"Kvinnor ser trevliga ut när de bär smycken. En man kan bära en ring, det är allt. Allt utöver det kommer att få honom att se ut som en barpianist som heter Mark."
*fnissar*
Trevlig Helg!!! Nu ar det PARTY dags!!!
//A
Usch vad ni är tråkiga
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Trådstarten, av Pace
Kom med några roliga inlägg istället! Hört på bussen idag, far till sin son: \- Vet du vad det är för skillnad på dig och din lillebror? \- Näääääee \- Din lillebror kan hålla tyst ibland :e (som om det här skulle vara roligt kommer någon att säga...)
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Lite mera startrek humor, det är en guld gruva:
"He's dead Jim."
"You've barely looked at him."
"I'm a doctor, I know."
"Why don't you try to revive him?"
"It's too much like work."
"What?!"
"I said it's too late for him."
"Wait, is he still breathing?"
"No, just a nerve twitch."
"I saw him move."
"He's dead. Watch." [begins kicking him in the head]
"Bones, stop it!"
"See! All dead."
"Bones, he's trying to fight you off!"
"No he's not. Stay dead you stupid-"
"Bones for the love of God!"
"*huff* *huff* See.... dead."
Oohh en till!
I went to a Wendy's drive thru today, and when I pulled up to the window I
found out the window cashier (male) had: black nail polish, mascara, about
four lip rings, and two spikes protruding nearly an inch out of his chin.
Now, some of you may dress that way and find it fashionable, and to each
their own. But if you were the manager, why would you put someone like that
in a position where they regularly come in contact your customers? I can
just imagine the guy they bumped back to working the grill.
"Welcome to Wendy's. I am Lord Mortica, prince of all that is dark and
evil, and you will BOW DOWN BEFORE ME! MWAHAHAHA!!! It's all me, my will,
MY WILL, NOT YOURS! I've got the keys to the kingdom! That's right, I'm
the god, I'M THE GOD!!!!! Would you like to try a combo today?"
På en länge fruktad filosofitenta på universitetet löd den enda frågan: Vad är mod?
Alla studenterna började skriva så pennorna glödde och kastade sig ut i de mest besynnerliga resonemang.
Alla - nästan... En kille skrev ingenting, han funderade ett slag, skrev en mening på sitt svarspapper och lämnade in det.
Vad han skrev? Detta:
Det här är mod.
Killen fick det enda MVG't i klassen. 
Nu börjar det likna något!
smileysar av möjliga. Det kan alltså bli bättre!
Hahahaha! Hittade ännu mera Startrek humor: här är en liten hur det borde ha varit:
Kanske lite 'grov' 
In Star Trek Insurrection, after Riker showed off his newly shorn face, and stated that 'smooth as an androids's butt', Data touched it briefly, smirked, then walked away.
How it should have gone ...
DATA touches RIKER's face, then meets his gaze.
DATA: Commander, your statement is in error.
RIKER: (Patiently) Data, it's just an expression ...
DATA: An expression which can lead to an erronious conclusion. I will allow you to make a comparison.
DATA turns around and unfastens his pants. RIKER statres in shock as DATA lowers hi pants to his knees.
DATA: You may make you tactile assessment now, Commander.
RIKER looks around the deserted corridor while the android moons him.
RIKER: I do not want to touch your ass, okay?
DATA: Please make your assessment.
RIKER: Data, this is a direct order; pull your pants up now!
DATA: For future comparison studies this is ..
RIKER Oh for God's sake ...
RIKER grabs DATA's belt line and tries to pull up his pants. It's hard going with an android's strength.
RIKER: Data ... for god's sake ...!
A NOISE OS makes RIKER look to his left; PICARD and TROI are watching them, probably having seen the Commander attempting something with Data that involved straining and lots of hip action.
PICARD: Is there something you want to tell us, Number One?
Jag tyckte denna var rolig:
A man walks in to a gun store.
Storeowner:
Yes sir, how may I help you?
Man:
I would like to buy a gun.
Storeowner:
Yes, I have this .25cal pocket pistol superb little piece of weaponry.
Man:
No, I need a bigger gun
Storeowner:
Well, what about this little beauty? It's a .38cal “Saturday night special”.
Man:
No, Bigger!
Storeowner:
Ok, I have just the gun for you, a .357mag, what do you think?
Man:
No, BIGGER!!!
Storeowner:
Well, this is the biggest gun ever, a .44 automag, the most powerful handweapon ever!!
Man:
Ok, looks fine, Ill take it.
Storeowner:
Sir, may I ask why you need such a big gun?
Man:
I'm gonna shoot some cans.
Storeowner:
Cans???
Man:
Yes, Mexicans, Africans, Pourtoricans....
Jag tycker inte att den var rolig 
. Snarare osmaklig...
Jo jag var rädd att min skulle vara för osmaklig men inte längre.