Doctor Dave had sex with one of his patients and felt guilty all daylong. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn’t. The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming.  But every once in a while he’d hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said: Dave, don’t worry about it. You aren’t the first medical practitioner to have sex with one of their patients and you won’t be the last.  And you’re single. Just let it go, Dave."

But  invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to  reality, whispering:
Dave………….,Dave…………,Dave…………,Dave………….,Dave…………,Dave…………
You’re a veterinarian, you sick bastard".

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Here’s a good one from Paul’s weekly jokes.

Two farmers, Jim and Bob, are sitting at their favorite bar, drinking beer. Jim turns to Bob and says, "You know, I’m tired of going through life without an education. Tomorrow I think I’ll go to the Community College and sign up for some classes."
Bob thinks it’s a good idea, and the two leave. The next day, Jim goes down to the college and meets the Dean of Admissions, who signs him up for the four basic classes: Math, English, history, and Logic.
"Logic?" Jim says. "What’s that?" The dean says, "I’ll show you.  Do you own a weed-eater?"
"Yeah." "Then logically speaking, because you own a weed-eater, I think that you would have a yard."
"That’s true, I do have a yard."
"I’m not done," the dean says "Because you have a yard, I think logically that you would have a house."
"Yes, I do have a house"
"And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a family."
"I have a family."
"I’m not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must have a wife."
"Yes, I do have a wife."
"And because you have a wife, then logic tells me you must be a heterosexual."
"I am a heterosexual. That’s amazing; you were able to find out all of that because I have a weed-eater."

Excited to take the class now, Jim shakes the Dean’s hand and leaves to go meet Bob at the bar. He tells Bob about his classes, how he is signed up for Math, English, History, and Logic.
"Logic?" Bob says, "What’s that?"
Jim says, "I’ll show you. Do you have a weed-eater?"
"No."
"Then you’re a queer!"

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A Texas rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door.  A young boy, about 9, opened the door. "Is yer Dad home?" the rancher asked.
"No sir, he ain’t," the boy replied. "He went into town." "Well", said the rancher, "is yer Mom here?" "No, sir, she ain’t here neither. She went into town with Dad." "How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?" "He went with Mom and Dad." The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself. "Is there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I knows where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer Dad." "Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer Dad.  It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that", he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the hog, but, I really don’t know how much he gets fer Howard."

Just adding filler today – will have some boy pics soon – working on a few very cute young men photos.

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Well I have heard it all –

“Dr. Palaniappan told Bernama, the Malaysian national news agency, that masturbation and homosexual activity made “the body become an easy target for pandemic A(H1N1) infection,” however, the normal sexual union between members of the opposite sex was absolutely safe”

This quote is from a article in Thai Visa.  Thai A(H1N1) Resistant To Tamiflu – Malaysians Told To Stop Wanking .  We’ll have to watch carefully for future announcements –  What could be next – watching porn – could that lower your resistance too? – who knows.   We’ve been warned !!!!!! 

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First, Nu has left the Temple and is going to start school this Tue and is getting a apt of his own.  We’ve had some differences and a break was needed.

Second – I have completed work on my photo studio and plan on starting having models over – I will post examples of those who allow me to post their shots  –   At least I hope I can make some great shots.  I also think I will use gThaiStudio web-site for the gallery.  I’ll have to work on that, so stay tuned.

And finally  – Jerry sent me this one:

A man and his boyfriend were watching a TV program on Psychology, when the  man turned to his boyfriend and said, “I bet you can’t tell me something that  will make me happy and sad at the same time.”
           
He said, “You’ve got the biggest penis of all your friends.”

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Peter from ThaiChimes sent me this one:

Finally a tool to help the sun reach everywhere for that perfect 

French Riviera Suntan.

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Here’s a special site – Compare the pictures looking closely for differences

 – Can you detect what is different –

 

You’ll need to have “Flash plugin” working in your browser and also make sure you have your speakers turned on for the answer. It should suprise you.

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Resimay

To hoom it mae cunsern,

I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper.

I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting..

I think I am good on the phone and I no I am a pepole person,
Pepole really seam to respond
to me well. Certain men and all the boys.

I no my spelling is not to good but fi nd that I Offen can get a job thru my persinalety.

My salerery is open so we can discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am werth,

I can start emeditely. Thank you in advanse fore yore anser.

hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.

Sinseerly,

BRYAN

PS : Because my resimay is a bit short – below is a pickture of me.

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Employer’s response:

Dear Bryan , It’s OK honey, we’ve got spell check.

See you Monday.

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A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, ‘We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.’  He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn’t been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing, ‘We missed the R !    We missed the R !      We missed the R !’

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, ‘What’s wrong, father?’ With A choking voice, the old abbot replies, ‘The word was… CELEBRATE!!!’

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Mick and Paddy were walking home from the pub.

 Mick says to Paddy, ‘I can’t be bothered to walk all that way.’
‘I know,’ says Paddy, ‘but we’ve no money for a cab and we’ve missed the last bus home.’
‘We could steal a bus from the depot,’ Mick suggests.
They arrive at the bus depot and Mick tells Paddy to go in and get a bus while he keeps a look-out.
After shuffling around for ages, Mick shouts, ‘Paddy, what are you doing? Have you not found one yet?’
Paddy shouts back, ‘I can’t find a No. 91′
‘Oh Jeysus Christ, ye thick sod, take the No. 14 and we’ll walk from the roundabout.

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An Alabama preacher said to his congregation, ‘Someone in this
congregation has spread a rumor that I belong to the Ku Klux Klan. This is a horrible lie and one which a Christian community cannot tolerate. I am embarrassed and do not intend to accept this. Now, I want the party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian Family.’

No one moved. The preacher continued, ‘Do you have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood? Remember, you will be forgiven and in your heart you will feel glory. Now stand and confess your transgression.’ Again all was quiet.

Then slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop
traffic rose from the third pew. Her head was bowed and her voice
quivered as she spoke, ‘Reverend there has been a terrible
misunderstanding. I never said you were a member of the Ku Klux Klan. I simply told a couple of my friends that you were a wizard under the sheets.’

The preacher fell to his knees, his wife fainted, and the congregation roared.

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Manure:    In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship and it was also before commercial fertilizers were invented, so large shipments of manure were common.

It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by product is methane gas. As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen.

Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM!

Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening

After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term “Ship High In Transit” on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.

Thus evolved the term “S.H.I.T ” , (Ship High In Transport) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day.

You probably did not know the true history of this word.

Neither did I.  I had always thought it was a golf term.

Thanks Jerry for another sailor’s “pears of wisdom”.

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