Amazing Video - The Coin

It's  a trick, we all know that. It's still pretty amazing!

Funny Video - Benny Hill's Wishing Well

Very Funny Video - Kung Fu Cow

The Naked Cowboy

The Sheriff in a small-town walks out in the street and sees a blonde Cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy hat, gun, and his boots, so he arrests him for indecent exposure.

As he is locking him up, he asks 'Why in the world are you dressed like this?'

The Cowboy says: "Well it's like this Sheriff ... I was in the bar down the road and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with Her. So I did.

We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt. So I did.

Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants. So I Did.
Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts. So I did.
Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and says, 'Now go to town cowboy ... '
And here I am" 


Son of a Gun! Blonde Men do exist!!

Tags:Blonde,NakedCowboy

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Potentially & Realistically

A boy went up to his father and asked him, 'Dad, what is the difference between potentially and realistically?'

The father thought for a moment, then answered, 'Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and then, ask your brother if he'd sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Come back and tell me what you learn from that.'

So the boy went to his mother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' The mother replied, 'Of course I would! We could really use that money to fix up the house and send you kids to a great University!'

The boy then went to his sister and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' The girl replied, 'Oh my God! I LOVE Brad Pitt I would sleep with him in a heartbeat, are you nuts?!?!?!'

The boy then went to his brother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' 'Of course,' the brother replied. 'Do you know how much a million bucks would buy?'

The boy pondered the answers for a few days, then went back to his dad. His father asked him, 'Did you find out the difference between potentially and realistically?'

The boy replied, 'Yes .... potentially, you and I are sitting on three million dollars ... but realistically, ... we're living with two sluts and a homosexual.'

Tags: potentially, realistically

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Letter To I Don't Remember Whom

Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful and something is slipping in my head;

I got used to arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, but oh, how much I miss my mind.

For sometimes I cannot remember when I stand atop the stairs,
If I must go down for something, or if I've just come up from there.

And before the fridge, so often my mind is filled with nagging doubt.
Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out.

I called a friend not long ago, when he answered I just moaned.
I hung up quickly without speaking, for I'd forgotten whom I'd phoned.

And when the darkness falls upon me I stand alone and scratch my head.
I don't know if I'm retiring, or just getting out of bed?

Once I stood in my own bathroom, wondering if I'd used the pot.
I flushed it just in case I had, and sat down just in case I'd not.

So, now if it's my turn to write you. there's no need for getting sore;
It may be that I think I've written, and don't need to write no more.

Now I stand beside the mail box With a face so very red
Instead of mailing you the letter, I have opened it instead.

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My Right Leg - A Fictional Story

My father was standing on the edge of the motorway by his car, Esperada, with a plastic bottle/container in his hand. Obviously hoping someone would pick him up. I was on my motorcycle, with helmet on covering my face. I stopped next to him without identifying myself. "You ran out of gas?" I asked. "Yes." he said. "Hop on." My father got on to the back of the motor without recognizing me. We had not seen each other for 5 years. Nor had we spoken during all that time. The last time we had a little hug was at my mother's funeral. Afterwards, without anything had actually happened between us, we had somehow left longer and longer gaps between phone calls, until the communication stopped altogether. I noticed how he lower his head to protect himself from the wind, and without a doubt, he had rested his gaze and noted the raised platform of my right shoe. As I have my right leg a bit shorter than my left. My father had talked to me many times in the past about the shock and unhappiness when, soon after my birth, the doctors revealed to my parents this news. I had the feeling they felt guilty for the lack of those few centimetres on my right leg, or the few centimetres too many on my left; depends how one sees it. I never did find out which of the two was the defected one. I rode on with great nimbleness, weaving in and out between other cars, with movements at times could be considered imprudence. I sensed that my father, despite his usual shyness with any physical contact with other people, had held on to my shoulder with his left hand, while his right was holding the plastic bottle pressing it tighter again his thigh. I also knew he hadn't stopped staring at the extra high sole and heel of my right shoe, doubtless wondering if I was his son. Perhaps remembering the succession of medical sessions and endless X-Rays, examinations and consultations, to finally arrive at the simplest solution: putting supplement to balance out the different lengths of my legs. Then he executed a barely notable gentle squeeze of my shoulder, which could have been interpreted as a show of affection. To which I did not respond. We arrived at the garage where he got off. I told him I couldn't take him back to his car, and he replied that I shouldn't worry, that he would find somebody. I noticed his effort trying hard to see my face through the eyeshade of the helmet, so steamed up and blurred. That night, the telephone rang in my house, twice, but cut off when I picked it up ... Tags:father.son,rightleg

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