Betty Botter’s Butter

Betty Botter had some butter.
“But,” she said, “this butter’s bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter, it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter–that would make my batter better.”
So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter.
So it was better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.
Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick.

Nebraska

General Lang was fighting a war with his army on horses in
Nebraska against the Indians. He grouped all of his men together
and said, “well men, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
Which would you like to hear first?”

One soldier says, “lets hear the bad news first.”

Then the general says, “the bad news is that these Indians are
really pissed and we’re all gonna die.”

A soldier says, “what is the good news?”

The general says, “the good news is that we won’t have to ride
back through Nebraska!!!”

Women Drivers

A state trooper pulls a car over on a lonely back road and approaches the blonde lady driver.

“Ma’am, is there a reason that you’re weaving all over the road?”

The woman replied, “Oh officer, thank goodness you’re here!! I almost had an accident! I looked up and there was a tree right in front of me. I swerved to the left and there was another tree in front of me. I swerved to the right and there was another tree in front of me!”

Reaching through the side window to the rear view mirror, the officer replied, “Ma’am…that’s your air freshener.”

I took the key and manually unlocked the door.

I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her car. “Do you need
some help?” I asked.
She replied, “I knew I should have replaced the battery in this remote door
unlocked. Now I can’t get into my car.
Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenience store) would have a
battery for this?”
“Hmmm, I dunno. Do you have an alarm, too?” I asked. “No, just this remote
‘thingy,'” she answered, handing it and the car keys to me.
I took the key and manually unlocked the door.

The Intruder

I HEARD HIM TRYING TO BREAK IN.

I RAN TO THE CABINET, GRABBED MY AUTOMATIC, SLAMMED THE CLIP IN, AND CHAMBERED A ROUND. I WAS SCARED AS I SNUCK DOWN THE HALL TO THE BACK DOOR.

I GRABBED A FLASHLIGHT ON THE WAY.

I OPENED THE DOOR AS QUIETLY AND AS SLOWLY AS I COULD.

I TIPTOED TO THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE WHERE I HEARD HIM STILL WORKING ON THE SCREEN.

I TURNED THE CORNER AND PUT THE FLASHLIGHT AND GUN IN HIS FACE.

I YELLED “HANDS UP!!!”

AS HE TURNED TO FACE ME……………..

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Pastor John Fuzz

The Reverend John Fuzz was pastor of a small congregation in a little Pennsylvania town. One day, he was walking down Main Street and he happened to notice a female member of his congregation sitting in the town bar, drinking beer. The reverend thought this was sinful and not something a member of his congregation should do. He walked through the open door of the bar and sat down next to the woman. “Mrs. Fitzgerald,” the reverend said sternly.”This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don’t you let me take you home?” “Sure,” she said with a slur, obviously very drunk. When Mrs. Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The reverend realized that she had had too much to drink and he grabbed hold of her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few seconds, the reverend wound up lying on top of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The bartender looked over the bar and said, “Here, here, buddy, we won’t have any of that carrying on in this bar.” The reverend looked up at the bartender and said, “But you don’t understand, I’m Pastor Fuzz.” The bartender nodded, “Well if you’re that far into the game, you may as well finish!”