On negative people...

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled
for a trip to Rome with her boyfriend.  She mentioned
the trip to the hairdresser, *****sponded, "Rome? Why
would anyone want to go there?  It's crowded and dirty
and full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So,
how are you getting there?"

"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a
great rate!"

"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a
terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight
attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So,
where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's
Tiber River called Teste."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks
it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's
really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the
service is surly and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get
there?"

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see
the Pope."

"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people
trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this
lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it!"

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser
asked her about her trip to Rome.

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were
we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but
it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class.
The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old
steward who waited on me hand and foot.

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling
job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were
overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no
extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "That's all well and
good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a
Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes
to meet some of the visitors. He asked if I'd be so kind as to step into
his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure
enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook
my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."

"Oh, really! What'd he say?"

He said, "Where'd you get the sh*tty hairdo?" 

That's great!

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
LOLOLOLOLOL


Hilarious!!!

-Aubrey

Good one!

That is so funny!! Thanks for sharing!

Awesome!  hahahahahha
 

Bahahahahahahaha!!!!