The Dog's Tail H

Bert took his Saint Bernard to the vet.”Doctor,” he said sadly, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to cut off my dog’s tail.” The vet stepped back, “Bert, why should I do such a terrible thing?””Because my mother-in-law’s arriving tomorrow, and I don’t want anything to make her think she’s welcome.”

Addicted to the net

You know you are addicted to the Internet when…

You kiss your girlfriend’s home page.

Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to scroll from top to bottom.

Your eyeglasses have a web site burned in on them.

All your daydreaming is preoccupied with getting a faster connection to the net: 28.8…ISDN…cable modem…T1…T3.

And even your night dreams are in HTML.

You turn off your modem and get this awful empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.

You start introducing yourself as “Jim at I-I-Net dot net dot au

Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address in print or on TV, even though you’ve never had heart problems before.

You step out of your room and realize that your parents have moved and you don’t have a clue when it happened.

You turn on your intercom when leaving the room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.

Your wife drapes a blond wig over your monitor to remind you of what she looks like.

All of your friends have an @ in their names.

When looking at a pageful of someone else’s links, you notice all of them are already highlighted in purple.

Your dog has its own home page.

You can’t call your mother…she doesn’t have a modem.

You check your mail. It says “no new messages.” So you check it again.

Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in a box.

You code your homework in HTML and give your instructor the URL.

You don’t know the sex of three of your closest friends, because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.

Your husband tells you he’s had the beard for 2 months.

You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back to bed.

You tell the kids they can’t use the computer because “Daddy’s got work to do” and you don’t even have a job.

You buy a Captain Kirk chair with a built-in keyboard and mouse.

Your wife makes a new rule: “The computer cannot come to bed.”

You get a tatoo that says “This body best viewed with Netscape 2.01or higher.”

You never have to deal with busy signals when calling your ISP…because you never log off.

The last girl you picked up was only a jpeg.

You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.

Your wife says communication is important in a marriage…so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.

As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the “back” button.

A shave and a shine

A cowboy walked into a barber shop, sat on the barber’s chair, and said, “I’ll
have a shave and a shoe shine.”

The barber began to lather his face while a woman with the biggest, firmest,
most beautiful breasts that he had ever seen knelt down and began to shine his
shoes.

The cowboy said, “Young lady, you and I should go and spend some time in a
hotel room.”

She replied, “I’m married and my husband wouldn’t like that.”

The cowboy said, “Tell him you’re working overtime and I’ll pay you the
difference.”

She said, “You tell him. He is the one shaving you.”

Saint Peter

Saint Peter is standing in front of the pearly gates with a line of people waiting to be accepted or denied into heaven. “Okay, now you, what was your occupation?” Saint Peter asks the next man in line.

“Well, I was a salesperson.”

He responded. “Hmmm, how interesting, you may enter.”

The man enters. “Okay, what was your occupation?” Saint Peter asks the next man in line.

“Well, I was a church minister.” He responded.

“Okay could you stand in that other waiting line there please.” The minister complies to Saint Peter’s request hoping that this line wasn’t the line to hell.

“How about you, what was your occupation?”. He asked the next man in line.

“Well Mr. Peter, I was a taxi cab driver.” He responded.

“Okay, you may enter.” Saint Peter said.

“Wait a minute!” The minister screams after hearing that; “I was a minister teaching religion and HE WAS A TAXI CAB DRIVER! Why do I have to wait here and he can go in?!?”

“Ahh my child, that is simple.” Saint Peter explains his choice. “While you were preaching to your congregation, people slept. When he was driving, people were praying.”

First class blonde

A blonde bombshell walks into the airplane and sits in 1st Class and the stewardess asks her for her ticket…
The stewardess tells her that she only has a coach ticket. The blonde says, “I’m a cute looking blonde and I’m flying first class.”
The stewardess replies that she only has a coach seat to Atlanta….
The blonde then retorts, “I’m a cute blonde and I’m flying first class”.
Just then the captain happened by and asked what was happening….
The blonde tells him, “I’m a cute blonde and I’m flying first class….
The captain whispers in her ear…and the blonde gets up and jumps into a seat in the coach cabin…
The stewardess asks the captain what he said to get her to move so fast..
He replied, “I told her that 1st class is not going to Atlanta.”