Fishing Boat

A blind man is seeking employment at a lumber yard as a salesmen.
The manager who is interviewing the man tells him that he is more than qualified for the position other than the fact that in order to sell the lumber he would have to see it to know the size and kind of wood he was selling.

“No” replied the blind man, ” I do not have to see it, all I have to do is smell it”.He then asked the manager to test him on this by placing any size and type of lumber he wanted on his desk and without touching it he would identify it.

The manager agreed and placed a 8 Ft x 2in x 4 in piece of pine on his desk.

The blind man smelled it once and correctly indentified it as a 8 ft. x 2in x 4in piece of pine.

The manager then tested him with a 4ft x 4in x 4in piece of oak.

Immediately the blind man identified it as a 4ft x 4in x4in piece of oak.

Thinking he could trick the blind man, the manager got his secretary to strip and lay naked on the desk.

The blind man smelled her up and down, then up and down again. Scratching his head he said, “You almost fooled me, but that’s a shit house door off of a fishing boat.”

Driver in a Bar

There’s this guy on a bar, just looking at his drink.
He stays like that for half-an-hour.

Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink
from the guy, and just drinks it all down.

The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says: “Come on man, I was just
joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t see a man crying.”

“No, it’s not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep,
and I go late to my office. My boss, outraged, fires me. When I leave the
building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can do
nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my
wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away.

I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I
leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end
to my life, you show up and drink my poison . . .”

Blonde on a plane

There was this blonde who bought a coach ticket to go to Chicago. She boards the plane and sits in the first class area. The stewardess comes over and says “ma’am your ticket says coach you must move to the coach area”. The blonde says “I’m blonde beautiful and going to Chicago”. The stewardess says “you must move to the coach area”. The blonde says “I’m blonde beautiful and going to Chicago”. The stewardess goes over and gets the head stewardess. The head stewardess comes over and says “ma’am you must move to coach.” The blonde says “I’m blonde beautiful and going to Chicago”. The stewardesses look at each other and decide to go get the captain. The captain comes over and says” ma’am your ticket says coach you must move to the coach area”. The blonde says “I’m blonde beautiful and going to Chicago”. The captain shakes his head and bends down and whispers in her ear. All of a sudden she jumps up grabs her luggage and goes over to the coach area. The stewardesses look at each other and ask the captain “What did you say to her?” The captain says ” I told her first class wasn’t going to Chicago.”

Bin Ladin

These for people in a car were speeding at 95 miles per hour,
then 100, then 110!

they heard these sirens from behind so the went faster 112 miles
per hour, then 120 miles per hour! the coppers were still
chasing them, so they took a sidetrail and got away. The
policeman said they’ll be back.

Two hours later they found the car wrapped around a tree, but
there were only three in there now, so he went over there to
talk to them.

“Hey!, do you know how fast you were going on that freeway? well
tell me your names anyway.

the driver said “Bin Drinkin”, the other person in the front
said “Bin Smokin”, and they guy in the back said “Bin Screwin”
The policeman replied “weren’t there four of you in the car?”

“Yeah, He Ran off into the Woods somewhere hiding from you, He’s
name is Bin Ladin!”

Is Sex Work or Play?

A man wonders if having sex on the Sabbath is a sin because he is not sure
if sex is work or play. He asks a priest for his opinion on this question.

The priest says after consulting the Bible,” My son, after an exhaustive
search I am positive sex is work and is not permitted on Sundays.”

The man thinks: ” What does a priest know of sex?” He goes to minister…
a married man, experienced .. for the answer.

He queries the minister and receives the same reply.. Sex is work and not
for the Sabbath!

Not pleased with the reply, he seeks out the ultimate authority: a man of
thousands of years tradition and knowledge…A Rabbi.

The Rabbi ponders the question and states,”My son, sex is definitely play.”

The man replies,” Rabbi, how can you be so sure when so many others tell
me sex is work?!”

The Rabbi softly speaks,” If sex were work … my wife would have the maid
do it.

Funny Money

Here is an easy way to make money from the post office.

Buy an Helium filled floating party balloon and write your address on it.

Go to the post office and say you want to post the balloon.

Tie the balloon onto the weighing scale and ask for the postage cost.

The floating balloon will make the scale read below zero.

The post office would thus pay you money for posting it.

You don’t even have to carry the balloon home as the post office will deliver it to your address !

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Pedro est� de noche en

Pedro est� de noche en el cementerio. De pronto se le aparece un vampiro, y le dice: “Te agachas o te mueres”

Pedro se agacha, y al estar en posici�n, el vampiro se lo empieza a fornicar.

En eso se inicia un di�logo.

“C�mo te llamas?” pregunta el vampiro.

“Pedro.”

“�Eres casado?”

“S�, tengo tres hijos.”

“�Trabajas?”

“S�, de noche.”

“�Cuantos a�os tienes?”

“45.”

“�Ay, Pedro, est�s muy viejo para creer en vampiros!”

Una hermosa noche de diciembre,

Una hermosa noche de diciembre, en una de las bellas playas de Puerto Rico, estaba una pareja de novios, muy acaramelados, mirando el mar cuando, en eso, �l le dice a ella:

“Chica, d�jame tocarte el wiwichu”.

“�Est�s loco, mi negro! �C�mo crees?”

“Anda, chica, qu� no ves que es el tiempo perfecto. �D�jame tocarte el wiwichu!”

“�No, no te lo permitir�!”

“Anda, chica, es ahora o nunca, deja que te toque el wiwichu…”

“Bueno, mi amor, t�calo porque te quiero mucho”.

Entonces el muchacho agarra su guitarra y prosigue:

“�Wiwichu a merry Christmas, wiwichu a merry Christmas, wiwichu a merry Christmas and a japy niu yir!