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Hi Y'all :twitch:

 

Wanted to share a joke I heard today. Made me laugh, so I figure the same biological response might be triggered with you upon reading this frivolity :agreed:

I made it more Sacred-ish though, but the joke remains the same.

 

In the lands of the undead, a brave general was given command of a grand city.

One day, one of the men on the city walls shouts: 'To arms! To arms!, undeads spotted. A few dozen of em sir.'

 

Like the wary soldier said, a horde of 50 undead ran towards the city.

The general shouted to his men: 'Men, get me my red cloack!'

No sooner then he had said it, the men got his cloack and the general plunged into battle, leaving no undead alive (or alive-ish).

 

The next day another soldier on the wall shouted.

'To arms! To arms!, the undead are back, it's hundreds of em sir.

And again, the general shouted: 'Men, get me my red cloack'.

No sooner said then done, the general wore his read cape, and rode his men to battle 500 raging undead.

 

After the battle, one of the soldiers asked:

'Sir, what's with the red cloack ?'

the general replied: 'It's so that the soldiers won't see the blood from my wounds, and keep their spirits high!'

 

After that day it remaind quite for a week or two.

And all of the sudden, when the men allmost forgot about the undead, another soldier shouted on the walls

'To arms!To arms! Undead legions spotted sir, it's thousands of em. all accross the horizon sir!.

The better part of 10.000 undead soldiers neard the city at disturbing rates.

 

The general called his men and said: 'Men, get me my red cloack!'.

A few seconds later he added 'And my brown pants!'

Edited by gogoblender
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LOL!

That was awesome Prom, you've got a gift for the laugh.

Just what I needed on a Friday after a long week.

 

Thank you!

:)

 

gogo

 

p.s. I'm gonna charge copy right for that style soon :)

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A good one :drinks:

A friend of mine sent me this one today, enjoy.

 

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Have your parents tell you a story with a moral at the end.

 

 

 

The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

 

 

 

"Johnny, do you have a story to share?"

 

 

 

"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Mary. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a small flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops.

 

 

 

She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last of the enemy troops with her bare hands."

 

 

 

"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"

 

 

 

"Stay the Hell away from Aunt Mary when she's drinking."

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