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The old philosopher once said that if you leave an "old joke" alone long enough then resurrect it that some people will actually think it is "new". Such is the case with the following account.

Anyway, these Afghan surgeons were having a conference in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital city. Since it had been several years since they last convened, they were very busy describing various surgeries they had perfected since their last get-together.

The first doctor chimed in: Well, 2 summers ago I found this guy who had been run over by a train, both of his legs were severed. So I threw the whole mess into the back of my pickup and sped to the hospital. There I stitched both legs back on. He not only healed completely, but he went on to become a star running back in the NFL.

The 2nd doctor chimed in: Oh that's nothing. Several years ago I saw this old man with a long beard galloping his horse at top speed across the desert, his turban and robes furling in the breeze. All of a sudden there was this tremendous explosion. When the dust cleared, all I could find were the old man's beard and the hind end of the horse. I stitched those 2 things together and the result went on to become Osama Bin Ladin!

Conclusion? There are more horse's hind ends in the world than there are horses.

Silly, silly. Was it really that funny? I don't think so.

have a good day
"Deb"

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That was so funny Donna, thanks for sharing.

Another oldie:

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife.

She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch,

but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.


Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.

She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy,

figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.

For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.

Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand,

"You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels."

The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one

Saturday night.

One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clockand no hired hand.

Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room,

he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her.. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed.

"Now take off my boots."

He did as she asked, ever so slowly..
"Now take off my socks."

He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

"Now take off my skirt."

He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

"Now take off my bra.."

Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.


Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."