I think there's something missing in the third paragraph, classicman.

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just a comma that needs to be a period, I believe.

I'll take a coma over a period any day....

In a heartbeat!!

I think he was referring to the rest of a true Irishman's order.

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thats more of a WTF than humorous.

In the nightmare I found myself nude in bed, and I was looking at a mirror on the ceiling, and I discovered that I am a black, and I'm circumcised! Quickly I sat up, found my pants and looked in the pockets to find my driver's license photo, and the face was the same color. Black.

I felt myself being very depressed, downcast, sitting in a chair. But it's a wheelchair! That means, of course, besides being black and Jewish, I'm also disabled!

I said to myself, aloud 'This is impossible. It's impossible that I should be black and Jewish and disabled.' 'It's the pure and holy truth', whispers someone from behind me. I turn around, and it's my boyfriend.
Just what I needed! I am gay, and on top of that, with a Mexican boyfriend.

Oh, my God..... black, Jewish, disabled, gay, with a Mexican boyfriend, drug addict, and HIV-positive!!!

Desperate, I begin to shout, cry, pull my hair, and Oh noooooo... I'm bald!

The telephone rings. It's my brother. He is saying, 'Since mom and dad died the only thing you do is hang out, take drugs, and laze around all day doing nothing. Get a job you worthless piece of crap... Any job.'

Mom?... Dad?... Nooooooooo... Now I'm also an unemployed orphan!

I try to explain to my brother how hard it is to find a job when you are black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, are a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, and an orphan.

But he doesn't get it.
Frustrated, I hang up.
It's then I realize I only have one hand!

With tears in my eyes I go to the window to look out. I see I live in a shanty-town full of cardboard and tin houses! There is trash everywhere.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain near my pacemaker....Pacemaker?

Besides being black, Jewish, disabled, gay with a Mexican boyfriend, a drug addict, HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, an invalid with one hand, and having a bad heart, I live in a crappy neighborhood.

At that very moment my boyfriend approaches and says to me, 'Sweetie pie, my love, my little black heartthrob, have you decided who are you going to vote for in the Primary? McCain or Huckabee?

Say it isn't so! I can handle being a black, disabled, one handed, drug addicted, Jewish homosexual on a pacemaker who is HIV positive, bald, orphaned, unemployed, lives in a slum, and has a Mexican boyfriend, but please, oh dear God,
please don't tell me I'm a Republican!!!!!

typical woman - distracted by the obvious and missing the subtle beauty found elsewhere.


;)

Is that the joke that the councilwoman in CO ended up resigning over?

:) lol lookout.....I like your humor.

funny story xob

Picasso was painting in the park one afternoon. A woman recognized the master and wished to capitalize on her good fortune. She politely asked Picasso if he would please sketch her portrait, as she had so long admired his work. He agreed, and within five minutes, handed the woman a lovely portrait. "Thank you! Thank you!" the woman replied. "What do I owe you?" To which, Picasso replied, "That will be $5,000." The woman, taken aback, said, "Five thousand dollars? But it only took you five minutes!" "No, madam," replied Picasso, "it has taken me all my life."
Picasso was painting in the park one afternoon. A woman recognized the master and wished to capitalize on her good fortune. She politely asked Picasso if he would please sketch her portrait, as she had so long admired his work. He agreed, and within five minutes, handed the woman a lovely portrait. "Thank you! Thank you!" the woman replied. "What do I owe you?" To which, Picasso replied, "That will be $5,000." The woman, taken aback, said, "Five thousand dollars? But it only took you five minutes!" "No, madam," replied Picasso, "it has taken me all my life."



Moral of the story: don’t underestimate someone else’s talents.