NiftyWolfie

what she said above, its been altered now so you can only put your own pictures in there

I do keep time for myself lol, I'm letting the list fill up untill its worth a good mornings worth of time then I'll sort it out

If I don't know about these problems I can't fix them, that's what the report button is for, just click it and tell me what's wrong and I'll get fixing it soon as I've got time

Which section of the games where you looking at ? At bottom left hand sign there is a "Change Theme" link that will allow you to swap the colour of the forum to either green or blue

Hello pirate, Welcome to Wolfie's Whine's. Please feel free to browse around and get to know others. If you have any questions or queries please don't hesitate to ask a member of staff. pirate joined on the 21 July 2012 - 09:15 PM.

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A man is waiting for his wife to give birth. Finally the doctor comes in and informs the dad that his son was born without a torso, arms or legs. The son is just a head!; But the dad loves his son and raises him as well as he can, with love and compassion. After 18 years, the son is now old enough for his first drink so his Dad takes him to the pub, and tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and orders up the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the locals looking on curiously, and the landlord shaking his head in disbelief, the boy takes his first sip of alcohol. Bang!; A torso pops out!; The bar is dead silent; then bursts into a whoop of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again. Bang!; Two arms pops out!; The bar goes wild. The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to drink again. By now the boy is getting tipsy, and with his new hands he reaches down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Bang!; Two legs pop out. The pub is in chaos. The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God, and the boy stands up on his new legs and stumbles to the left....then to the right.... through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him and kills him instantly. The pub falls silent. The father moans in grief. The landlord sighs, stares into the boy's empty glass, and says... He should have quit while he was a head

Q: How do blonde braincells die ? A: Alone. Q: How do you brainwash a blonde? A: Give her a ****** and shake her upside down. Q: How do you change a blonde's mind? A1: Blow in her ear. A2: Buy her another beer. Q: How do you measure a blonde's intelligence? A: Stick a tire pressure gauge in her ear. Q: HOW DO YOU KEEP A BLONDE BUSY ALL DAY? A: Put her in a round room and tell her to sit in the corner. Q: HOW DID THE BLONDE DIE ICE FISHING? A: She was run over by the zambonis machine. Q: How do you get a blonde pregnant? A: Come in her shoes and let the flies do the rest. Q: How do you get a blonde to marry you? A: Tell her she's pregnant. Q: What will she ask you? A: "Is it mine?"

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, be still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.