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 is a hard one IMO, you may walk past something like this everyday, but because of our busy hectic lives I doubt you actually notice it.

Another cropped image, this time it’s cut almost in half, so you only see half the picture

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

Redneck Spelling B Funny Image

The most absent-minded of clergymen was a Methodist minister who served several churches each Sunday, riding from one to another on horseback. One Sunday morning he went to the stable while still meditating on his sermon and attempted to saddle the horse. After a long period of toil, he aroused to the fact that he had put the saddle on himself, and had spent a full half hour in vain efforts to climb on his own back.

Racist White Joke 1
What do you call a white boy screaming as dragged down the highway behind a black man’s pickup truck?
A white lane marker.

Racist White Joke 2
Why shouldnt white people go swimming?
Because crackers get soggy when wet.

Racist White Joke 3
Why can’t white people jump?
Because inbreeding prohibits it.

Racist White Joke 4
What do you call a white bitch shaking her ass?
An ironing board with massage features.

Racist White Joke 5
Why did the white guy cross the road?
To get away from the black guy coming toward him.

Racist White Joke 6
What do you call 200 white men chasing a black man?
The PGA tour.

Racist White Joke 7
How many white girls does it take to screw in a light?
None, white girls can’t screw.

Racist White Joke 8
What do you call a bunch of white guys sitting on a bench?
The NBA

Racist White Joke 9
What do you call a white woman with a yeast infection?
Crackers with cheese.

Racist White Joke 10
What does a white woman and a tampon have in common?
Both are stuck up cunts.

“Tell me, does your husband snore?”

“Oh, yes, indeed—so delightfully.”

“What?”

“Yes, really—he’s so musical you know, his voice is baritone, he only snores operatic bits, mostly Aida.”

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!

The Grandmother said child that was to make the roast fit into the pan.

Cooking a Turkey Funny Joke

A Young married woman was cooking her first turkey, She put it in the sink to thaw out and called her mom and said I got the turkey out thawing just like you taught me.

It is in the sink with the dish drainer on top of it.

Her mom asked why would she put the dish drainer on the top if she didn’t have a cat.:-)

Submitted by Stacey from Stacey’s Simple Stuff – Rag Rugs.

“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:

“Jenkins is going to advertise, of course.”

Having once advertised, Jenkins advertises still.

The little boy, sent to the butcher shop, delivered himself of his message in these words:

“Ma says to send her another oxtail, please, an’ ma says the last one was very nice, an’ ma says she wants another off the same ox!”

The mother called in vain for her young son. Then she searched the ground floor, the first story, the second, and the attic—all in vain. Finally, she climbed to the trap door in the roof, pushed it open, and cried:

“John Henry, are you out there?”

An answer came clearly:

“No, mother. Have you looked in the cellar?”