Blonde Vs St. Peter

A blonde dies and arrives at the Pearly Gates, where she is greeted by St.
Peter.

“Welcome!” he says. “Because we are currently operating at 99%
capacity, we can only let a limited number of souls into heaven. Therefore, you
must answer my questions correctly to gain entrance.”

“Okay,” says the blonde.

“Here’s your question: name two days of the week that begin with the letter
T.”

“That’s easy. Today and tomorrow!”

“Well, that’s not the answer I was thinking of, but I’ll give you another
question. How many seconds are there in a year?”

“That’s easy. Twelve!”

“Twelve?”

“January second, February second, March second — “

“Okay, okay. I can see you misunderstood this question as well.
Well, Okay. I’ll give you one more chance. What’s God’s name?”

“That’s easy. Ollie !”

“Ollie ?”

“You know — ‘Our Father, who art in heaven, Ollie be thy name…

Q: How many Californians

Q: How many Californians does it take to screw in a lightbulb ?A: Six. One to screw it in, one for support, and four to share the experience. This joke was once overheard being told by a lecturer to a class of students during a lecture, in order to make a point about the fact that only one student was doing any work at the terminal while a whole bunch had crowded round to watch – sharing the experience of him doing the work.

The Unhappy Nun

The contemplative routine of the convent was being disrupted by the presence
of workmen converting the electrical service from overhead lines to buried
cable. mother superior called the electric company’s complaint department to ask
for help.

“The profanity these men use constantly is unsuitable for our community. you
must make them stop cursing so much.”, said the nun.

“Very well, sister. but you must make allowances for their habits. even when
they are trying to be tactful, they will still tend to call a spade a spade.”,
said the company spokeswoman.

Mother superior then observed, “i think the term they actually use is ‘f******
shovel!'”.

Still Celebrating!

The couple was dining out when the wife noticed a familiar face at the bar.

“Elliot,” she said, pointing “do you see that man downing bourbon at the bar?”

The husband looked over and nodded.

“Well,” the woman continued, “he’s been drinking like that for 10 years, ever since I jilted him!”

The husband returned to his meal. “Nonsense,” he said, “even that’s not worth so much celebrating!”