Murphy is walking down El Camino and as he passes a restaurant notices a sign outside saying 'Test our chef! He can cook anything you want no matter how outrageous!'
So in he goes and says to the waiter, "I would like a large plate of steaming shit."
"We can't do that." replies the waiter.
"Your sign outside says you can do anything," replies Murphy.
So the waiter trots off to speak to the chef. The chef says, "Well, if that's what he wants and we can't really argue with the exact wording of the sign, so let's give it him."
So they both drop their trousers and fill up a plate full. The waiter picks up the plate and takes it out to Murphy.
A few minutes later the waiter comes back covered from head to toe in crap.
The chef asks, "What's the matter? Didn't he like it?" The waiter says, "He said there was a hair in it..."
Cap, I've blown a gasket. What can I do. My BP is 280/140. I'm afraid I won't make to the 4th. How can I lower hypertension. Any advice is welcome before it's too late.
11 comments:
Yes, we recall. Do you not have anything about Sky King and Penny? What's with you anyway.
How dare you shoulder hop Fat's big fat bush!
When's our boy Murph returning. This blog is sinking, and simking deeper. I blame Puttzle for allowing this to take place
Why don't y'all quit sniping at one another. Can't we all just get along.
I remember when this blog was about surfing...and funny!
ANON'#2,there ain't nuttin' funny 'bout surfing
Murphy is walking down El Camino and as he passes a restaurant notices a sign outside saying 'Test our chef! He can cook anything you want no matter how outrageous!'
So in he goes and says to the waiter, "I would like a large plate of steaming shit."
"We can't do that." replies the waiter.
"Your sign outside says you can do anything," replies Murphy.
So the waiter trots off to speak to the chef. The chef says, "Well, if that's what he wants and we can't really argue with the exact wording of the sign, so let's give it him."
So they both drop their trousers and fill up a plate full. The waiter picks up the plate and takes it out to Murphy.
A few minutes later the waiter comes back covered from head to toe in crap.
The chef asks, "What's the matter? Didn't he like it?" The waiter says, "He said there was a hair in it..."
G O N G !
That Murphy is one sick M-F'er!
Cap, I've blown a gasket. What can I do. My BP is 280/140. I'm afraid I won't make to the 4th. How can I lower hypertension. Any advice is welcome before it's too late.
Time to haul your ass out of bed, Murphy, and post the first thing you find on the internet.
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