Rover

A guy walks into a bar with his dog and says, “I’ll have a Scotch and water and my dog would like a whiskey sour.”
The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t allow animals in here.” The dog replies, “Hey, I’m tired of being discriminated against. Just give me a drink.”

The bartender says, “Oh, no, not another ventriloquist with the old talking dog trick. Both of you, get out of here!”

“No, no, no, this isn’t a trick, I promise you,” says the man, “I tell you what, I’ll go for a walk around the block and you talk to Rover here.”

The man leaves and the bartender sees him turn the corner. “Now, can I have my drink.” says the dog.

The bartender is amazed. “Sure you can and it’s on the house! Listen, can you do me a favor? My wife works next door at the cafe. It’ll make her day if you go in and order a cup of coffee. Here’s ten bucks and you can keep the change afterwards.”

“Okay.” says the dog and he takes the ten dollars and leaves.

Ten minutes go by and the dog doesn’t come back. The owner returns and asks where is the dog. So both of them go off to see what happened to the dog. As they approach the cafe, they see Rover going at it hot and heavy with a French poodle in the alley between the bar and cafe. The owner shouts, “Rover! What are you doing! You’ve never done this before!”

The dog shrugged. “Hell, I’ve never had any money before.”

Letter to the Railroad

Gentlemen: I have been riding trains daily for the last two years,
and the service on your line seems to be getting worse every day. I
am tired of standing in the aisle all the time on a 14-mile trip. I
think the transportation system is worse than that enjoyed by people
2,000 years ago.

Yours truly, A Commuter Dear Sir: We received your letter with
reference to the shortcomings of our service and believe you are
somewhat confused in your history. The only mode of transportation
2,000 years ago was by foot. Sincerely, The Railroad Gentlemen:
I am in receipt of your letter, and I think you are the ones who are
confused in your history. If you will refer to the Bible, Book of
David, 9th Chapter, you will find that Balaam rode to town on his
ass. That, gentlemen, is something I have not been able to do on
your train in the last two years.

Your truly, A Commuter

Macho man!

Typical “macho man” marries a typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, lays down the following rules:

“I’ll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want and I don’t expect any hassle from you!

I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you otherwise. I’ll go hunting, fishing, boozin, and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don’t you give me a hard time about it! Those are my rules…any comments?”

His new bride matter of factly says, “No, that’s fine with me.
Just understand one thing… there will be sex here at seven o’clock every night – whether you’re HOME or not!”

but i like the way you think

a boy stayed after school for a few tests one day. the teacher
ask him “i have something in my hand it is a fruit, it is red,
and it is round” the boys says oooooh i know it’s an apple the
teacher said no its a tomato but i like the way you think. the
next question came along and the teacher ask him i have
something in my hand it is long and yellow the boy says ooooh i
know it is a squash the teacher says no but i like the way you
think. this time the boy says i have a question for you. he
reaches into his pockets and puts his hands on his dick and rubs
it and says his question in a horny way “i have something in my
pocket, it is hard and it has a head on it” the teacher says “GO
TO THE OFFICE!” the boys says its a quarter but i like the way
you think.