Even better that new blonde inventions

chocolate oven and kettel
central heated fridge
dry water
central heated igloos
cordless bunjee rope
The water-proof towel
Glow in the dark sunglasses
Solar powered flashlights
Submarine screen doors
A book on how to read
Inflatable dart boards
A dictionary index
Powdered water
Pedal powered wheel chairs
Water proof tea bags
Watermelon seed sorter
Zero proof alchohol
Reusable ice cubes
See through tiolet tissue
Skinless bananas
Do it yourself roadmap
Helicopter ejector seat

The old lady in the bank

A little old lady walked into the head branch of the Chase Manhattan
Bank holding a large paper bag in her hand. She told the young man
at the window that she wished to take the 3 million she had in the
bag and open an account with the bank. She said that first, though,
she wished to meet the president of Chase Manhattan Bank due to the
amount of money involved.

The teller seemed to think that was a reasonable request and after
opening the paper bag and seeing the bundles of 1,000 bills which
amounted to right around 3 million, telephoned the bank’s secretary
to obtain an appointment for the lady.

The lady was escorted upstairs and ushered into the president’s
office. Introductions were made and she stated that she would like
to get to know the people she did business with on a more personal
level. The bank president then asked her where she came into such a
large amount of money. “Was it an inheritance?” he asked. “No.” she
answered. “Was it from playing the stock market?” “No.” she
replied.

He was quiet for a minute, trying to think of where this little old
lady could possibly come into 3 million. “I bet.” she stated. “You
bet?” repeated the bank president. “As in horses?” “No.” she
replied, “I bet people.”

Seeing his confusion, she explained that she justs bets on different
things with different people. All of a sudden she said, “I’ll bet
you $25,
000.00 that by 10:00 o’clock tomorrow morning, your balls will be
square.”

The bank president figured she must be off her rocker and decided to
take her up on the bet. He didn’t see how he could lose. For the
rest of the day, the bank president was very careful. He decided to
stay home that evening and take no chances; there was $25,
000.00 at stake.

When he got up in the morning and took his shower, he checked to
make sure everything was okay. There was no difference- he looked
the same as he always had. He went to work and waited for the
little old lady to come in at 10:00 o’clock, humming as he went. He
knew this would be a good day- how often do you get handed $25,
000.00 for doing nothing. At 10:00 o’clock sharp the little old
lady was shown into his office. With her was a younger man. When he
inquired as to the man’s purpose for being there, she informed him
that he was her lawyer and she always took him along when there was
this much money involved.

“Well,” she asked, “what about our bet?” “I don’t know how to tell
you this,” he replied, “but I am the same as I’ve always been only
$25,
000.00 richer.” The lady seemed to accept this, but requested that
she be able to see for herself. The bank president thought this was
reasonable and dropped his trousers. She instructed him to bend over
and then grabbed a hold of him. Sure enough, everything was fine.
The bank president then looked up and saw her lawyer standing across
the room banging his head against the wall.

“What’ wrong with him?” he inquired. “Oh him,” she replied, “I bet
him $100,
000.00 that by 10:00 o’clock this morning that I’d have the
president of Chase Manhattan Bank by the balls.”

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Un borrach�n estaba en una cantina bebiendo de una botella. Y cada vez que echaba un trago, miraba por el pico de la botella y se carcajeaba. Curioso, el cantinero se le queda viendo y le pregunta:

“�Por qu� cada vez que mira por el pico de la botella casi se caga de la risa?”

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“Cuando miro por la botella puedo verle las nalgas al diablo”.

Entonces el cantinero agarra la botella y observa a trav�s del pico.

“�Aqu� nom�s veo pura verga!”

“�Entonces ya se volte�!”

honest lawyer

Two lawyers were in a coffee shop talking. One of the lawyers names was Thomas Strange. After a while their conversation became rather morbid, and they started to started to talk about what they were going to have on their tomb stones. Thomas said the he wasn’t going to have his name put on his tomb stone, instead he was going have “Here lies the body of an honest lawyer!!!” “Why are you going to have that?” asked his friend.”Well”, said Thomas, “When people are walking through the cemetery, and they see…Here lies the body of an honest lawyer. They will say “Oh…That’s Strange”.

The real Joe Schmoe!

Joe was not a very romantic person, and furthermore he was rather stupid. But he wanted to impress his wife, so he took her out for an anniversary dinner and watched the couples around them, following their leads.

He observed the couple next to him. The man lifted a sugar shaker towards his wife’s cup and said, “Sugar, sugar?” Joe thought this was great and continued to listen around the dining room.
Another table over Joe observed the following. A man spooned out some honey out of a bowl for his wife and asked, “Honey, honey?”
Again Joe thought this was good stuff.

Finally, he cut off a piece of his meat, stared longingly into his young wife’s eyes and said, “Ham, pig?”

Bush, Einstein and Picasso at the Pearly Gates

Einstein dies and goes to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, Saint Peter tells him,
“You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths that some people will
go to sneak into Heaven. Can
you prove who you really are?”

Einstein ponders for a few seconds and asks, “Could I have a blackboard and
some chalk?”

Saint Peter snaps his fingers and a blackboard and chalk instantly appear.
Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane mathematics and symbols his theory of
relativity.

Saint Peter is suitably impressed. “You really ARE Einstein!” he
says. “Welcome to heaven!”

The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again, Saint Peter asks for credentials.

Picasso asks, “Mind if I use that blackboard and chalk?”

Saint Peter says, “Go ahead.”

Picasso erases Einstein’s equations and sketches a truly stunning mural with
just a few strokes of chalk.

Saint Peter claps. “Surely you are the great artist you claim to be!” he says.
“Come on in!”

Then Saint Peter looks up and sees George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his
head and says, “Einstein and Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How
can you prove
yours?”

George W. looks bewildered and says, “Who are Einstein and Picasso?”

Saint Peter sighs and says, “Come on in, George.”