Really Funny Stuff

Couldn’t wait a while, so here’s another What is this Picture

Look at the picture below and take a guess in the comments field as to what you think it might be. This one is easier than the last one.

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Another cropped image, so you are seeing part of the picture

Oh boy, check the image below of a bunch of rednecks at a spelling B

Redneck Spelling B Funny Image

The clergyman, absorbed in thinking out a sermon, rounded a turn in the path and bumped into a cow. He swept off his hat with a flourish, exclaiming:

“I beg your pardon, madam.”

Then he observed his error, and was greatly chagrined. Soon, however, again engaged with thoughts of the sermon, he collided with a lady at another bend of the path.

“Get out of the way, you brute!” he said.

Racist Nigger Joke 1
How do you get a nigger out of the tree?
You cut the rope.

Racist Nigger Joke 2
What are 3 things you can not give a nigger?
A black eye, a fat lip and an education.

Racist Nigger Joke 3
What do you call a nigger going down a water slide?
Sewage!

Racist Nigger Joke 4
What do you call a nigger with a wooden leg?
Shit on a stick!

Racist Nigger Joke 5
Whats long and hard on a nigger?
First grade.

Racist Nigger Joke 6
What’s the difference between a nigger and a bucket of shit?
The Bucket!

A young girl was cooking a roast and cut the ends off of it and her husband told her she needs to leave it on as he thought it was the best part.

She told him that the roast wouldn’t come out perfect if she didn’t do it the way her Grandmother cooked it.

She had her family over for dinner and when the young woman put the roast on the table she told her Grandmother she hoped she made it like she always did?

Her Grandmother said it was good but wondered why the ends where cut?

The girl stated that was the way she always seen her make it!

You might be a redneck family if any of your children were conceived under a stop light.

You might be a redneck family if any of your honeymoon plans involve a deer camp.

You might be a redneck family if anyone in your family has ever purchased peroxide in a gallon container.

You might be a redneck family if during the wedding ceremony the minister said, “Do you, DeWayne, take Connie to be your old lady?”

You might be a redneck family if fine dining is the Waffle House.

You might be a redneck family if for your first anniversary You take your wife to dinner at the Wal-mart snack bar.

“Do you think I shall live until I’m ninety, doctor?”

“How old are you now?”

“Forty.”

“Do you drink, gamble, smoke, or have you any vices of any kind?”

“No. I don’t drink, I never gamble, I loathe smoking; in fact, I haven’t any vices.”

“Well, good heavens, what do you want to live another fifty years for?”

The editor of the local paper was unable to secure advertising from one of the business men of the town, who asserted stoutly that he himself never read ads., and didn’t believe anyone else did.

“Will you advertise if I can convince you that folks read the ads.?” the editor asked.

“If you can show me!” was the sarcastic answer. “But you can’t.”

In the next issue of the paper, the editor ran a line of small type in an obscure corner. It read:

“What is Jenkins going to do about it?”

The business man, Jenkins, hastened to seek out the editor next day. He admitted that he was being pestered out of his wits by the curious. He agreed to stand by the editor’s explanation in the forthcoming issue, and this was:

“Yes, ma’am,” the old salt confided to the inquisitive lady, “I fell over the side of the ship, and a shark he come along and grabbed me by the leg.”

“Merciful providence!” his hearer gasped. “And what did you do?”

“Let ‘im ‘ave the leg, o’ course, ma’am. I never argues with sharks.”

The man of the house finally took all the disabled umbrellas to the
repairer’s. Next morning on his way to his office, when he got up to
leave the street car, he absentmindedly laid hold of the umbrella belonging to a woman beside him, for he was in the habit of carrying one. The woman cried “Stop thief!” rescued her umbrella and covered the man with shame and confusion.

That same day, he stopped at the repairer’s, and received all eight of his umbrellas duly restored. As he entered a street car, with the unwrapped umbrellas tucked under his arm, he was horrified to behold glaring at him the lady of his morning adventure. Her voice came to him charged with a withering scorn: