it has not come out yet.
it has not come out yet.
You're fired.
That's the not cr@ppy-est joke ever.
In reply to oldopelguy:
It's still pretty E36 M3-y
I laughed, I cried, I was moved.
I laughed so hard I pooped myself
kazoospec wrote: I laughed, I cried, I had a movement.
FTFY
Did you hear about the constipated mathematician? He worked it out with a pencil.
Did you know 4 out of 5 people who are constipated... really don't a give a SHUGAR
There was supposed to be a law on the books about constipation, but congress can't get their E36 M3 together to pass it.
It's bound to happen in the end.
Did you hear Mr. T changed his name to Mr. AEIOU?
He felt like it was time for a vowel movement.
The joke about constipation? I heard it really stinks. 
Here's my favorite joke about poop:
An Indian named Chief Bowels lived in a teepee on the reservation. One day he received a letter from the state division of highways that said that they were going to build a freeway and it would go right through where his teepee was located and he would have to move.
He was very upset about this because his ancestors had lived in that exact place for many generations.
He decided to go into town to talk to someone and get them to change the route of the freeway.
He arrived in town but didn't know where to go so he asked someone for directions to the local office of the highway department. He was told to go three blocks straight ahead then turn left for two blocks and it would be on the right.
He went three blocks straight ahead then turned right and went into the building on the left. It was a drugstore.
The druggist asked him if he could help him and the Indian replied. "Bowels no move!"
"Oh," said the druggist. That's no problem. Take this twice a day for a week." he said, as he gave the Indian a bottle of medicine.
The Indian left and one week later the he returned. "Hello," said the druggist. "Did that medicine work?"
"Bowels still no move!" said the Indian.
"Well, well," said the druggist. "It appears that we will have to use something a little stronger. Take this four times a day for a week."
The Indian left and one week later he returned. "Hello again," said the druggist. "How are you doing?"
"Bowels still no move!" said the Indian.
"Oh my goodness!" said the druggist. "This really calls for something drastic. This is the most powerful treatment in existance. Take it eight times a day for a week."
The Indian left and one week later he returned. When the druggist saw him he asked, "bowels move?"
"Bowels have to move" said the Indian. "Teepee full of E36 M3."
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