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OK, so what's the secret?

A series of books and DVDs with Mumbo Jumbo New Age instructions that are making its author's financially wealthy for life?

Umm...

Nope.

Each joke has to be funnier than the last or you will be pelted.



"How Old am I?"

A woman decides to have a face-lift for her 50th birthday. She spent $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"

"About 32," is the reply.
"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."
The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."

Now, she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.

The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30."
Again she proudly responds, "I'm 50, but thank you!"
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.

He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."

They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.

After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am I?"
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you tell?"
The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise I won't." she says.
"I was behind you in line at McDonald's."

"But a time I spent wandering in bloomy night;
Yon tower, tinkling chimewise, loftily opportune.
Out, up, and together came sudden to Sunday rite,
The one solemnly off to correct plenilune."


OK, so what's the secret?

Winner gets... um... winner doesn't have to visit the vestibule!

Hitler was elected with a clearer majority, knew how to speak eloquently, believed in science and was better militarily.

=)

How's that for the first debate post?

Hitler!

*bites tongue*

OK, so maybe this isn't a restaurant in the classic sense, but hey, it's pretty cool.

http://voodoodoughnut.com/menu.html

And... where else can you get married for $175 and they throw in free donuts!

Beat you by a minute. NEENER! 

Yes, but I (*adopts incredbly smug pose*) have a life!

Well... at least one more minute of life, anyway... 

Mom!! I can't swim!!!