IQ’s

Albert Einstein arrives at a party and introduces himself to the first person he sees and asks, “What is your IQ?” to which the man answers “241.”

“That is wonderful!” says Albert. “We will talk about the Grand Unification Theory and the mysteries of the universe. We will have much to discuss!”

Next Albert introduces himself to a woman and asks, “What is your IQ?” to which the lady answers, “144.”

“That is great!” says Albert. “We can discuss politics and current affairs. We will have much to discuss!”

Albert then goes to another person and asks, “What is your IQ?” to which the man answers, “51.”

Albert ponders this for a moment, and then says, “GO REDSKINS!”

Dyn-o-mite

A large, powerfully-built guy meets a woman at a bar. After a number of drinks, they agree to go back to his place. As they are making out in the bedroom, he stands up and starts to undress. After he takes his shirt off, he flexes his muscular arms and says, ‘See that, baby? That’s 1000 pounds of dynamite!’ She begins to drool. The man drops his pants, strikes a bodybuilder’s pose, and says, referring to his bulging thighs, ‘See those, baby? That’s 1000 pounds of dynamite!’ She is aching for action at this point. Finally, he drops his underpants, and after a quick glance, she grabs her purse and runs screaming to the front door. He catches her before she is able to leave and asks, ‘Why are you in such a hurry to go?’ She replies, ‘With 2000 pounds of dynamite and such a short fuse, I was afraid you were about to blow!’

The Sapling

There was this sapling that didn’t know what kind of tree he was. He was growing up between a birch tree and a beech tree and thought they might be able to tell him what kind of tree he was.

First he asks Mr. Birch Tree and says..”Mr. Birch, Mr. Birch, I gotta know…am I a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”

Mr. Birch replies, “Well, i don’t know, you could be a son of a beech, you could be a son of a birch, why don’t you go ask Mr. Beech?”

So the sapling goes “Mr. Beech, Mr. Beech, i gotta know, am I a son of a Beech or a son of a birch?”

And Mr. Beech says, “well, I dont know, but I do know someone that will be able to tell you, I’ll call him up and he’ll tell you what you are.”

So, Mr. Beech calls good ole Mr Woodpecker and explains the situation to him. Mr Woodpecker explains to the sapling that he must take a nibble of his bark to be able to tell him what he is and the sapling agrees.

Well, the woodpecks takes a nibble and exclaims “My…you’re neither a son of a beech or a son of a birch but the finest piece of ash I’ve ever put my pecker in!”

God made me

Grandpa and granddaugher were sitting talking when she asked, “Did God make you, Grandpa?”

“Yes, God made me,” the grandfather answered.

A few minutes later, the little girl asked him, “Did God make me too?”

“Yes, He did,” the older man answered.

For a few minutes, the little girl seemed to be studying her grandpa, as well as her own reflection in the mirror, while her grandfather wondered what was running through her mind.

At last she spoke up, “You know, Grandpa,” she said, “God’s doing a lot better job lately.”

Submitted by calamjo
Edited by Curtis

Bar-B-Q

A man and his wife were gardening in the back yard when the husband looks up to see his wife bending over to pick some flowers. He looks at her rear and then looks at the Webber Bar-B-Q, noticing that they are the same size.

He says to his wife, “Your butt is as big as our Bar-B-Q!”

She ignores him and goes back to her gardening. The husband can’t stand it so he goes to the garage and gets a tape measure and measures the Bar-B-Q and his wife’s rear and they are exactly the same size.

That night in bed the husband starts to cuddle with his wife, but the wife says, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

The husband says, “I thought I was gonna get a little tonight.”

His wife replies, “If you think that I’m going to fire up this Webber Bar-B-Q for one little weenie, you are crazy!”

Great inventions

Henry Ford dies and goes to heaven.

At the gates, Saint Peter tells Ford, “Well, you’ve been such a good guy and your invention of the car changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone you want in heaven.”

So Henry Ford thinks about it and says, “I want to hang out with Adam, the first man.”

So the guy at the gates points Adam out to Ford.

When Ford gets to Adam, Ford asks, “Hey aren’t you the inventor of woman?”

Adam says, “Yes.”

“Well,” says Ford, “You have some major design flaws in your invention:
1) There is too much front end protusion
2) It chatters at high speeds
3) The rear end wobbles too much
4) and the intake is too close to the exhaust.”

“Hmmmmm..” says Adam, “hold on”.

So Adam goes to the celestial computer, types in a few keystrokes, and waits for the results.

The computer prints out a slip of paper and Adam reads it.

He then says to Ford, “It may be that my invention is flawed, but according to the stellar computer, more men are riding my invention than yours.”

Submitted by Curtis
Edited by calamjo

“Makeout Point”

One Friday night, a policeman saw a car parked up at “makeout point.” Shining his flashlight in the window, he saw a young man fidgeting in the front seat glancing at his watch and a young woman sitting in the back seat and reading a magazine.

“Excuse me, son” said the cop, “but how old are the two of you?”

“I’m eighteen, sir, and” (checking his watch another time) “in ten more minutes, she’ll be eighteen too!”

In the bar

One day there was a black guy behind the bar working, and a Chinese guy walked up to him and said, “Give me a jigger, nigger.”

The black guy responded, “That is not an appropriate way to talk to someone. How would you like it if someone were to talk to you that way?”

To prove his point, they switched places. The black guy comes out from behind the bar, and te Chinese goes behind the bar.”

The black guy goes up to the counter and says, “Give me a drink, chink!”, and the chinese guy responds “No. We don’t serve niggers.”

I’ve got good and bad

This old man visits his doctor and after a thorough examination, the doctor tells him, “I have good news and bad news, what would you like to hear first?”Patient: Well, give me the bad news first.Doctor: You have cancer, I estimate that you have about two years left.Patient: That’s terrible! In two years, my life will be over! What kind of good news could you probably tell me, after this?Doctor: You also have Alzheimer’s. In about three months you are going to forget everything I told you.