Obama Open To Torture Memos Probe, Prosecution
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By BEN FELLER, Associated Press Writer Ben Feller, Associated Press Writer
WASHINGTON – Widening an explosive debate on torture, President Barack Obama on Tuesday opened the possibility of prosecution for Bush-era lawyers who authorized brutal interrogation of terror suspects and suggested Congress might order a full investigation.
Read the full article here http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090421/ap_on_go_pr_wh/us_obama_interrogation_memos;_ylt=ApDklr6pv84BuDENf6cYTASyFz4D and let me know what you think. I have been hearing this almost all day and I’m still forming my opinion.
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The Biker & Waitress
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(This one came courtesy of my wife.)
A crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country pulls up to a tavern in the middle of no where, parks his bike and walks inside.
As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:
COLD BEER: $2.00
HAMBURGER: $2.25
CHEESEBURGER: $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the ole’ biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
She glides down behind the bar to the ole biker.
“Yes?” she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, “may I help you?”
The ole biker leans over the bar, “I was wondering young lady,” he whispers, “are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?”
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs “Why yes, yes, I sure am”.
The ole’ biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, “Well, wash your hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger”.
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4 AM Casino Piss Break
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Editor’s Note: This was submitted by our good friend Lee!!
I work as a poker room host in a casino in SW Michigan. My shift is from 10pm till 6am, which kinda sux, but has it’s merits too. I will admit that it’s not as interesting as Wal-mart at 4am……but close! On this particular evening, I head over to the restroom to take a much needed break. In the restrooms here, there are a bank of stand up johns on one side of the room, then the stalls on the other side of the room. Above each of the standing units, there are small shelves to put your drink on while you take care of your business. On this particular occasion, it was about 3:30am. There are 8 stand up stalls and I take #7. Immediately after I take my position, another fella comes in. He’s got a red ball cap on, light blue denim shirt, blue jeans and a pair of white tennis shoes. I would say this gentleman is in his mid 60s and on 1st glance, would think he is part of the farming community. He takes the #2 position on the wall and lets out a sigh of relief. Remember the shelves above the urinals I spoke of? This guy leans foreward to spit into the urinal…and hits the bill of his hat on the shelf. He jerks backwards as his hat dislodges from his melon, and the hat proceeds to fall down towards…well…where it shouldn’t be headed. I see this commotion out of the corner of my eye and turn to my right in time to see 2…yup…2 hands moving up to catch the hat before it hits the pool. At the same time I see the hands…I also see the “fountain of youth” shoot skyward. Yea…exactly…so not only is the hat headed for the drink…there is an unattended fire hose on the loose and it’s going EVERYWHERE! Shoes…shirt (light blue denim mind you)…floor…wall……everywhere. I’m having a hard enough time suppressing my own snickers, let alone keeping my “business” aimed where it should be. Poor guy is cussin’ a blue streak the whole time and wouldn’t you know it…the hat made it down to no man’s land after all. I quickly finish up and move to the sinks to wash up…and a few moments later…”red-hat-pee-guy” comes around the corner with his soaked red hat in hand and begins to wash it out in the sink…cussing to himself the whole time. His denim shirt and jeans definitely showed the signs of battle, and…well…let’s not even talk about that hat. I didn’t see him the rest of the evening…but he will forever be remembered in casino lore as……”Red-Hat-Pee-Guy”!
Lee A. Ramirez
Poker Host
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I think Johnny Cash and I feel the same way toward the I.R.S.
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Just my honest opinion……
chuck
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Shoulda Bought A Hat
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An elderly couple, Margaret and Bert, moved to Texas . Bert always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots, so, seeing some on sale, he bought them and wore them home. Walking proudly, he sauntered into the kitchen and said to his wife, ‘Notice anything different about me?’
Margaret looked him over… ‘Nope.’
Frustrated, Bert stormed off into the bathroom, undressed and walked back into the kitchen completely naked except for the boots. Again he asked Margaret, a little louder this time, ‘Notice anything different NOW?’
Margaret looked up and exclaimed, ‘Bert, what’s different? It’s hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, it’ll be hanging down again tomorrow!!’
Furious, Bert yelled, ‘AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT’S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?’
‘Nope,’ she replied.
‘IT’S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT’S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!!!’
Without changing her expression, Margaret replied, ‘Shoulda bought a hat, Bert. Shoulda bought a hat.’
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Unstimulating Stimulus Check
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Dear Madam Hawk,
My stimulus check didn’t stimulate my old lady at all. I tried to rub it all over her the other night after the Lion’s Club auction and she just turned over and went to sleep. The next day she got up early and got all dolled up and left with the check. She even put her good teeth in. What’s a guy to do now?
Signed,
These Heels Have Thighs
Dear These Heels Have Thighs,
Don’t you know that rubbing her with an uncashed check means squat these days? As the saying goes “Bring home the money honey!” Looks like you won’t be getting gummed anymore. One way to control the situation is hide her teeth! About the check, at least something got blown. As for stimulating, ask her when she gets home.
Madam Hawk
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Got a shitty tattoo you want redone?
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103GBF and Unspoken Art Studio can help you out! Go here!
http://www.103gbfrocks.com/RatATattat/BadATattat/tabid/10170/Default.aspx
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This just in, Angelina Jolie voted most beautiful woman in the world
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According to a recent poll in Vanity Fair that is. She won a whopping 58% of the votes on the site’s poll.
Just for the record, I think she is freaking ugly as hell and surely I am not the only one that thinks that way. I will say she was hot in FoxFire back in 1996. But when she got older, yuck is all I can say. There are far more attractive actresses to choose from. How about Winona Ryder for one? Now she’s hot. She can steal your heart and some clothes for you too… Or for the old schoolers back in the day, Lauren Bacall? Now she had class and beauty. Or maybe Helen Hunt? Anyone but the life raft lips of Angelina …
Here’s the link….
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Hillbilly Went A Huntin’
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A hillbilly went hunting one day in Georgia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he was confronted by an ornery game warden who didn’t like hillbillies.
The game warden ordered the hillbilly to show his hunting license; the hillbilly pulled out a valid Georgia hunting license.
The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt and said, ‘This duck ain’t from Georgia. This is a Tennessee duck. You got a Tennessee huntin’ license, boy?’
The hillbilly reached in to his wallet and produced a Tennessee hunting license.
The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt and said ‘This ain’t no Tennessee duck. This duck’s From Mississippi. You got a Mississippi license?’
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Mississippi hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt and said, ‘This ain’t no Mississippi duck. This here duck’s from South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin’ license?’
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license.
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly, ‘Boy, just where the hell are you from?’
The hillbilly turned around, dropped his pants, bent over and said, ‘You tell me. You’re the expert.’
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