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Harley To The Rescue

A Harley Biker is riding by the zoo in Washington , DC when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the collar of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.
The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.

Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly. A reporter has watched the whole event.

The reporter addressing the Harley rider says, 'Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I've seen a man do in my whole life.'

The Harley rider replies, 'Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right.'
The reporter says, 'Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist, you know, and tomorrow's paper will have this story on the front page... So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?'

The biker replies, I'm a U.S. Marine and a Republican.

The journalist leaves.

The following morning the biker buys the paper to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:
U.S. MARINE ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH

...and THAT pretty much sums up the media's approach to the news these days...

Thanks David

Note To The 49ers:

Note to the 49ers:

I will not watch your team, my favorite team, 

until this Kaepernick nonsense is settled. Try

 this on for size, leave him and the newest 

malcontent in the locker room until after the 

National Anthem is over. 

Let these children demonstrate somewhere else.

Meanwhile: Here's the newest. 

Stamp Licking Machine

Thanks Russell

Well so much for giving this guy 4000 views ... 

(What I called him has been removed.)

So Commentary above ...

Awww Monday ~ Woodsterman Style LXIX

Friends Furever!

Great Review Of The iPhone 7 ~ by Ozzy Man

Thanks Tom!

NEVER!

Your President is bringing this 

scourge into this country.

HE MUST BE STOPPED! 

Speeding Ticket ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style

One day while on patrol, a police officer pulled over a car for speeding. He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her window. The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car, was how hot the driver was! Blue eyes, blonde, the works. "I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'am. Could I see your drivers license?" "What's a license?" replied the blonde, instantly giving away the fact that she was as dumb as a stump. "It's usually in your wallet," replied the officer. After fumbling for a few minutes, the driver managed to find it. "Now may I see your registration?" asked the cop. "Registration..... what's that....?" asked the blonde. "It's usually in your glove compartment," said the cop impatiently. After some more fumbling, she found the registration. "I'll be back in a minute." said the cop and walked back to his car. The officer called in to the dispatch to run a check on the woman's license and registration. After a few moments, the dispatcher came back, "Ummm... is this woman driving a red sports car?" "Yes." replied the officer "Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde?" asked the dispatcher. "Uh... yes." replied the cop. "Here's what you do," said the dispatcher. "give her the stuff back, and drop your pants." "What? I can't do that. Its... inappropriate." exclaimed the cop. "Trust me. Just do it." said the dispatcher. So the cop goes back to the car, gives back the license and registration and drops his pants, just as the dispatcher said. The blonde looks down and sighs..... "Ohh no... not another breathalyzer......"

source: http://www.jokes4us.com/blondejokes/breathalyzerjoke.html

Other Breathalyzer Rule 5 ers:

The Other McCain 
Proof Positive

Randy's Roundtable

Guns and Bikinis

Maggie's Notebook 

RULE 5 SITES
TOTUS

In a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
Adrienne's Corner
The Feral Irishman
Knuckledraggin My Life Away
Diogenes' Middle Finger
Ninety Miles From Tyranny
Doubletroubletwo  
Angrymikes hood 
MissK's World...
American Power
GOODSTUFF'S CYBER WORLD
A Nod To The Gods   
Subject to Change
Your Crazy Uncle Bubba
Political Clown Parade
 The Last Tradition
The Right Way 

NO Speak English

A German woman married an 

American gentleman born in

Virginia and they lived happily 

ever after in his home town.

The poor lady was not very proficient 

in English, but did manage

To communicate with her husband. 

The real problem arose

Whenever she had to shop for groceries.

One day, she went to the butcher counter and wanted to buy

Chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request,

So, in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt

To show her thighs. Her butcher got the message and gave

Her the chicken legs.

Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't

Know how to say it, so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned

Her blouse to show the butcher her breasts.

The butcher understood again and gave her some chicken breasts.

On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages.

Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her

Husband to the store...


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What were you Thinking?


Her husband speaks English....hellooo!

 

I worry about you Sometimes!

Thanks Dan 

Answer from yesterday ...

 

Sillursday

 Spot the cat ... Answer Tomorrow

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