long time ago...a litrtle boy was sent to school...

one day he came home with a dead birdie...

he asked his dad, who's good at fixing things, if he could fix that little bird...

the bird's dead, baby...

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i heard this story yesterday over a family gathering supper...

Here is how the birl die..

Three friends die and go to heaven. The first guy gets handcuffed to one of the ugliest girls there.

''Why?'' he asks.

St. Paul replies, ''When you were nine you killed a bird with a stone.'' The same happens to the second guy. He asks why.

St. Paul replies, ''When you were nine you killed a bird with a stone.'' The third guy laughs at his friends and says, ''Thank God I didn't do anything like that.'' He gets handcuffed to the prettiest girl in heaven. The other two guys ask, ''Why?''

''Because when she was nine she killed a bird with a stone.''

The early bird gets the worm but, the second mouse gets the cheese.

lol...

i already asked if that little boy killed the bord or not and it wasn't him.

as for me, i dont remember killing any birds when i was nine, or at any ages so far.

lol!

ai bah craig!

somebody is NOT going to get prostate cancer.

When younger my birds got killed from the vicious cat... felt bad that we kept them in the cage and they couldnt escape..

You're prostate is clear CS. But, YOU WILL GO BLIND, YOU HEATHEN!!!!

oh..you are one of those 'good at fixing things' daddy!

right. Charlie?

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lol

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