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Pepito y su pap� van caminando por la calle cuando, de pronto, encuentran un billete de loter�a.

“Papi, papi, �qu� pasa si ganamos?”

“Venecia… Champagne… Mujeres”.

“�Y si no, papi?”

“�Xochimilco, cerveza… y tu madre!”

This is a true story that happened to me a few days ago.

I was at McDonald’s and I ordered a large fry. The cashier said,
“I’m sorry, we are out of apple pies.” I was about to explain
her error when the lady in line behind me said, “You’re out of
apple pies? I can’t believe it! This is sick! This is sick!”

The poor cashier said, “I’m sorry. We asked for more from the
headquarters, but they haven’t come yet.” The lady shouted, “I
have stock in this company, and this is why it is FAILING! I
demand to see your manager, because you are obviously an idiot!”
The cashier, on the verge of tears, said, “Please don’t call me
an idiot. I don’t deserve to have you yelling at me.”

The manager came forward from the back of the store. “What is
the problem here?” The lady screeched, “This idiot has given me
horrible service, and I am never coming here again.” She stormed
out. The cashier followed her out, calling, “I’m sorry, I’m
sorry.” The lady yelled back, “You’re a f***ing bitch!” The
manager came out and said, “You are no longer welcome on this
property!”

Finally, the lady left the parking lot and stood staring
loathingly at the store from the sidewilk. The cashier came
back, apologized, and got me my fries. It turned out that it was
one of those ones with Monopoly game pieces. Mine turned out to
be an instant winner. Guess what it was? An apple pie.

Una mujer que duerme se despierta por un ruido como a las tres de la madrugada, y le dice al hombre que duerme con ella:

“�MI MARIDO!”

El tipo toma su ropa y se tira por la ventana desde el tercer piso… minutos m�s tarde entra el mismo hombre y le dice a la mujer:

“�Pero Che, yo soy tu maridooooooooo!”

Pfizer Corp. (NYSE PFE) is making the announcement today that Viagra will soon be available in liquid form and will be marketed by Pepsi Cola Bottling Group (NYSE PBG) as a power beverage, suitable for use as-is, or a mixer, under the name “Mount and Do.”

Pepsi’s proposed ad campaign suggests:
“It will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one.”

Submitted by Glaci
Edited by Curtis

Los can�bales atrapan a un tipo y lo meten en una olla. Ante la cara de p�nico del hombre, comienzan a echarle pl�tanos, yucas, papas, cebolla, todo picado. Un rato despu�s, el personaje sonre�a.

Intrigados, los antrop�fagos se le acercan y el jefe le pregunta:

“�Hombre blanco de que re�rse? �No ver que nosotros com�rnoslo!”

“S�, pero es que me les cagu� en el sancocho.

What do you get when cross a gay Eskimo and a Black?

A snowblower that doesn’t work.

Noah’s Ark… If it happened today

And the Lord spoke to Noah and said, “In six months I’m going to make it rain
until the whole earth is covered with water and all the evil people are
destroyed. But I want to save a few good people, and two of every kind of living
thing on the planet. I am commanding you to build an Ark.”

And in a flash of lightning, He delivered the specifications for an Ark.
“Okay,” said Noah, trembling with fear and fumbling with the blueprints.

“Six months, and it starts to rain,” thundered the Lord. “You’d better have
the Ark completed, or learn to swim for a very long time.”

Six months passed, the skies clouded up and rain began to fall. The Lord saw
that Noah was sitting in his front yard, weeping. ….. and there was no Ark.

“Noah,” shouted the Lord, “Where is the Ark?”

“Lord, please forgive me!” begged Noah. “I did my best. But there were big
problems. First, I had to get a building permit for the Ark construction
project, and your plans didn’t meet code. So I had to hire an engineer to re-
draw the plans. Then I got into a big fight over whether or not the Ark needed a
fire sprinkler system.

“Then my neighbor objected, claiming I was violating zoning by building the
Ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning
commission.

“Then I had problems getting enough wood for the Ark, because there was a ban
on cutting trees to save the Spotted Owl. I had to convince the U.S. Fish and
Wildlife that I need the wood to save the Owls. But they wouldn’t let me catch
any owls. So, no owls.

“The carpenters formed a union and went out on strike. I had to negotiate a
settlement with the National Labor Relations Board before anyone would pick up a
saw or hammer. Now we have sixteen carpenters going on the boat, and still no
owls.

“Then I started gathering up animals, and got sued by an animal rights group.
They objected to me taking only two of each kind.

“Just when I got the suit dismissed, EPA notified me that I couldn’t complete
the Ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood.
They didn’t take kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the
conduct of a Supreme Being.

“Then the Army Corp of Engineers wanted a map of the proposed new flood plain.
I sent them a globe.

“Right now, I’m still trying to resolve a complaint from the Equal Employment
Opportunity Commission over how many Croatians I’m supposed to hire. The IRS has
seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to avoid paying taxes by leaving the
country. And I just got a notice from the state about owing them some kind of
use tax. I really don’t think I can finish the Ark for at least another five
years,” Noah wailed.

The sky began to clear. The sun began to shine. A rainbow arched across the
sky. Noah looked up and smiled.

“You mean you’re not going to destroy the earth?” Noah asked hopefully.

“No,” said the Lord sadly. “The government already has.”