Sinko de Mayo

Most people don’t know that back in 1912, Hellmann’s mayonnaise was manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery to Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.

This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico. But as we know the great ship did not make it to New York. The ship hit an iceberg and sank and the cargo was forever lost. The people of Mexico, who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery were disconsolate at the loss.

Their anguish was so great, that they declared a “National Day of Mourning” which they still observe to this day. The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known of course as Sinko de Mayo.

Santa is Quitting

T’was the night before Christmas–Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed out the elves and threw down his list.

Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind to scrap the whole works!

I’ve busted my ass for damn near a year,
Instead of “Thanks Santa”–what do I hear?

The old lady bitches cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money–the reindeer all fight.

Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS.

And just when I thought that things would get better,
Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter.

They say I owe taxes–if that ain’t damn funny.
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?

And the kids these days–they all are the pits.
They want the impossible–those mean little shits.

I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds,
Assembling dolls…their arms, legs and heads.

I made a ton of yo yo’s–NO request for them.
They want computers and robots…they think I’m IBM!

Flying through the air…dodging the trees,
Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees.

I’m quitting this job…there’s just no enjoyment.
I’ll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment.

There’s no Christmas this year now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. I’m going SOUTH for the season!


A beautiful innocent young lady wants to meet Santa Claus so she puts on a robe and stays up late on Christmas Eve. Santa arrives, climbs down the chimney, and begins filling the socks. He is about to leave when the girl, who happens to be a gorgeous redhead, says in a sexy voice.. “Oh Santa, please stay. Keep the chill away.”

Santa replies, “HO HO HO, Gotta go, gotta go, Gotta get the presents to the children, you know.”

The girl drops the robe to reveal a sexy bra and panties and says in an even sexier voice, “Oh Santa, don’t run a mile; just stay for awhile…”

Santa begins to sweat but replies, “HO HO HO, Gotta go, Gotta go. Gotta get the presents to the children, you know.”

The girl takes off her bra and says, “Oh Santa… Please… Stay.”

Santa wipes his brow but replies, “HO HO HO, Gotta go, Gotta go, gotta get the presents to the children, you know.”

She loses the panties and says, “Oh Santa… Please… Stay….”

Santa, with sweat pouring off his brow, says, “HEY HEY HEY, Gotta stay, Gotta stay, Can’t get up the chimney with my pecker this way!!!”

The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And all throught the house
Every creature was stirring
Even the mouse
The stockings weren’t hung
They were thrown on a chair
And as for St. Nick
Nobody cared

The tree was all trimmed
With reefer and holly
And all in the house
Were drunk and quite jolly
Mom in the whorehouse
And Dad smokin’ grass
And I’d just settled down
For a nice piece of ass

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my piece
To see what was the matter

When out on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Nick

He came down the chimney
Like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
The fucker had fell

He filled all the stockings
With pretzels and beer
And a big rubber dildo
For my brother the queer

He flew back up the chimney
With a thunderous fart
The son-of-a-bitch
Blew my chimney apart

And I heard him exclaim
As he rode out of site
Piss on you all, and have a shitty ass night!!!!!

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There are many stories related to the sinking of the “Titanic.” Some have just come to light due to the success of the recent movie. For example, most people don’t know that in 1912 Hellman’s mayonnaise was manufactured in England. The “Titanic” was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after New York City. The Mexican people were eagerly awaiting delivery and were disconsolate at the loss. So much so that they declared a National day of mourning, which they still observe today. It is known, of course, as … Sinko de Mayo.

Christmas Dinner

A family was sitting down to Christmas dinner when suddenly there’s a knock on the door so the father get’s up to answer it. He open’s the door and this snail asks him if he has anything for Christmas.

“No” replies the father and he kicks the snail down the street.

The following year the same thing happens, so the father opens the door and the snail says to him, “What did you do that for?”