Good Morning Campers!  I hope everyone has had a great week I have a special surprise for you!  But first, I have to give you another plea for funds!  Thank you, thank you, thank you to the few of you who’ve already given!  Bless you!  We couldn’t do any of this without you!  We’re asking for a little bit from the rest of you.  Just loose pocket change, what you find under the couch cushions, forgo that second chocolate latte, you get the idea.  We hate to beg for money, but we hate to see the end of our dream even more.  Okay, so no more preaching or begging and on to the surprise.
Here’s a picture of me in the midst of my acting career during the exercise I told you about.  There were lots of other pictures, but of other people that I’m sure you aren’t interested in.  And there were some of them that haven’t been cleared for general release yet, so here I am:
Yes, I know.  I can almost hear the words to Fiddler on the Roof.  Or that stupid hyena yell that they seem so fond of.  And yes I also know that I’m not only mixing my analogies, by I’m also mixing my religions, and races.  Oh well, it was still fun.  What do you say we get on with the fun!

A plethora of blonde jokes…to all you blondes out there in the campground, I’m really sorry, but that’s okay, ‘cause you probably won’t get most of these jokes anyway.

“We’ve been trying for months now, Doctor, and I don’t seem to be able to get pregnant,” she confessed miserably.

“I’m sure we’ll solve your problem,”  the doctor reassured her. “If you’ll just take off your underpants and get up on the examining table…”

“Well, all right, Doctor,” agreed the young woman, blushing, “but I’d rather have my husband’s baby.”


Q: What’s the quickest way to get into a blondes pants?
A: First…pick them up off the floor…

A blonde is telling one of her friends, “Christmas is on a Friday this year.  Let’s hope it’s not the 13th.”

A woman phoned her blonde neighbor and said: “Close your curtains the next time you & your husband are having sex. The whole street was watching and laughing at you yesterday.” To which the blonde replied: “Well the joke’s on all of you because I wasn’t even at home yesterday.”

For Sale!

Dog For Sale . Free to good home.
Excellent guard dog.
Owner cannot afford to feed Jethro anymore,
as there are no more drug pushers, thieves,
murderers, or molesters left in the neighborhood
for him to eat. Most of them knew Jethro only by
his Chinese street name,
Ho Lee Schitt.

 

A woman hired a contractor to repaint the interior of her house. The woman walked the man through the second floor of her home and told him what colors she wanted for each room. As they walked through the first room, the woman said, “I think I would like this room in a cream color.”

The contractor wrote on his clipboard, walked to the window, opened it and yelled out, “Green side up!” He then closed the window and continued following the woman to the next room. The woman looked confused, but proceeded with her tour. “In this room, I was thinking of an off blue.” Again, the contractor wrote this down, went to the window, opened it and yelled out, “Green side up!”

This baffled the woman, but she was hesitant to say anything. In the next room, the woman said she would like it painted in a light rose color. And once more, the contractor opened the window and yelled, “Green side up!”

Struck with curiosity, the woman mustered up the nerve to ask, “Why do you keep yelling ‘Green side up’ out my window every time I tell you the color I would like the room?”

The contractor replied, “Because I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street.”

 

 

 

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The Mars Curiosity rover sent back photos which scientists suggested

 

A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately,
the locals had a habit of picking on strangers. So when he finished his
drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar,
handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head and fired a
shot into the ceiling. “WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MY HOSS?” he
yelled.

No one answered.

“ALL RIGHT, I’M GONNA HAVE ANOTHA’ BEER, AND IF MY HOSS AIN’T BACK OUTSIDE
BY THE TIME I FINISH, I’M GONNA DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS! AND I DON’T LIKE
TO HAVE TO DO WHAT I DONE IN TEXAS!”

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The cowboy had another beer, walked
outside, and his horse was back! He saddled up and started to ride out of
town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner,
before you go. . .what happened in Texas?”

I want to be a watchmaker. It is a great job because you can make your own hours. A woman called her insurance company to see if her policy covered psychiatric treatment. After reviewing her policy, the agent told her, “Yes, Virginia, there is an insanity clause!”   He drove his expensive car into a tree and found out how the Mercedes bends.   Did you hear about the new pinata? It’s a huge hit.   Smaller babies may be delivered by stork, but the heavier ones need a crane.   Didja hear about the kangaroo that was hopping mad?

Archie Bunker called it right:

You must go to the website in order to view the videos….it’s well worth it!  http://dragonlaffs.com

“Wrinkled” was not one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up!

Talk about a windy day!

Everyone knows that highway signs aren’t supposed to bounce like they just remembered the lyrics to “Jump Around” by House of Pain. But this particular sign across a highway in Calgary, Alberta, Canada doesn’t care about your so-called common knowledge.

A storm that brought some serious wind sent this crossbar into gyrations so severe that cars began changing lanes to get out of the way. Watch all the way to the end of the short video, you’ll see they had good reason.

And of course, the video needs to be watched on our website!  Go to http://dragonlaffs.com

Well, early Saturday morning we learned that Congressman Paul Ryan, Republican from Wisconsin, is to be Mitt Romney’s pick for the next Vice President of The United States.

What are we to think of this selection?  He’s not a graduate of Columbia University.  He’s not a graduate of Harvard.  He wasn’t selected as the President of the Harvard Law Review. [Well, for my money, that’s three in the plus column!]

 

He didn’t get a special free quota scholarship ride to any prestigious university and, instead, had to work his way through Miami University of Ohio.  [For you left wing liberals out there I present this definition: work [wurk] noun, adjective, verb,worked or wrought; working. noun 1. exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil.]

 

For God’s sake the man drove the Oscar Mayer Wiener Truck one summer and waited tables another!  [Look up work in the previous paragraph.]

One morning when Paul Ryan was sixteen years old he went in to wake his father up and found him dead of a heart attack.  He didn’t write two books about that experience.  [What? A missed liberal opportunity.]  Instead, he assumed the role of adult at an early age, never having the luxury to pursue youthful drug use and the art of socialist revolution.  [No drug use?  Not even casual drug use?  Geez!  What qualifications for office does this guy even have?]

Instead, Paul Ryan and his mother took his grandmother, suffering from Alzheimers, into the household and served as the primary care provider for his grandma.

 

His grandma wasn’t the Vice President of the Bank of Hawaii so she could offer nothing in return, except the element of “need”.

Once Paul Ryan got his BA in Economics from Miami University of Ohio he was hired as a staff economist in Wisconsin Senator Kastin’s office.

 

The job must have not paid well because young Ryan moonlighted as a waiter and fitness trainer.  No one offered him a “token honor” position at the University of Chicago and a $200,000 dollar a year salary. [Do I even need to keep asking these same questions over and over again?  It’s obvious that this gentleman led quite the different life than the individuals he and Mr. Romney are looking to replace.  That alone should be enough for us to vote them both in!  But, let us continue this look into Mr. Ryan’s life, shall we?]

When a still young Paul Ryan returned to Wisconsin to run for Congress he didn’t demonize his opponent and dig up dirt to shovel against him. He waited until the standing Congressman vacated the office before seeking the office.  In Janesville, Wisconsin they don’t have a big political machine to promote you, to criminalize your opponent; instead Paul Ryan had to go door to door and sit at kitchen tables and listen to his future constituents.

After getting elected to Congress Paul Ryan didn’t triumphantly march into Washington, buy himself a Georgetown townhouse and proceed over to K Street to rub elbows with lobbyists.  He bunked in his Congressional office and used the house gym for showers and a fresh change of clothes.

Paul Ryan then married and took his bride back to Janesville.  He lives on the same street he lived on as a kid and shares the neighborhood with eight other members of the Ryan clan.

 

He hunts with the local Janesville hunt club and attends PTA meetings and other civic functions.

For those who can’t make those public functions, Paul Ryan bought an old bread truck, converted it into a “mobile constituent office” and drives around to meet with those who need his help and attention.  [Does this sound anything at all like the yahoos who currently occupy the positions?  I don’t think that any of them could get out of their own way to actually help someone.  Heaven forbid, they might have to delay a vacation or a tee time!]

No, I don’t know if we can vote for a guy like this.  He doesn’t have a regal pedigree; he’s Irish for God’s sake!  No one awarded him a Nobel Peace Prize two months after getting elected.  No one threw flowers or got “chills down their leg” as a he took his seat in Congress.

What is most despicable about Paul Ryan is that he has had the nerve to write the House Budget for three years in a row.  He’s is brazen and heartless in advocating in that budget for a $5 trillion dollar reduction in federal spending over the next ten years!  The House passed his budget three years in a row and three years in a row the Democratically controlled Senate has let it die in the upper house, without ever proposing a budget of their own. 

What is wrong with this guy? 

If Congress were to cut $5 trillion dollars from the budget where would the President get the money to give $500 million dollars to a bankrupt Solyndra?  Or $200 million dollars for bankrupt Energy 1?  Or $11 billion dollars to illegal aliens filing INIT, non-resident tax returns to claim $11 billion big ones in child tax credits, even for their children living in Mexico?

I don’t know.

Paul Ryan seems heartless to me.  He keeps wanting to cut government waste, he keeps wanting to put a halt to those big GSA conventions in Vegas and, worse, he keeps trying to make people look at that $16.7 trillion dollar deficit! 

The guy’s no fun at all!

Who wants a numbers cruncher?  Who wants someone spoiling the party by showing folks the bill?  Nothing will spoil a party quicker than sending the host the bill before the party’s over.

Party Hearty folks!  At least until November.

And may I offer a loud and hearty AMEN!!!