My brother was ‘in with a promise’ and so went into a drugstore and purchases a pack of condoms.”That will be $1.08, please,” says the clerk.”What’s the 8 cents for?” asked my brother.”It says one dollar right here on the packaging.””Tax,” replies the clerk.”Gee,” says the ditz, “I thought you just rolled them on and they stayed put.”
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Cubic
The language spoken in Cuba.
Hookers
A guy goes up to a hooker and says,how much?, The hooker says, 50 bucks, the guy says ,American Express?,The hooker says, go as fast as you want.
Bad Days
Think YOU’RE having a bad day? It seems like some people are
just plain doomed.
Surprised while burgling a house in Antwerp, Belgium, a thief
fled out the back door, clambered over a nine-foot wall, dropped
down and found himself in the city prison.
*****
In 1976 a twenty-two-year-old Irishman, Bob Finnegan, was
crossing the busy Falls Road in Belfast, when he was struck by a
taxi and flung over its roof. The taxi drove away and, as
Finnegan lay stunned in the road, another car ran into him,
rolling him into the gutter. It too drove on. As a knot of
gawkers gathered to examine the magnetic Irishman, a delivery
van plowed through the crowd, leaving in its wake three injured
bystanders and an even more battered Bob Finnegan. When a fourth
vehicle came along, the crowd wisely scattered and only one
person was hit-Bob Finnegan. In the space of two minutes
Finnegan suffered a fractured skull, broken pelvis, broken leg,
and other assorted injuries. Hospital officials said he would
recover.
*****
While motorcycling through the Hungarian countryside, Cristo
Falatti came up to a railway line just as the crossing gates
were coming down. While he sat idling, he was joined by a farmer
with a goat, which the farmer tethered to the crossing gate. A
few moments later a horse and cart drew up behind Falatti,
followed in short order by a man in a sports car. When the train
roared through the crossing, the horse startled and bit Falatti
on the arm. Not a man to be trifled with, Falatti responded by
punching the horse in the head. In consequence the horse’s owner
jumped down from his cart and began scuffling with the
motorcyclist. The horse, which was not up to this sort of
excitement, backed away briskly, smashing the cart into the
sports- car. At this, the sports-car driver leaped out of his
car and joined the fray. The farmer came forward to try to
pacify the three flailing men. As he did so, the crossing gates
rose and his goat was strangled. At last report, the insurance
companies were still trying to sort out the claims.
*****
Two West German motorists had an all-too-literal head-on
collision in heavy fog near the small town of Guetersloh. Each
was guiding his car at a snail’s pace near the center of the
road. At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the
windows when they smacked together. Both men were hospitalized
with severe head injuries. Their cars weren’t scratched.
*****
In a classic case of one thing leading to another, seven men
aged eighteen to twenty-nine received jail sentences of three to
four years in Kingston-on-Thames, England, in 1979 after a fight
that started when one of the men threw a french fry at another
while they stood waiting for a train.
*****
Hitting on the novel idea that he could end his wife’s incessant
nagging by giving her a good scare, Hungarian Jake Fen built an
elaborate harness to make it look as if he had hanged himself.
When his wife came home and saw him she fainted. Hearing a
disturbance a neighbor came over and, finding what she thought
were two corpses, seized the opportunity to loot the place. As
she was leaving the room, her arms laden, the outraged and
suspended Mr. Fen kicked her stoutly in the backside. This so
surprised the lady that she dropped dead of a heart attack.
Happily, Mr. Fen was acquitted of manslaughter and he and his
wife were reconciled.
*****
An unidentified English woman, according to the London Sunday
Express was climbing into the bathtub one afternoon when she
remembered she had left some muffins in the oven. Naked, she
dashed downstairs and was removing the muffins when she heard a
noise at the door. Thinking it was the baker, and knowing he
would come in and leave a loaf of bread on the kitchen table if
she didn’t answer his knock, the woman darted into the broom
cupboard. A few moments later she heard the back door open and,
to her eternal mortification, the sound of footsteps coming
toward the cupboard. It was the man from the gas company, come
to read the meter. “Oh,” stammered the woman, “I was expecting
the baker.” The gas man blinked, excused himself and departed.
Useful work phrases
USEFUL PHRASES AT WORK:I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid. I’m not being rude. You’re just insignificant. I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth. It might look like I’m doing nothing, but at the cellular level I’m really quite busy. Thank you. We’re all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view. The fact that no one understands you doesn’t mean you’re an artist Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don’t care. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you. It’s a thankless job, but I’ve got a lot of Karma to burn off. Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial. No, my powers can only be used for good. How about never? Is never good for you? I’m really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me You sound reasonable…Time to up my medication I’ll try being nicer if you’ll try being smarter. I don’t work here. I’m a consultant. Who me? I just wander from room to room. My toys! My toys! I can’t do this job without my toys! At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers. I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public. Someday, we’ll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.
Giant
There once was a giant who lived at the top of a big mountain.
His favorate thing to do was to kick trids (short people) from
the village down the mountain. After a while, the mayor of the
village went to talk to him. “Excuse me Mr. Giant. Us trids in
the village feel that you could maybe find a different hobby
less painful to us trids.” “No way! It’s sooo fun! To see the
little trids roll down the mountain, it’s a blast!” And he
kicked the mayor down the mountain.
The trids are shocked but the send a priest up to the giant
thinking he won’t kick a man of god. So after the same
discussion, the giant kicked the priest down the mountain.
After a week or so, they concluded that the giant must be Jewish
if he would dare to kick a priest down the mountain. So up went
a rabbi. “Excuse me, Giant, but the trids don’t like you kicking
them doen the mountain. You need to find yourself a different
hobby to do!” “But when I kick them down, they roll and it’s
hillarious!” “Ok. So there’s nothing at all I can say or do to
make you change your mind?” “Nope, there isn’t.” “OK. I guess
you can kick me now.” “What? Silly Rabbi, kicks are for trids!”
The Rabbit’s Thesis
One sunny day a rabbit came out of her hole in the ground to enjoy the fine
weather. The day was so nice that she became careless and a fox snuck up behind
her and caught her.
“I am going to eat you for lunch!” said the fox.
“Wait!” replied the rabbit, “You should at least wait a few days.”
“Oh yeah? Why should I wait?”
“Well, I am just finishing my thesis on ‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes
and Wolves.'”
“Are you crazy? I should eat you right now! Everybody knows that a fox will
always win over a rabbit.”
“Not really, not according to my research. If you like, you can come into my
hole and read it for yourself. If you are not convinced, you can go ahead and
have me for lunch.”
“You really are crazy!” But since the fox was curious and had nothing to lose,
it went with the rabbit. The fox never came out.
A few days later the rabbit was again taking a break from writing and sure
enough, a wolf came out of the bushes and was ready to set upon her.
“Wait!” yelled the rabbit, “You can’t eat me right now.”
“And why might that be, my furry appetizer?”
“I am almost finished writing my thesis on ‘The Superiority of Rabbits over
Foxes and Wolves.'”
The wolf laughed so hard that it almost lost its grip on the rabbit. “Maybe I
shouldn’t eat you; you really are sick … in the head. You might have something
contagious.”
“Come and read it for yourself; you can eat me afterward if you disagree with
my conclusions.”
So the wolf went down into the rabbit’s hole and never came out.
The rabbit finished her thesis and was out celebrating in the local lettuce
patch. Another rabbit came along and asked, “What’s up? You seem very happy.”
“Yup, I just finished my thesis.”
“Congratulations. What’s it about?”
“‘The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'”
“Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right.”
“Oh yes. Come and read it for yourself.” So together they went down into the
rabbit’s hole.
As they entered, the friend saw the typical graduate abode, albeit a rather
messy one after writing a thesis. The computer with the controversial work was
in one corner. And to the right there was a pile of fox bones, on the left a
pile of wolf bones. And in the middle was a large, well-fed lion.
The Moral of the Story:
The title of your thesis doesn’t matter. The subject doesn’t matter. The
research doesn’t matter. All that matters is who your advisor is.
Scale
Your mama’s so fat that when she stepped on the scale it said “to be continued.”
Your mama’s so fat that when she stepped off the scale it took 10 minutes to get back to zero.
Viene esta se�ora de 85
Viene esta se�ora de 85 a�os y le dice a su cirujano pl�stico que le haga un trabajo para quitar tantas arrugas. El cirujano la mira y le dice:
“Llega usted en buena hora porque acabo de inventar un estupendo procedimiento. Consta de ponerle un tornillo en la parte superior de su cabeza y cada vez que se le arrugue su cara ajusta el tornillo poco a poco. La se�ora, con toda la alegr�a del mundo, accede.
A los dos meses vuelve la se�ora al consultorio del cirujano y le dice:
“Usted es un cirujano mediocre, m�reme las bolsas que tengo en los ojos y ya me canse de ajustar el bendito tornillo este.”
El doctor la mira con cara de enojo y le contesta:
“Vieja bruta, le dije ajuste poco a poco. Eso que tiene en los ojos no son bolsas de agua, �son sus senos!”
Your mama
wen she sawl a school buss she said “Hey stop that twinckey
How To Get Rid Of Roaches
How does the single woman get rid of roaches?
She asks them for a commitment.
Any fake phone number a girl gave you would…
Any fake phone number a girl gave you would automatically forward your call
to her real number.
Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed an acceptable response to
“I love you.”
Hallmark would make “Sorry, what was your name again?” cards.
When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the game, she’d
appear in a little box in the corner of the screen
during a time-out.
Breaking up would be a lot easier. A smack to the ass and a “Nice hustle,
you’ll get ’em next time” would pretty much do it.
Birth control would come in ale or lager.
You’d be expected to fill your resume with gag names of people you’d worked
for, like “Heywood J’Blowme.”
Each year, your raise would be pegged to the fortunes of the NFL team of
your choice.
The funniest guy in the office would get to be CEO.
“Sorry I’m late, but I got really wasted last night” would be an acceptable
excuse for tardiness.
At the end of the workday, a whistle would blow and you’d jump out
your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and right into your
car like Fred Flintstone.
It’d be considered harmless fun to gather 30 friends, put on horned helmets,
and go pillage a nearby town.
Lifeguards could remove citizens from beaches for violating the “public
ugliness” ordinance.
Tanks would be far easier to rent.
Garbage would take itself out.
Instead of beer belly, you’d get “beer biceps.”
Instead of an expensive engagement ring, you could present your wife-to-be
with a giant foam hand that said, “You’re #1!”
Valentine’s Day would be moved to February 29th so it would only
occur in leap years.
On Groundhog Day, if you saw your shadow, you’d get the day off to
go drinking. Mother’s Day, too. St. Patrick’s Day, however, would
remain exactly the same. But it would be celebrated every month.
COPS would be broadcast live, and you could phone in advice to the
pursuing cops.
Two words: Ally McNaked.
Regis and Kathie Lee would be chained to a cement mixer and pushed
off the Golden Gate Bridge for the most lucrative pay-per-view event
in world history.
The victors in any athletic competition would get to kill and eat
the losers.
The only show opposite Monday Night Football would be Monday Night
Football from a Different Camera Angle.
It would be perfectly legal to steal a sports car, as
long as you returned it the following day with a full tank of gas.
Every man would get four real Get Out of Jail Free cards per year.
When a cop gave you a ticket, every smart-aleck answer you responded
with would actually reduce your fine. As in:
Cop: “You know how fast you were going?”
You: “All I know is, I was spilling my beer all over the place.”
Cop: “Nice one. That’s $10 off.”
Faucets would run “Hot,” “Cold,” and “100 proof.”
The Statue of Liberty would get a bright red, 40-foot thong.
People would never talk about how fresh they felt.
Daisy Duke shorts would never again go out of style.
Telephones would automatically cut off after 30 seconds of conversation.