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[jman01pa]

*** A very proper lady began planning a week's camping vacation for her church group.* She wrote to a campground for reservations.* She wanted to make sure that the campground was fully equipped and modern, but couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her letter.* So, she decided on the old-fashioned term "Bathroom Commode."* Once written down she still wasn't comfortable.* Finally she decided on the abbreviation "B.C." and wrote, "does your campground have its own "B.C.?"

*** When the campground owner received the letter, he couldn't figure out what she meant by "B.C."* He showed it to several of the campers, one of whom suggested the lady was obviously referring to a Baptist Church.* So he sent this reply:

Dear Madam:

*** The B.C. is located nine miles from the campground in a beautiful grove of trees.* I admit it is quite a distance if you are in the habit of going regularly.* No doubt you will be pleased to know that it will seat 350 people at one time, and it is open on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday of each week.* Some folks like to take their lunch and make a day of it, especially on Thursday when there is organ accompaniment.* The acoustics are very good, so everyone can hear even the quietest passages.* It may interest you to know that my daughter met her husband there.* We are also having a fund-raiser to purchase new seats, as the old ones have holes in them.* Unfortunately my wife is ill and has not been able to attend regularly.* It's been a good six months since she last went.* It pains her very much not to be able to go more often.* As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, especially in cold weather.* Perhaps I could accompany you the first time you go, sit with you, and introduce you to all the other folks who will be there.* I look forward to your visit.* We offer a very friendly campground.

[TheBurningCat]

HAHAHAHA! lol funny stuff

[caddmannq]

OHMYGOD!

BTW: I was baptised in the Maryvale B.C.

[EndobioticChaos]

Lol, I've seen that before. One of the versions has W.C - the woman of course wanted a water closet, while the receiver of the letter thought she meant "wayside chapel". Pretty much the same effect.

[Brainchild]

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A sportsman, and father of 3 sons, was anxious to share his latest kill with his family for Sunday dinner. He didn't want his sons to refuse tasting the delicious venison, so he sat the boys down to dinner without telling them what the meat was they were about to eat.

"Oh come on Dad," said the oldest son. "What is this meat?"

"Just taste it," said the father, "You will love it."

The boys eyed each other nervously and put a piece of the meat on their forks.

"Give us a little hint.", pleaded the second son.

"Only if you take a bite.", said the father. As each boy took a cautious bite of the venison, the father continued, "Let me think, your mother calls me this from time to time."

The oldest boy shouted, "Spit it out boys, it's a**hole!"


The Deer Hunt Diary
My Favorite

1:00 AM: Alarm clock rings.

2:00 AM: Hunting partners arrive, drag you out of bed.

2:30 AM: Throw everything except kitchen sink into pickup.

3:00 AM: Leave for deep woods.

3:15 AM: Drive back home to pick up gun.

3:30 AM: Drive like crazy to get to the woods before daylight.

4:00 AM: Set up camp. Forgot the stupid tent.

4:30 AM: Head for the woods.

6:05 AM: See eight deer.

6:06 AM: Take aim and squeeze trigger.

6:07 AM: CLICK.

6:08 AM: Load gun while watching deer go over hill.

8:00 AM: Head back to camp.

9:00 AM: Still looking for camp.

10:00 AM: Realize that you don't know where camp is.

NOON : Fire gun for help---eat wild berries.

2:15 PM: Run out of bullets---eight deer come back.

2:20 PM: Strange feeling in stomach.

2:30 PM: Realize that you ate poison berries.

2:45 PM: Rescued.

2:55 PM: Rushed to hospital to have stomach pumped, throw up instead.

3:15 PM: Arrive back at camp.

3:30 PM: Leave camp to kill deer.

4:00 PM: Return to camp for bullets.

4:01 PM: Load gun---leave camp again.

5:00 PM: Empty gun on bug that is bugging you.

6:00 PM: Arrive at camp -- see deer grazing.

6:01 PM: Load gun.

6:02 PM: Fire gun.

6:03 PM: One dead pickup.

6:05 PM: Hunting partners arrive in camp dragging deer.

6:06 PM: Repress desire to shoot hunting partners.

6:07 PM: Fall into fire.

6:10 PM: Change clothing, throw burned ones in fire.

6:15 PM: Take pickup, leave hunting partners and deer in camp.

6:25 PM: Pickup boils over due to hole shot in block.

6:26 PM: Start walking.

6:30 PM: Stumble and fall, drop gun in mud.

6:35 PM: Meet bear.

6:36 PM: Take aim.

6:37 PM: Fire gun, blow up barrel that's plugged with mud.

6:38 PM: Mess pants.

6:39 PM: Climb tree.

11:00 PM: Bear leaves. Wrap gun around tree.

Midnight: Home at last. Fall on knees thanking Maker.

Next day: Watch football game on TV, slowly tearing up hunting license into small pieces, place in envelope, and mail to Game Warden.