Trouble at tax time!

A man called to testify at the Revenue Canada, (Canada’s IRS) asked his accountant for advice on what to wear. “Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let him think you are a pauper,” the accountant replied.

Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice. “Do not let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie.”

Confused, the man went to his Priest, told him of the conflicting advice, and requested some resolution of the dilemma.

“Let me tell you a story,” replied the Priest. “A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. ‘Wear a heavy, long, flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck.’ But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice. Wear your most sexy negligee, with a V neck right down to your navel.”

The man protested: “What does all this have to do with my problem with the Revenue Canada?!”

“Simple”, replied the Priest…”It doesn’t matter what you wear, you are going to get screwed!”

Car crash

A rabbi and a priest get into a car accident and it’s a bad one. Both cars are totally demolished, but, amazingly, neither of the clerics is hurt. After they crawl out of their cars, the rabbi sees the priest’s collar and says, “So you’re a priest. I’m a rabbi. Just look at our cars. There’s nothing left, but we are unhurt. This must be a sign from God. God must have meant that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace the rest of our days.”The priest replies, “I agree with you completely. This must be a sign from God.”The rabbi continues, “And look at this. Here’s another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of Mogen David wine didn’t break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.” Then he hands the bottle to the priest. The priest agrees, takes a few big swigs, and hands the bottle back to the rabbi. The rabbi takes the bottle, immediately puts the cap on, and hands it back to the priest. The priest asks, “Aren’t you having any?” The rabbi replies, “No…I think I’ll wait for the police.”

Back seat

There was Jenny and Bill at a hot make out spot gettin there kissy kissy on. Bill asked Jenny, “Ya wanna get in the back?”. Jenny replies, “No!”.They go a little farther and Jenny’s shirt came off. Again Bill asks, “Ya wanna get in the back?”. “NO!!!!!” , replies Jenny. A few minutes later, Bill puts his hand up Jenny’s skirt. Again he asks, “Are ya sure ya don’t wanna get in the back?”. “NO!!!!!!”, replies Jenny. “Dammit!!!”, says Bill, “Why don’t ya wanna get in the back?”.Jenny quickly replies, “Cause I wanna stay here with you!”.

Talented Dog

A guy walks into a bar with a small dog. The bartender says, “Get out of here with that dog!” The guy says, “But this isn’t just any dog… this dog can play the piano!” The bartender replies, “Well, if he can play that piano, you both can stay… and have a drink on the house!” So the guy sits the dog on the piano stool, and the dog starts playing. Ragtime, Mozart… and the bartender and patrons are enjoying the music. Suddenly a bigger dog runs in, grabs the small dog by the scruff of the neck, and drags him out. The bartender asks the guy, “What was that all about?” The guy replies, “Oh, that was his mother. She wanted him to be a doctor.”

Power to the farmers!

This one big lawyer from the city decided to take time away from his busy day and went out to the farm and shot a duck.

The farmer walks out Of his building upon hearing the shot and screams at the city guy – “HEY You Cant shoot that duck on my property. That duck belongs to me. Hand it over!”

The city guy says, ‘Hell no I shot him so I get to keep him!”
The farmer and the city boy decide to settle it country style (which is to kick each other in the nuts till the other one falls over”)

So the farmer goes first and slams the city boy a nice hard stiff kick. Upon receiving the kick, the city boy damn near colllapses from the pain.

The city boy regains his balance And studders “Its my turn”
The famer looks at him and says – “aw Hell, keep the damn duck!

The Blonde and the Alligator

A young blonde was on vacation in the depths of Louisiana. She wanted a pair of genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking.

After becoming very frustrated with the “no haggle” attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, “Maybe I’ll just go out and catch my own alligator so I can get a pair of shoes at a reasonable price!”

The shopkeeper said, “By all means, be my guest. Maybe you’ll luck out and catch yourself a big one!”

Determined, the blonde turned and headed for the swamps, set on catching herself an alligator.

Later in the day, the shopkeeper is driving home when he spots the young woman standing waist deep in the water, shotgun in hand.

Just then, he sees a huge 9 foot alligator swimming quickly toward her.

She takes aim, kills the creature and with a great deal of effort hauls it on to the swamp bank. Laying nearby were several more of the dead creatures.

The shopkeeper watches in amazement. Just then the blonde flips the alligator on it’s back, and frustrated, shouts out, “This one isn’t wearing any shoes either!”

Is There a Santa Claus?

Is There a Santa Claus? A Rebuttal…

Rebuttal: Several key points are overlooked by this callous, amateurish ”study.”

Flying reindeer: As is widely known due to the excellent historical documentary ”Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” the flying reindeer are not a previously unknown species of reindeer, but were in fact given the power of flight due to eating magic acorns. As is conclusively proven in ”Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” (a no-punches- pulled look at life in Santa’s village), this ability has bred true in subsequent generations of reindeer–obviously the magic acorns imprinted their power on a dominant gene sequence within the reindeer DNA strand.

Number of households: This figure overlooks two key facts. First of all, the first major schism in the Church split the Eastern Churches, centered in Byzantium, from the Western, which remained centered in Rome. This occurred prior to the Gregorian correction to the Julian calendar. The Eastern churches (currently called Orthodox Churches) do not recognize the Gregorian correction for liturgical events, and their Christmas is, as a result, several days after that of the Western Churches’. Thus, Santa gets two shots at delivering toys.

Secondly, the figure of 3.5 children per household is based on the gross demographic average, which includes households with no children at all. The number of children per household, when figured as an average for households with children, would therefore have to be adjusted upward. Also, the largest single Christian denomination is Roman Catholic, who, as we all know, breed like rabbits. If you don’t believe me, ask my four brothers and two sisters–they’ll back me up. Due to the predominance of Catholics within Christian households, the total number of households containing Christian children would have to be adjusted downward to reflect the overloading of Catholics beyond a standard deviation from the median.

Also, the assertion that each home would contain at least one good child would be reasonable enough if there were in fact an even 3.5 children per household. However, since the number of children per household is distributed integrally, there is a significant number (on the order of several million) of one-child Christian households. Even though only children are notoriously spoiled–and therefore disproportionately inclined toward being naughty–since it’s the holidays we’ll be generous and give them a fifty-fifty chance of being nice. This removes one half of the single-child households from Santa’s delivery schedule, which has already been reduced by the removal of the Orthodox households from the first delivery run.

Santa’s delivery run (speed, payload, etc.): These all suffer from the dubious supposition that there is only one Santa Claus. The name ”Santa” is obviously either Spanish or Italian, two ethnic groups which are both overwhelmingly Catholic. The last name Claus suggests a joint German/