Talking of California, how about this:

If Gray Davis loses his job as governor of California to Arnold Schwarzenegger, will that constitute a Total Recall?

 

and if Gary Coleman wins....would he only be in for a *short term"?

 

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its also an oxymoron(sp) like jumbo shrimp and criminal inteligence.
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Or smart Aggie.... ;D

 

The blackout didn't bother anyone on Parliament Hill or any other government. They've been operating in the dark for years.

 

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The blackout didn't bother anyone on Parliament Hill or any other government. They've been operating in the dark for years.
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And that's because of where they have their heads. ;D

 

A drunk staggered up to a motorist working on his car. ''Whassamatter pal?'' said the drunk. ''Piston broke,'' sighed the motorist. ''Me too,'' groaned the drunk. ''Me too.''

 

If an Irishman wanted to reduce his costs when constructing a stone wall, would he build it using shamrocks?

 

Subject: CLOCKS IN HEAVEN:

Hillary Clinton died and went to heaven. As she stood in front of St. Peter
at the Pearly Gates, she saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.
She asked, "What are all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a
Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh," said Hillary, "whose clock is that?"
"That's Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she
never told a lie."
"Incredible," said Hillary. "And whose clock is that one?"
St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved
twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life."
"Where's Bill's clock?" asked Hillary.
"Bill's clock is in Moses' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan."

 

Mohandas Gandhi walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He ate very little, which made him rather frail. And with his odd diet, he also suffered from bad breath. This made him a super-callused fragile mystic vexed by halitosis.

 

lol...

 

The label on the spittoon in the wine bar reads: Grape Expectorations.

 

okay NOW it is the heat........ :

 

;D ;D ;D

 

A midget fortune teller escaped from prison one night. The following day, the newspaper's headline read: ''Small Medium at Large.''

 

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