that's one guy who can say his dick drags on the ground and means it!

How'd I miss that. that was great.

There's also a spinoff joke about 16-pound balls, but i won't go there.

hahaha

Oh come one.... tell it

Um, okay.

That's because he's packing 16-pound balls.

(it always helps if you laugh at your own jokes)

I dont get it

Like this? 'cept, if it was Stumpy, he would have to roll them along with his dick.

Here's where I was working last week, moving furniture and setting up Christmas trees.

The Inside:

is that an old building or a new building made to look like an old building.

It was built in 1858. Those two small pictures are practically useless in showing how ornate and luxurious the interior is. When it was built, the guy who built it was the richest guys in Maine. It's open for tours year round, but really gets a lot of visitors aroung Christmas when the place is decorated for the holidays the same way in would have been in the 1850's. The building has about 95% of the original furnishings/china/rugs/paintings, etc, as when the first owners lived there. Google "Victoria Mansion" if you'd like to see more of it. It's pretty impressive. We have to wear white gloves and booties on our feet before we're even allowed to touch anything.

What do you do for a gig dude?

My brother and I own a moving company.

I heard your wife makes you do the same thing

That's right...I was watching Jerry Springer Naked Rumble 6 yesterday and remembered that weren't you deleivering something to the show? How'd that go?

Cool...



God bless Jerry Springer

It was Maury Povitch. It aired yesterday but I missed it. What a fucked-up deal that turned out to be. My brother was going to pick up the furniture from Ikea in New Jersey on the way back to Maine from New Orleans. They wanted to know when he was going to get to the warehouse and on Tuesday morning I told them he'd be there Friday. Thursday eve I get a call saying they can't figure out what furniture to load, can't get ahold of the person who would know and would my brother mind waiting until Monday to pick it up. I said no way was my brother going to sit in Newark NJ for three days because someone can't get their collective head out of their asses and get the stuff out on the loading dock. I told them if the stuff isn't on the dock by 4pm, I was going to instruct my brother to just keep heading north. Which is what happened. The Maury Show was all pissed at me saying my company was already mentioned on the show, they couldn't edit it out. blah, blah, blah. I basically told them they had three days to bring about 10 boxes from the front of the store to the back and they couldn't get it done so too fucking bad. Find someone else to haul the stuff. Anyway, here's where it gets weird. The following Sunday, I'm sitting at my favorite watering hole having a few beers and watching the Patriots on TV. This guy sitting next to me at the bar says to me, practically out of the blue, that his house burned down over the summer. I ask him if he was the one on the Maury show and he says he was. I tell him he's not getting his furniture delivered by me and run the story above by him. He looks disappointed but doesn't really say much. Then, on Monday, I get a call from a guy asking where his Ikea furniture is and when I'm going to deliver it. I'm like, WTF man, didn't I just explain to you yesterday that I wasn't delivering it? He doesn't know what I'm talking about. He's never been in that bar. He's 6'4" and 250lbs. The guy in the bar is maybe 150lbs. I couldn't fucking believe what I was hearing. The guy in the bar totally bullshitted me into beleiving he was the guy on the Maury show. Why would anyone do that? So, to sum it all up, fuck Maury and his shitty show.

Maury is a soft cock anyhow

I never watch the show, but it's the same as Jerry Springer, ie white trash yelling and screaming at each other. If I want to listen to that, I'll go visit Josh22.