoo bottles...
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... dang, they really exists...
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At least one got it...
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... if I'd ended up being hunted...
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Bill Rankin
The local bar had a standing $1000 challenge: the bartender would squeeze a lemon until not a single drop remained, then hand the rind to a challenger. If they could squeeze even one more drop, they’d win the cash.
Over the years, plenty of tough guys tried—dockworkers, boxers, even pro wrestlers—but nobody ever managed it.
One night, a burly biker in a leather jacket strolled in, his boots echoing across the floor. With a smirk, he said, “I’ll take your bet.”
The bartender laughed but agreed. He grabbed a lemon, squeezed it until it was bone dry, then handed the pitiful remains to the biker.
To everyone’s amazement, the biker clenched the rind in his fist and squeezed. One... two... three drops trickled into the glass.
The bar exploded with cheers. The bartender handed over the $1000 and asked, “Alright, man—what’s your deal? You a powerlifter or something?”
The biker chuckled as he pocketed the cash.
“Nah,” he said. “I’m the guy who tightens the bolts on Harleys at the factory.”
Over the years, plenty of tough guys tried—dockworkers, boxers, even pro wrestlers—but nobody ever managed it.
One night, a burly biker in a leather jacket strolled in, his boots echoing across the floor. With a smirk, he said, “I’ll take your bet.”
The bartender laughed but agreed. He grabbed a lemon, squeezed it until it was bone dry, then handed the pitiful remains to the biker.
To everyone’s amazement, the biker clenched the rind in his fist and squeezed. One... two... three drops trickled into the glass.
The bar exploded with cheers. The bartender handed over the $1000 and asked, “Alright, man—what’s your deal? You a powerlifter or something?”
The biker chuckled as he pocketed the cash.
“Nah,” he said. “I’m the guy who tightens the bolts on Harleys at the factory.”
