I’d like these, thank you

redbaronx71, that imagery of the embergo-lift order is hilarious. Maybe that’s what the president will have in the “football” these days instead of nuclear launch codes.

I would bet dollars to donuts that there is an order to lift the embargo somewhere under glass, like in one of those emergency boxes: “In case of Castro’s Death, break glass”, with a Federal Agent standing right next to it, periodically touching his ear, talking into his watch, and adjusting his sunglasses…

Not only do we have an incredibly liberal and globally-minded president, we have a liberal, globally-minded president who SMOKES… maybe he’ll put in the call to engage that particular Federal Agent if our international intelligence gets word of Castro even just having a tough time on the toilet or satellite photos show him even just briefly clutching at his chest…

“…it’s the big one this time… break the glass…”

The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the IRS office.

The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.

The auditor said, ‘Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment,
which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I’m not sure the IRS finds that believable.’

I’m a great gambler, and I can prove it,’ says Grandpa. ‘How about a demonstration?’

The auditor thinks for a moment and said, ‘Okay. Go ahead.’

Grandpa says, ‘I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.’

The auditor thinks a moment and says, ‘It’s a bet.’

Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor’s jaw drops.

Grandpa says, ‘Now, I’ll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.’

Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn’t blind, so he takes the bet.

Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.

The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa’s attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.

‘Want to go double or nothing?’ Grandpa asks
‘I’ll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.’

The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there’s no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.

Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can’t make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor’s desk.

The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But Grandpa’s own attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.

‘Are you okay?’ the auditor asks.

‘Not really,’ says the attorney. ‘This morning, when Grandpa told me he’d been summoned for
an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and piss all over your desk and that you’d be happy about it!’

Don’t Mess with Old People!!

With that said, I don’t propose that they will win this weekend; then again, I also didn’t think they’d win LAST weekend (man, it took me two days to come out of that haze).

However, if they DO beat Indy (and I won’t say that they will or won’t), I may have to contact that Lizard Man and make myself a purchase!!!

Anytime a JET can smack around a Manning, I am game.