 | Well hello there. You can call me Betty Boob. The "Site Owner" has asked me to hang out here with my pet jaguar, Rex, to warn his visitors that they may not find the humor on these pages funny. |
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You see, he received the following e-mail one day:
"Okay, the journal has been fixed, but it definitely has some questionable content on it. If you’re in touch with the site owner at all can you please ask them to review our Terms of Service so they don’t get their account deleted. Thanks!"
So, I'm here to tell you that this is a site for Humor. Well Duh . . . That's why it is called "Chuckles of Alex's Place". Those of you who recognize this, come on in and enjoy the musings. Feel free to comment. And share some of your own humor.
Those of you who find the content of these pages "questionable", simply leave. You don't have to read them. Nobody is forcing you to come here. There aren't any "pop-ups" appearing on your screen directing you here. There are no other gimmicks to re-direct you here. If you don't like what you see here don't come back!
For those "parents" out there who may not want their children to view these pages, exercise your right . . . no . . . your Duty as a parent to control your children and prevent them from coming here. Do not attempt to control the "site owner". He is not your child. If you cannot exert enough influence over your offspring to guide them to conform to your values, you have our sympathy.
As for Bravenet, delete this account if you must. Then you can count yourself among those religious Zealots who find it necessary to wreak havoc in the world and go on killing and rioting rampages over a comical picture. It will not bother us. We probably spend too much time here anyway.
And finally, to those who feel the need to monitor and control everyone else in the world have a Pizza on us. Just click the Pizza pie to order it.
Turn up your volume and listen for this is where you would have society heading!
Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. Next to them, a single red rose!
Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick!
"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling!"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table eating. Jack asks, "Son. what happened last night?" Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."
Confused he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,
'Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!'"
Broken Coffee Table $399.
Hot Breakfast $4.20
Two Aspirins $0.18
Saying the right thing at the right time . .
Priceless
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