Fucked

A man was jogging around a lake and saw a woman crying. So he stopped and asked what was wrong? The woman replied I never ben hugged before because I have no arms and legs. So the man gives her a hug. The next day he saw the woman again and she was crying again. So he once again asked what was wrong. She replied I never been kissed because I have no arms and legs. So the gives her a kiss. The very next day the man once again see the same lady crying once more. So he asked her for the third time whats wrong. She said I never been fucked before because I have no arms and legs. So the man pick her up and throws her into a lake and says NOW YOUR FUCKED!

Things That Bother Me

The Pillsbury doughboy is way too happy considering he has no
genitals.

When something is “new and improved”, which is it? If it’s new,
then there has never been anything before it. If it’s an
improvment, then there must have been something wrong with it
before.

People who are willing to get off their ass to search the room
for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and
change the channel manually.

The Norwich Life commercial where the old fart answers the
phone, says hello and then immediately tells his wife “It’s
Patrick! He bought life insurance!” Excuse me? How did Patrick
find the time to tell you this? You barely breathed between
“Hello and it’s Patrick.” And why the hell do you have big
sheets of bristol board and thick markers by the phone? Do you
people play Pictionary over the phone often?

When people say “Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it
too”. Fuck off. What good is a goddamn cake you can’t eat? What,
should I eat someone else’s cake instead?

When people say “It’s always in the last place you look.” Of
course it is. Why would you keep looking after you’ve found it?
Do people do this? Who and where are they?

When people say, while watching a movie “Did you see that?” No
dicknose, I paid $8.50 to come to the theatre and stare at that
thing over there. What did you come here for?

People who ask “Can I ask you a question?” Didn’t really give me
a choice, did ya there buddy?

People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I
know where my watch is buddy, where the hell is yours? Do I
point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?

School joke

Teacher: Peter why are you dancing round like you have ants in your pants?
Peter: Because i need the toilet miss?
Teacher: I will let you go to the toilet if you recite your alphabet!
Peter: Ok miss
Teacher: Go on then say them
Peter: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O Q R S T U V W X Y Z!
Teacher: Peter wheres your P?
Peter: Half way down my leg miss!!

Humor from the Smithsonian

The story behind this joke:… There’s this nutball who digs things out his back yard and sends the stuff he finds to the Smithsonian Institute, labeling them with scientific names, insisting that they are actual archeological finds. The really weird thing about these letters is that this guy really exists and does this in his spare time!

Paleoanthropology Division
Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Dear Sir:

Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled “211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull.”

We have given this specimen a careful and detailed examination, and regret to inform you that we disagree with your theory that it represents “conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago. “Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be the “Malibu Barbie”.

It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to it’s modern origin:

1. The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.

2. The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-hominids.

3. The dentition pattern evident on the “skull” is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the “ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams” you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time. This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:

A. The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
B. Clams don’t have teeth.

It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in it’s normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating’s notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results. Sadly, we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation’s Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name “Australopithecus spiff-arino.” Speaking personally, I, for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.

However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your back yard. We eagerly anticipate your trip to our nation’s capital that you proposed in your last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the “trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix” that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.

Yours in Science,

Harvey Rowe
Curator, Antiquities

Blonde and her job interview…

A Blonde airhead goes for a job interview in an office.
The interviewer starts with the basics.
“So, Miss, can you tell us your age, please?”

The blonde counts carefully on her fingers for half a minute before replying “Ehhhh… 22!”

The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice.
“And can you tell us your height, please?”

The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces “Five foot two!”

This isn’t looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something the interviewee won’t have to count, measure, or lookup.
“Just to confirm for our records, your name please?”

The airhead bobs her head from side to side for about ten seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying “MANDY!”

The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks –
“What in the world were you doing when I asked you your name?”

“Ohhhh, that!” replies the airhead…
” I was just running through that song –
‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear…’

Kids

One day a kid sitting on his porch played a game his
mom in the kitchen doing dishes watched as her son popped a M&M
in his mouth bit the cat and went down a step.
The mom said to her self “what the fuck is he doing “
The mom watched as the kid repeted this 4 or 5 times then a
little worried went out and asked “what the hell are you doing”
The kid looked at her and said
“I’am playin trucker poppin pills eating pusi and scotin on down
the road.”

Can’t See Me

A married man left work early on a Friday. Instead of going home, however, he squandered the entire weekend (and his paycheck) partying with the boys.When he finally returned home on Sunday night, he ran into a barrage of epithets from his furious wife. After a couple of hours of nagging and berating, his wife asked, “How would you like it if you didn’t see me for a couple of days?””That would suit me just fine” he replied.Monday went by, and the man didn’t see his wife. Tuesday and Wednesday came and went, with the same result. Come Thursday, the swelling had gone down a bit and he could see her, just a little, out of the corner of his left eye.