We've Got A Joke From Our Good Friend & Member Bob.
To Help Bring In The Weekend.
Three women are about to be executed for crimes. One’s a brunette, one’s a redhead, and one’s a blonde.
Two guards bring the brunette forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, so the executioner shouts, ‘Ready... aim...’
Suddenly the brunette yells, ‘Earthquake!’
Everyone is startled and looks around. She manages to escape.
The angry guards then bring the redhead forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, so the executioner shouts, ‘Ready... aim...’
The redhead then screams, ‘Tornado!’
Yet again, everyone is startled and looks around. She, too, escapes execution. By this point, the blonde has figured out what the others did. The guards bring her forward, and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She also says no, so the executioner shouts: Ready... aim...’
The blonde shouts: ‘Fire!’
Hey! It's Friday The 13th.
Be Careful Out There.
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!
SATURDAY, JANUARY 14, 2017.
Today Is Old Russian New Year's Eve!
Happy New Year!
MONDAY, JANUARY 16, 2017.
Bad News: It's Monday.
Good News: We Have A Joke From Our Member Greg!
A bit of Navy Humor.
A gray-headed old man shuffled into a downtown bar holding his head up high. His hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the
window and handed it to the bartender.
"I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was a Navy Sea Wolf pilot, flying Huey`s in support of the Navy SEALS, spec war operators back in 'Nam, but
when they retired the Sea Wolves, all the thrill was gone, and soon they cashed me in as well. I learned to play the piano at Officers' Club happy hours,
so here I am."
The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had a piano player and business was falling off. So,
why not give him a try.....?
The old pilot shuffled his way over to the piano while several patrons snickered. By the time he was into his third bar of music, every voice was silenced.
What followed was a rhapsody of soaring music unlike anything heard in the bar before. When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender took the old Sea Wolf pilot a beer and asked him the name of the song he had just played. It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Balls
To The Wall For You" he said. After along pull from the beer, leaving it empty, he said "I wrote it myself."
The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but the piano player just went on into a knee-slapping, hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place jumping.
After he finished, the Sea Wolf pilot acknowledged the applause, downed a second offered mug, and told the crowd the song was called, "Big Boobs Make My
He then launched into another mesmerizing song and everyone in the room was enthralled. He announced that it was the latest rendition of his song, "Spread 'em
Baby, It's Foggy Out Tonight and I Need To See The Centerline", excused himself and headed for the john.
When he came out the bartender went over to him and said, "Hey, fly boy, the job is yours; but do you know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the old fighter pilot replied, "Hell, I wrote it!"
That's One Damn Fine Funny.
Hey! Have A Damn Fine Day.
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 18, 2017.
Olga In Vitebsk Sent Some Beautiful Photos From Around Town.
Olga Helps Our Guys While They're Visiting Their Women In Vitebsk.