(Speaking in a humble British accent)
Oh hello and welcome to "Ghetto Johns Corner"
this is a little place where i will tell you a little story that makes no relevant sense to society and you will eventually hate me for it...but ha ha im bored so put up with me....
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One time my father and I went fishing on Lake Ironica and we caught a lovely 12 pound trout, it truly was beautiful. We talked about it as we rowed back to shore and we were imagining the fragrance and taste of a wonderfully cooked fish dinner prepared by my Mother. In fact we were so busy thinking about the dinner we forgot about the fish, somehow it had managed to jump out of the pale and back into the water. When we finally reached the shore we looked into the bucket, and realized that the lovely 12 pound trout that was truly beautiful that we were going to have for dinner had well.....gotten away. So we went in the cabin and told mother all about it, and she simply said in her lovely brooklyn voice," well what will it be, beans or hotdogs? " we miserably replied " both."

So the moral of this story is mmm.... well i think I'll let you all decide what it is, since you all apparently hated my last one.
Peace Ghetto John

;D

It's much easier to get the fish you want at the Supermarket ?

Umm...It's not like shooting fish in a bucket?  ??? ;D

The moral of the story is: That's what you get for marrying someone from Brooklyn.  ;D

LOL!!! ;D :D ;)

very good morals

Don't forget to pack the Gas-X!!! :-X

Or, next time, use big rocks to stun them-take Polaroids, or lie like heck!
:P

its kind of like a dog meets a cat and .... wait that would make a great show, maybe i could call it, CatDog!

Nah, that name's taken. ;D

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its kind of like a dog meets a cat and .... wait that would make a great show, maybe i could call it, CatDog!
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i know, just felt like being stupid