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Guts and Balls

There is a medical distinction between Guts and Balls.  We've all heard about people having Guts or Balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, here are the definitions:

GUTS - Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the Guts to ask:  "Are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass   and having the Balls to say: "You're next, Chubby."

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions. Medically speaking, there is No difference in the outcome. Both could result in death.

AAA Call

me: Hi, my name is Tiffany and I'm an alcoholic

AAA: Ma'am, you're reached the American Automobile Association

me: I know, I'm explaining why my car is in the lake.

Need Alcohol?

I hate when people say you don't need alcohol to have fun.

You don't need running shoes to run but it fucking helps.

Off the Cliff

The car sped off the highway, went through the guardrail, rolled down a cliff, bounced off a tree and finally shuddered to a stop. A passing motorist, who had witnessed the entire accident, helped the miraculously unharmed driver out of the wreck.

"Good lord, mister," he gasped, "are you drunk?"

"Of course," said the man, brushing the dirt from his suit. "What the hell do you think I am, a stunt driver?"

A Real Calamity

O'Connell was staggering home with a pint of booze in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg. "Please, God," he implored, "let it be blood!"