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Subject: THE GLOBAL DATING INDEX
 
ANGLO/SAXON WOMEN: 


First date: You get to kiss her goodnight. 
Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit. 
Third date: You get to have sex but only when she wants to and only in the missionary position. 

 
IRISH WOMEN: 


First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex. 
Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex. 
20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex. 

 
ITALIAN WOMEN: 


First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant. 
Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti & meatballs. 
Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you & insists on a 3-carat ring. 
5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together & hate the thought of having sex.
6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress. 

 
CHINESE WOMEN: 


First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens. 
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again. 
Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you realize nothing is ever going to happen. 

 
INDIAN WOMEN: 


First date: Meet her parents. 
Second date: Set the date of the wedding. 
Third date: Wedding night. 

 
BLACK WOMEN: 


First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner. 
Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner. 
Third Date: You get to pay her rent. 
Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone else. 

 
MEXICAN WOMEN: 


First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car. 
Second Date: She's pregnant. 
Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her sister's boyfriend and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip. 
 
 
JEWISH WOMEN: 

First Date: You spend all your money to impress her. 
Second Date: You take a loan to keep the image. 
Third Date: You're broke, she finds someone wealthier. 

 
ARAB WOMEN: 


First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire Arab community finds out. 
Second Date: You are shot dead in the street and your balls are fed to the goats. 
No third date! 

 
The POINT? 
DON' T YOU JUST LOVE THE IRISH!

Bob was about to marry Caroline when his father took him to one side 'When I married your mother, the first thing I did when we got home was take off my trousers,' he said. 'I gave them to your mother and told her to put them on. When she did, they were enormous on her and she said to me that she couldn't possibly wear them, as they were too large. I told her, "Of course they're too big. I wear the trousers in this family and I always will." Ever since that day, we have never had a single problem.'

Bob took his father's advice and as soon as he got Caroline alone after the wedding, he did the same thing; took off his trousers, gave them to Caroline and told her to put them on. Caroline said that the trousers were too big and she couldn't possibly wear them. 'Exactly,' replied Bob. 'I wear the trousers in this relationship and I always will. I don't want you to forget that.' Caroline paused and removed her knickers and gave them to Bob. 'Try these on,' she said, so he tried them on but they were too small. 'I can't possibly get into your knickers,' said Bob. 'Exactly,' replied Caroline. 'And if you don't change your bloody attitude, you never will.'

very good midnight

Last week, Ethel checked in to a motel on her 70th birthday and she
was a
bit lonely. She thought, "I'll call one of those men you see
advertised in
phone books for escorts and sensual massages."

She looked through the phone book, found a full page ad for a guy
calling
himself Tender Tony - a very handsome man with assorted physical skills
flexing in the photo.

He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy
hair, long
powerful legs, dazzling smile, six pack abs and she felt quite
certain she
could bounce a sixpence off his well-oiled butt... She figured,
what the
heck, nobody will ever know. I'll give him a call.

"Good evening, ma'am, how may I help you?

Oh my, he sounded sooo sexy! Afraid she would lose her nerve if she
hesitated, she rushed right in, "Hi, I hear you give a great
massage. I'd
like you to come to my motel room and give me one. No, wait, I
should be
straight with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is
sex. I
want it hot, and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber,
leather,
whips, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot
and heavy
all night - tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream,
anything and everything, I'm ready!! Now how does that sound?"


He said,

"That sounds absolutely fantastic,...

but you need to press 9 for an outside line."

:-))

This guy brings his best mate home, unannounced, for
dinner at 6:30pm, after work.
His wife screams her head off while his friend sits open mouthed
and listens to the tirade...

"My bloody hair & makeup are not done, the house is a f****** mess,
the dishes aren't done. Can't you see I'm still in my
f****** pajamas and I can't be bothered with cooking tonight!
Why the f*** did you bring him
home unannounced, you stupid idiot?"

"Because he's thinking of getting married."

Ha! Ha! Ha!

First Christmas Joke

Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.

'In honour of this holy season' Saint Peter said, 'You must each possess something that symbolises Christmas to get into heaven.'

The Englishman fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. 'It's a candle', he said.

'You may pass through the pearly gates' Saint Peter said.

The Scotsman reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, 'They're bells.'

Saint Peter said 'You may pass through the pearly gates'.

The Irishman started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just what do those symbolise?'


The Irishman replied, 'These are Carols.'

And So The Christmas Season
Begins......
and you smiled ! ! ! !

Little Johnny strikes again
Ed Milliband was visiting a London primary school and the class was in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings.

The teacher asked Mr Milliband if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'Tragedy'.

So the illustrious labour leader asked the class for an example of a 'Tragedy'

A little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playin' in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him, that would be a tragedy.'

'Incorrect,' said Milliband. 'That would be an accident.'

A little girl raised her hand: 'If a school bus carrying fifty children drove over a cliff, killing everybody inside, that would be a tragedy.'

'I'm afraid not', explained Milliband, 'that's what we would refer to as a great loss'.

The room went silent. No other children volunteered. Milliband searched the room.

'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?'

Finally, at the back of the room, little Johnny raised his hand and said:
'If a plane carrying you and Mr Balls and Mrs Harmen and all the other LAB members was struck by a 'friendly fire' missile & blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.'

'Fantastic' exclaimed Milliband, 'and can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?'

'Well', said Johnny, 'it has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't be a great loss, and it probably wouldn't be a f*cking accident either!

LOL!!!

Super DB..

:-))

While stitching a cut on the hand of a 75 year old farmer, whose
hand was caught in the squeeze gate while working cattle, the
doctor struck up a conversation with the old man.

Eventually the topic got around to politicians and their role as
our leaders.

The old rancher said, "Well, as I see it, most politicians are
'Post Turtles'.''

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a
'post turtle' was.

The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road and
you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a
post turtle."

The old farmer saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he
continued to explain. "You know he didn't get up there by himself,
he doesn't belong up there, he doesn't know what to do while he's up
there, he's elevated beyond his ability to function, and you just
wonder what kind of dumb arse put him up there to begin with."

Best explanation of a politician I've ever heard.

A blonde and a redhead were getting ready for bed one night when the redhead turned and said 'i have slept with a Brazillian'
the blonde retorted 'you Slut, how many is in a brazillion?'

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LOL

THIS IS A NON PARTISAN JOKE THAT CAN BE ENJOYED BY All PARTIES! NOT ONLY THAT-- it is POLITICALLY CORRECT!!

While walking down the street one day a "Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'

'No problem, just let me in, 'says the man.

'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity'.
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.

'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises....

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

'Now it's time to visit heaven.'

So, 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity'.

The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell. '

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand, 'stammers the MP'. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.

What happened? '

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were campaigning.. ...


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