A young couple were making passionate love in the guy's van—you
know, shag carpets, big double bed in the back, all of that—and suddenly
the girl, being a bit on the kinky side, yells out, "Oh lover, whip me!
Please whip me!"
Well, the guy, not wanting to pass up an opportunity like that, but
unsure what to do as he has no whips around, gets an inspired flash, opens
one window, snaps the antenna off his van, and proceeds to whip the girl
until they both collapse in sado-masochistic ecstasy.
Almost a week later the girl notices that the welts she sustained are
beginning to fester a bit and goes to her doctor. The doctor takes one look
at the wounds and exclaims, "Wow! Looks like you've got a bad case of 'Van-aerial'
Submitted by reader C.K.
A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin.
These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot
of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered
for the position. After sending some applicants through the background
checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down
to three men, but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which man would get the extremely
secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a
large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow
your instructions no matter what the circumstances", they explained. "Inside
this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and
The man got a shocked look on his face and said "You can't be serious!
I could never shoot my own wife!" "Well", says the CIA man, "you're definitely
not the right man for this job then." So they bring the second man to the same
door and hand him a gun. "We went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes,
then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes.
"I tried to shoot her, I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife.
I guess I'm not the right man for the job." "No" the CIA man replied, "You
don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go the hell home."
Now they're down to one man left to test. Again they lead him to the same
door to the same room and hand him the same gun. "We must be sure that you
will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances, this is your final
test. Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun
and kill her."
The third man took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even
closed all the way, the CIA heard the gun start firing. One shot after
another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard
screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes,
then all went quiet. The door opened slowly, and there stood the third man.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said "You guys didn't tell me the gun
was loaded with blanks! I had to beat the bitch to death with the chair!"
Submitted by reader B.P.
A male whale and his mate were swimming around in the ocean, when all of
a sudden, the male whale catches sight of a whaling vessel in the
distance. He takes a closer look, and recognizes it as the ship that
harpooned his parents many years ago.
So, he turns to his girlfriend and tells her that he wants to avenge
the death of his parents. She hesitates, knowing that they could become
the next victims of the vessel, but he reassures her and tells her that
he has been planning this all of his life, and he swims over and
whispers the plan to her.
So, she agrees and they swim up under one side of the boat, and they
both start blowing air through their blow holes. The boat starts to
rock back-and-forth, and the sailors on the ship are scrambling all over
Finally the boat tips over, and the sailors are scattered through the
ocean. The male whale is delighted and starts to gobble up the sailors,
but the female whale starts to swim away.... So the male whale swims
over to her, and asks her what is wrong. She huffs and puffs and says,
"I agreed to the blow job, but there is no way I'm going to swallow the
Submitted by reader B.P.
A guy is at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted, while St. Peter
is leafing through this Big Book to see if the guy is worthy of entering.
Saint Peter goes through the books several times, furrows his brow, and
says to the guy, "You know, I can't see that you did anything really good in
your life but, you never did anything bad either. Tell you what, if you can
tell me of one REALLY good deed that you did in your life, you're in."
The guy thinks for a moment and says, "Yeah, there was this one time when
I was driving down the highway and I saw a giant group of KKK Biker Gang
Rapists assaulting this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going
on, and sure enough, there they were, about 50 of them torturing this girl.
"Infuriated, I get out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and
walked straight up to the leader of the gang, a huge guy with a studded leather
jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear.
"As I walked up to the leader, the KKK Biker Gang Rapists formed a circle
around me. So, I rip the leader's chain off his face and smash him over the head
with the tire iron. Then I turn around and yell to the rest of them, 'Leave this
poor, innocent girl alone! You're all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home
before I teach you all a lesson in pain!'"
St. Peter, impressed, says "Really? When did this happen?"
"Oh, about two minutes ago."
Submitted by reader J.S.
Three mice are sitting at a bar in a pretty rough neighborhood late at night
trying to impress each other about how tough they are.
The first mouse pounds a shot of scotch, slams the glass onto the bar, turns
to the second mouse and says, "When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set
it off with my foot. When the bar comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it
twenty times to work up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese."
The second mouse orders up two shots of sour mash, pounds them both, slams
each glass into the bar, turns to the first mouse, and replies:
"Yeah, well when I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can, take it
home, grind it up to a powder, and add it to my coffee each morning so I can get a good
buzz going for the rest of the day."
The first mouse and the second mouse then turn to the third mouse.
The third mouse lets out a long sigh and says to the first two, "I don't
have time for this bullshit. I gotta go home and fuck the cat."
Submitted by reader C.K.
How many remember this classic from the early days of the Internet?
Top 10 Sexually Tilted Lines In Star Wars: A New Hope
"She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid."
"Curse my metal body, I wasn't fast enough!"
"Look at the size of that thing!"
"Sorry about the mess..."
"You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought."
"Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?"
"You've got something jammed in here real good."
"Put that thing away before you get us all killed!"
"Luke, at that speed, do you think you'll be able to pull out in time?"
- "Get in there, you big furry oaf, I don't care WHAT you smell!"
Top 10 Sexually Tilted Lines In The Empire Strikes Back
"And I thought they smelled bad...on the OUTSIDE!"
"Possible he came in through the south entrance."
"I must've hit it pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh, kid?"
"Hurry up, golden rod..."
"That's OK, I'd like to keep it on manual control for a while."
"But now we must eat. Come, good food, come..."
"Control, control! You must learn control."
"There's an awful lot of moisture in here."
"Size matters not. Judge me by my size, do you?"
- "I thought that hairy beast would be the end of me!"
Top 10 Sexually Tilted Lines In Return Of The Jedi
"I need more men."
"Our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself."
"Thanks for coming after me."
"Rise, my friend."
"I can't do it, R2."
"Look, I want you to take her."
"I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have come."
"General Solo, somebody's coming."
"I have felt him, my master." "Strange that I have not."
- "Back door. Good Idea!"
Here's an easy game to play. Here's an easy thing to say:
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash.
You can't say this? What a shame, sir!
We'll find you another game, sir.
If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you might as well reboot it and then go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, man, that sucker's gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,
Quickly turn off your computer and be sure to tell your mom.
Submitted by reader C.K.