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I have an aunt on my Dad's side. Her name is Molly. She is a really nice lady but she doesnt get out much and wont socialize because, well because she has a lot of really big moles on her face
actually a LOT of really BIG moles sometimes I slipped and call her Aunt Moley We got her to come out with us one time (my dad and I) after a lot of cajoling (that means begging for you GED'ers) And we took her to the flea market. She was all down and out and feeling really self concious as we cruised the booths looking for some cheap power tools and we passed this one boot and behind the counter was this older guy who had no legs. He was sitting on a board with wheels on it so he could push himself around with a couple of plumbers helpers (plungers). But he was laughing and giggling and cutting up and having a great time. And my dad says to Aunt Moley, ummm I mean Molly, he said "See Molly. some people have it worse than you and are still happy. That guy has no legs and see how he can still laugh?" That made her feel a lot better. And inspired her to [have a more positive attitude. But then as we walked on by we heard him laughing his azz of and say "Good Gawd!! Did you see the moles on that woman's face?" The moral of the story is, no matter how bad you think you have it there is always some one worse off that you can make fun of now dont move this to jokes cause this is more about a perspective of hardship not just a funny story |
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Poor Ms. Molly. I actually feel sorry for her.
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yeah and she was a pretty big woman
and wore spandex pants all the time when she farted it would bubble up under the spandex and look like she had a little squirrel running around her thighs |
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yeah and she was a pretty big woman and wore spandex pants all the time when she farted it would bubble up under the spandex and look like she had a little squirrel running around her thighs |
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Whoa!
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Thank you Larry the Cable Guy!!!
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Thank you Larry the Cable Guy!!! hahaha that there is funny. I don't care who you are |
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Lord forgive me for that!!!
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Good Golly Ms. Molly......sounds terribly uncomfortable.
The moles and the farts. |
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Edited by
agrant333
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Sat 08/22/09 09:09 PM
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I stand before you,to set behind you,to tell you a story i don't nothing about.
one dark dark night,in the middle of the day Two dead boy's got up to play,back to back they faced eachother,turned around an shot eachother,a death police man heard the noise,an came shot the two dead boys... An the moral of the story...makes no sense! |
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I stand beside you ,to tell you a story i don't nothing about. one dark dark night,in the middle of the day Two dead boy's got up to play,back to back they faced eachother,turned around an shot eachother,a death police man heard the noise,an came shot the two dead boys... An the moral of the story...makes no sense! Sure doesn't. |
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It was a riddle that i heard growing up?
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It was a riddle that i heard growing up? It looked familiar. I like it, but it doesn't make sense. |
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You can't be perfect in this life!
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yeah and she was a pretty big woman and wore spandex pants all the time when she farted it would bubble up under the spandex and look like she had a little squirrel running around her thighs Poor miss Molly. : |
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I stand before you,to set behind you,to tell you a story i don't nothing about. one dark dark night,in the middle of the day Two dead boy's got up to play,back to back they faced eachother,turned around an shot eachother,a death police man heard the noise,an came shot the two dead boys... An the moral of the story...makes no sense! I learned it as: One dark day, in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight back to back they faced each other turned around and shot each other a deaf policeman heard the noise and came and shot the two dead boys It's kinda like the line: I see said the blind man.. or.. I hear you said the deaf man Word riddles to mess w/your mind |
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I stand before you,to set behind you,to tell you a story i don't nothing about. one dark dark night,in the middle of the day Two dead boy's got up to play,back to back they faced eachother,turned around an shot eachother,a death police man heard the noise,an came shot the two dead boys... An the moral of the story...makes no sense! That reminds me of a little song I know. Oh, MacTavish is dead & his brother don't know it, And his brother is dead & MacTavish don't know it, And they're both lying dead in the very same bed, And neither one knows that the other is dead!! So there! |
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