Little Johnny returns from school after the weekend.”Now kids. Who wants to tell me what they got up to on the weekend?”asks the teacher.Little Johnny puts his hand up, but the teacher knows that Johnny can’t refrain from swearing, so she ignores him. Tina has her hand up so the teahcer says “Yes Tina. What did you do on the weekend?””Well Miss. I went over my fwends house, and we played Barbies and had midnight snacks and stuff”, replies Tina.”That sounds great,” replies the teacher.”Who else is going to tell me what they did on the weekend?”Little Johnny has his hand up.”No Johnny,” replies the teacher.”You swear to much.””Damn you,” says Johnny.The teacher sees that Sean has his hand up.”Yes Sean,” She says.”WHat did you do on the weekend?””Wellll miss,” he says.”I went to my Brothers and we played G.I. Joes and stuff.””Anybody else?” she asks. She sees that Johnny still has his hand up.”Okay Johnny,” she says.”As long as you promise not to swear.””ok.””Well tell the class what you did then,” says the teacher.”I went to my dads Miss,” he says.”So far so good,” says the teacher.”We went fishing,” Says Johnny.” and we found and caught some toads.””Sounds interesting.” Says the teacher.”Then we shoved fire-crackers up their arses.””RECTUM Johnny. RECTUM!” says the teacher.”RECTUM MISS?” Johnny yelled.”WE BLEW THE FUCK OUTTA THEM!”THE END
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Top 18 Things on a Y2K Survivalist’s To-Do List
18> Find grocery store receipt for 10,000 packets of ramen noodles.17> Apologize to neighbors about the tripwire incident; offer to replace dog.16> Take up pork & beans skeet shooting.15> Gather recipes for Spam, dehydrated potatoes, and crow.14> Cancel subscription to Stockpilers Quarterly, but keep the free can opener.13> Convert weapons back to semi-auto.12> Pitch “1000 Ideas for Wheat Gluten” to Martha Stewart’s people.11> Return 753 videos to Blockbuster.10> Water yard, one lousy gallon at a time. 9> Prepare for the dreaded but little-known “Arbor Day Bug.” 8> Shoot first — forget the damn questions. 7> Learn how to disarm a Claymore mine. 6> Laugh at all those losers out there fighting each other for scraps of food, and thank the Lord for the safety of the bunker, cut off from all connection with the outside world. 5> Find the bastard who sold me all that dehydrated water. 4> Curse God for pussing out on the wrath. 3> Convert my anti-Y2K-Bug tin-foil hat back into an anti-Katie-Couric-Mind-Control tin-foil hat. 2> Make sure the babes in the bunker still think we need to repopulate earth….and Topfive.com’s Number 1 Thing on a Y2K Survivalist’s To-Do List… 1> Make friends with the 6 billion other Y2K survivors.
Witches Brew
What do you call 13 witches in a hot tub?
A self cleaning coven!
What you do best!
This suave-looking Redneck, (ok, just pretend there is one) walks into a bar and sees a cute little rich girl who’s had too much to drink.
He says to her, “Hey, baby…whataya say we go back to your place and get it on! Lost in her drink, she replies – “Sure, why not!”
They get to her place, and she lies on the bed and says, “Ok, show me what you do best!”.
Without delay, the Redneck rips off his jacket, –
grabs her T.V., VCR, and purse and runs out the door!
Avoiding the Draft
Two military policemen were chasing a fleeing draftee from The military base.
The draftee ran into the courtyard of a convent where a nun was seated on a round bench beneath a tree quietly reading a book. He said to her “quick sister, please hide me I don’t want to be Drafted and the MP’s are chasing me!” She lifted up her skirts and said hide under my skirt.
The two policemen came By and asked if she had seen anyone. She replied “no”.
After they left she told the young boy to come out all was OK He said you have a nice set of legs for a nun! She replied if you reach up a little farther you’ll find a set of balls! I’m not going to be drafted either!
Math is turning bad
“Psst, c’mere,” said the shifty-eyed man wearing a long black trenchcoat, as he beckoned me off the rainy street into a damp dark alley. I followed.”What are you selling?” I asked.”Geometrical algebra drugs.””Huh!?””Geometry drugs. Ya got your uppers, your downers, your sidewaysers, your inside-outers…””Stop right there,” I interrupted. “I’ve never heard of inside-outers.””Oh, man, you’ll love ’em. Makes you feel like M.C. ever-lovin’ Escher on a particularly weird day.””Go on…””OK, your inside-outers, your arbitrary bilinear mappers, and here, heh, here are the best ones,” he said, pulling out a large clear bottle of orange pills.”What are those, then?” I asked.”Givens transformers. They’ll rotate you about more planes than you even knew existed.””Sounds gross. What about those bilinear mappers?””There’s a whole variety of them. Here’s one you’ll love — they call it ‘One Over Z’ on the street. Take one of these little bad boys and you’ll be on speaking terms with the Point at Infinity.”
Frente a un manicomio, a
Frente a un manicomio, a un tipo se le poncha una llanta de su auto. Muy enojado iba retrasado, se baja a cambiarla. Un interno del manicomio lo observa a trav�s de la reja, mientras maldice su suerte; al percatarse de eso, se enfurece a�n m�s. En un descuido, el individuo tira las tuercas a una alcantarilla.
“�Maldita sea! �Ahora qu� voy ha hacer? �C�mo pongo la llanta?”
El loco sigue curioseando y le pregunta al hombre:
“�Se le fueron las tuercas a la alcantarilla, verdad?”
“Pues s�, �qu� no ves? �Y ahora no s� c�mo hacerle, ya se me hizo muy tarde!”
“Oiga, se�or, �y cu�ntas tuercas tiene cada llanta?”
“Pues cuatro, �qu� no sabes?”
“Entonces, �por qu� no le quita una a cada llanta, as� todas quedan con tres?”
El sujeto, asombrado por el consejo que le dio el orate, se pone a quitar una tuerca a cada llanta, y as� soluciona su problema. Cuando ya est� listo para seguir su camino le agradece al chalado el consejo:
“Te agradezco mucho que me hayas dado tan buena idea; pero se ve que eres inteligente �por qu� entonces estas ah� adentro?”
“Ah, pues es que estoy aqu� por loco, no por pendejo”.
That’s not an attorney! — That’s God.
A judge of some thirty years passed away unexpectedly. Upon his passing he
as greeted by an angel who explained he was there to guide the judge to heaven.
The angel introduced himself and added, “and I must say it is truly an honor to
meet you.” As they slowly headed closer to the pearly gates the judge suddenly
stopped dead in his tracks and in no uncertain terms said, “Listen, I don’t care
how rare it is for someone of my stature to make it up here, but if there are
any attorneys in there, I’m not going in. I’m tired of them all. I’d rather
suffer an eternity in hell than argue with another minute with an attorney.”
Arriving at the pearly gates, and with much eyebrow raising by the
heavenly host, the judge was determined to be worthy to enter heaven. “One
moment, St. Peter,” said the judge as the gates to heaven swung open for him,
“just one thing, I’m tired of being around attorneys. I’ve been around them all
of my life. Are there any inside? Because if there are, the deal’s off and you
can just send me to hell right now!” “Certainly not!” cried St. Peter, “You’re
quite safe. There are no attorneys in here.” Feeling reassured, the judge
pressed on and through the pearly gates into heaven. The judge found heaven very
enjoyable until one day when all of a sudden a very elderly gentleman with a
long white beard, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase in one hand and a
handful of papers in the other pushed past him mumbling something about be late
for court. Enraged, the judge stormed back to St. Peter. “Hey! St. Peter!” cried
the judge, “You said there were no attorneys here.” “There aren’t,” stammered
St. Peter. “I bed to differ,” the angered judge promptly retorted, then pointing
to the elderly man, “What does that elderly guy over there look like to you?”
demanded the judge. “Oh my,” St. Peter said laughingly, “That’s not an attorney!
— That’s God. He just thinks he’s an attorney!”
Stranded in the desert!
One day a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette were riding in a car when it broke
down i the middle of a desert. The best thing they could do was try to walk
towards civilization. SO the redhead said, ” I’m going to bring food so when I
get hungry, I can eat some.” The brunette said, “I’m going to bring water so
when I get thirsty, I can drink some.” then, the blonde said, “I’m going to
bring the car door so when I get hot, I can roll down the window!”
Male Translations
“No, really, I’m OK to drive.”
–I’m wasted, and I am too embarrassed to have anybody see who I am going home
with.
“I’m not used to these darts.”
–I’m not used to throwing anything smaller than a pool cue when I am this
bombed.
“You get this one, next round is on me.”
–We won’t be here long enough to get another round.
“I’ll get this one, next one is on you.”
–Happy hour is about to end…now drafts are a dollar, but by the next round
they’ll be $4.50 a pop.
“Let�s get out of here.”
–I just dumped a half a pitcher of beer into that Harley guy’s helmet.
“Can I get a glass of white zinfandel?”
–I’m gay.
“Ever try a body shot?” (Male to female)
–I am even willing to drink tequila if it means that I get to lick you.
“I’ve had like 10 beers already.”
–I’ve only had 3 but need an excuse to behave this way.
“Who’s got the next round?”
–I haven’t bought a round in almost 3 years, but I am an expert at diverting
attention.
“Excuse Me.” (Male to female)
–I am going to grope you now.
“I’m out of here; I have to work in the morning.”
–I owe that guy who just walked in the door 100 bucks and have been avoiding
him since football season.
“What do you have on tap?”
–What’s cheap?
“Can I just get a glass of water?”
–It’s 6:00 am and I just stopped drinking 1/2 hour ago. Hell, I probably
dropped half of my paycheck in here last night, so it’s the least you can do for
me.
911 Operator
Two men were out in the woods hunting.
Suddenly, one of them clasped his chest, suffering from a heart attack.
Instantly, his friend whipped out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. When the operator came on, she heard a frantic voice say that his friend had just had a heart attack and died. Calmly, she replied that he should make sure that his friend was really dead. He said ok and asked her to hold. A few moments later, the operator heard a gunshot, followed by the man coming back on, confirming the death and asked what he had to do next.
What do you call two skunks in the 69 position?…
What do you call two skunks in the 69 position?
Oder Eaters.