Tough Mice

Three mice are sitting at a bar in a pretty rough neighborhood late at night trying to impress each other about how tough they are.

The first mouse pounds a shot of scotch, slams the glass onto the bar, turns to the second mouse and says, “When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set it off with my foot. When the bar comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it twenty times to work up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese.”

The second mouse orders up two shots of sour mash, pounds them both, slams each glass onto the bar, turns to the first mouse, and replies, “Yeah, well when I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can, take it home, grind it up to a powder, and add it to my coffee each morning so I can get a good buzz going for the rest of the day.”

The first mouse and the second mouse then turn to the third mouse. The third mouse lets out a long sigh and says to the first two, “I don’t have time for this. I’m going home to screw the cat.”

Blowing Chunks

One day a man walks into his local pub and tells the bartender “Give me a pitcher of Coors.”

The bartender says, “Wow, I bet you have had a bad day.”

The man says, “Yeah, I lost my job and my wife is having an affair.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” the bartender replies.

The man drinks the pitcher and asks the bartender for another.

After about an hour or so he finishes that one as well. He is still feeling low so he asks for another one.

The bartender says, “Man, I think you have had enough.”

The man says, “I promise you this will be the last one.”

So he drinks it up and he goes home.

The next morning the man has a huge hangover and walks back to the bar.

“Man, you look worse than you did last night,” the bartender says.

The man replied, “Just do me a faver and give me a pitcher of beer, just anything but Coors.”

“Ok, why?” the bartender asks, “You were drinking it like water last night.”

“I went home last night and blew chunks,” was the reply.

“Ok, I understand, you did have a lot of alcohol last night, so it does not surprise me.” quipped the keeper.

“No, No, No, Chunks is my dog!”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Yisman

Long Sermon

A pastor, known for his lengthy sermons, noticed a man get up and leave during
the middle of his message. The man returned just before the conclusion of the
service. Afterward the pastor asked the man where he had gone. “I went to get a
haircut,� was the reply.
“But,� said the pastor, “why didn’t you do that before the service?”
“Because, �the gentleman said, “I didn’t need one then.”

The New Car

Once upon a yesterday afternoon, I had to pick up my we�re do well brother
because his car broke down. I probably shouldn’t have done this, but I wanted to
show off this cool new car I got, so I agreed. I left work at about five o
clocks and I went to the gas station before I picked up my brother. Of course,
after a few bad incidences with the gas station attendants, I discovered that
self-serve was the way to go, so I pulled up and hopped out of my car. When I
was finished pumping the gas, I pulled out the pump, but I had forgotten to
completely let go of the handle, so some gas spilled out onto the sleeve of my
jacket.�Big deal’ I thought, and I paid for the gas and got back into the car.
Well, something you must know about my brother is that he’s a terribly addicted
smoker, and of course, he has no regard for people�s things, not even their new
car with leather seats. So, of course, the first thing that brother of mine does
when he gets in the car, are lights up a cigarette. Remember the gas I spilled
on my jacket? Well, needless to say, one spark from that lighter sent my arm
bursting into flames. “CRAP!” I screamed. I pulled the car over and jumped out.
I was waving my arm around like crazy trying to get that fire out. Luckily, a
policeman drove by and stopped to help me. He had a fire extinguisher in his
cruiser and he used it to put out the fire on my arm. “Thank you officer” I
said, “If you hadn’t stopped to help me, my arm could have burned off!” “It was
no problem ma’am,” the officer replied in very police-is style,” but I’m sorry,
I’m going to have to give you a fine” “Why officer?” I said, completely shocked
“For using a firearm without a license”

ME MUDDER

When my prayers were poorly said;
who tucked me in me widdle bed
and spanked me butt ’til it was red?
…..Me Mudder!
In the morning, when the lights would come
and in me crib me dribbled some;
who wiped me widdle tiny bun?
…..Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
and placed me on me ice cold pot
and made me pee-pee when me could not?
…..Me Mudder!
Whose hair so gently she would part
and hold me tightly to her heart
and sometimes squeeze me until I’d fart?
…..Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows drooped
and screamed and yelled ’til she had the croup
when in me Sunday pants I pooped?
…..Me Mudder!
And at night when the bed did squeak
and I raised me head to have a peek,
who yelled at me to go to sleep?
…..Me Fadder!!!