another cheap lunch humor

A City cop was on his horse waiting to cross the street when a little girl on her new shiny bike stopped beside him. "Nice bike," the cop said "did Santa bring it to you?" "Yep," the little girl said, "he sure did!"

The cop looked the bike over and handed the girl a $5 ticket for a safety violation. The cop said, "Next year tell Santa to put a reflector light on the back of it."

The young girl looked up at the cop and said, "Nice horse you got there sir, did Santa bring it to you?" "Yes, he sure did," chuckled the cop.

The little girl looked up at the cop and said, "Next year tell Santa the dick goes underneath the horse, not on top."


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all lunch humor.........compliments from some facebookers that I cannot remember or rather know who they are...

Festive of giving and sharing rite .. ...ho ho ho

cheap lunch humor

A man dies and goes straight to Hell.

The devil greets him and immediately makes him face a big decision: "You may choose which room you wish to enter. Whichever room you choose, the person in that room will switch with you. They'll finally go to heaven after years of waiting and you'll take over until somebody switches with you. So go on, pick a room."

The devil leads him to the first room where someone is tied to a wall and is being whipped over and over again.

In the second room is a man strapped to a table being subjected to Chinese water torture.

Finally, in the third room is a man sitting in a chair while being pleasured by a beautiful woman."I choose this room!" the man says.

"Very well," the devil says. He walks up to the woman and taps her on the shoulder."You can go now. I've found you're replacement."

Complicated Sex and Wits

Venus to Mars in bed: "You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.” and “Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?”

Ain't getting any sex tonite

Mars to Venus in Tiffany's: "You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.” and “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?”

Ain't getting any sex either.



As much as souplad validates sex is as important as oxygen, he also hates to validate the fact that there is way to go for him to understand why sex is made so complicated.

P.S. Souplad is narrating a story that he heard. Souplad is not Mars.

Beer, good company and a little bittersour note.

The cliche "how's life" and "how have u been" started in orchard with lotsa peripherals about nutrition and a most unfortunate and in-your-face realisation of a 7K lunch.

A stroll down u-think-your-grandfather-owned orchard, a brief appreciation of those FUGLY christmas floats and a threat to pull Beerbrat's lack-of-one-button cargoes.

The Christmas moods was up a few notches when the 7K-lunch-banker, beer brat and I chased a dozen wings and wedges with several pints of asahi-s and Leffe's in ICE COLD beer with intermittent background of broken notes erupting "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "You give love a bad name" by a group of crazy farangs at No 5.

No climax yet. We agreed. Christmas Nite cannot end at 7pm.

Adjourned to Newton's circus.

Met 7K-lunch-banker's friend. To be exact a Until-further-notice-Rolex-bound friend.

Meet up was barely spiced with Stingray, 40 satays and a handful baby squids. We flushed all these down with more bottles of LAO HOR (Tiger, in hokkein) and still we are not happy and not stupid enough to embarrass each other with silly remarks.

Adjourned to Clarke Quay.

After several rounds of indecisiveness... we ended in Brewerkz. I had my fav Golden Ale. Yes, I felt very happy that I had my Golden Ale.

No shit. Very happy.

Had a couple rounds of polite pools and a few warm photoshots with the 7K-lunch-banker and the nite is punctuated by a bittersour note on my way back home.

a little bitter and sour after hearing the update that SHE is getting married. Yes .....it had to come from Beer brat.

A drama that was created at work and NV that wreck and screw up souplad.

However, the fleeting thought was very quickly replaced by images of little lamb. How I wish I can cuddle little lamb.


Christmas. A festival of giving.

Forsaken and Forgiven.

The chapter has finally closed.

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Beer Brat, he is Hock C____.

I think.

Send my regards to her if you still can talk to her.

Simple formula

214 + little lamb + Souplad - any unforseen circumstances = until further notice

Purpose Driven Driving

So this is christmas, and what have you done?

or rather what are you going to do for the rest for the 6 days before 2007 ends.


I m going to get that driving license.

I feel so handicap without knowing how to drive. This morning. Especially. So useless. All boys and Man need to know how to drive.

Damn it.

I AM GOING TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!!