The Top 16 Fatal Things to Say to Your Pregnant Wife (Part I)

16> “Not to imply anything, but I don’t think the kid weighs forty pounds.”

15> “Y’know, looking at her, you’d never guess that Pamela Lee had a baby!”

14> “I sure hope your thighs aren’t gonna stay that flabby forever!”

13> “Well, couldn’t they induce labor? The 25th is the Super Bowl.”

12> “Damn if you ain’t about five pounds away from a surprise visit from that Richard Simmons fella.”

11> “Fred at the office passed a stone the size of a pea. Boy, that’s gotta hurt.”

10> “Whoa! For a minute there, I thought I woke up next to Willard Scott!”

9> “I’m jealous! Why can’t men experience the joy of childbirth?”

8> “Are your ankles supposed to look like that?”

7> “Get your *own* ice cream, Buddha!”

6> “Geez, you’re awfully puffy looking today.”

5> “Got milk?”

4> “Maybe we should name the baby after my secretary, Tawney.”

3> “Man! That rose tattoo on your hip is the size of Madagascar!”

2> “Retaining water? Yeah, like the Hoover Dam retains water.”

1> “You don’t have the guts to pull the trigger, Lardass.”

Estaban tres amigos en un

Estaban tres amigos en un bar, entonces Manolo le dice a Venancio:

“Oye, compadre, pr�stame 1000 pesetas por favor, te juro que te las devuelvo ma�ana, si no lo hago me matas.”

“Est� bien, te las prestar�, pero si no me las devuelves te mato, en serio que te mato y aqu� est� el compadre Poncho de testigo.”

A la ma�ana siguiente estaban Poncho y Manolo en el mismo bar:

“Oye Poncho �qu� crees?”

“�Qu�?”

“No tengo dinero para pagarle a Venancio y ahora si me va a matar.”

Entonces llega Venancio al bar con un rifle:

“Manolo espero que me hayas traido mi dinero.”

Entonces Manolo le quita el rifle a Venancio y le dice:

“Lo siento Venancio pero no he conseguido el dinero para pagarte, as� que nos volveremos a ver en el m�s all�.”

Y PUN se mata Manolo. Pero Venancio no conforme exclama:

“�Ah no, �sta me las va a pagar Manolo en el m�s all�!”

Y PUN se mata Venancio. Y Poncho se queda pensando:

“Esta pelea no me la pierdo” y PUN…

Sisters of Mercy House of Prostitution

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway, when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye. It reads SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION – 10 MILES. He thinks it was just a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought. Soon, he sees another sign which says SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION – 5 MILES and realizes that these signs are for real. When he drives past a third sign saying SISTERS OF MERCY HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION NEXT RIGHT, his curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive.On the far side of the parking lot is a somber stone building with a small sign next to the door reading SISTERS OF MERCY. He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, “What may we do for you, my son?” He answers, “I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business.””Very well, my son. Please follow me.” He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door, and tells the man, “Please knock on this door”. He does as he is told and this door is answered by another nun in a long habit and holding a tin cup. This nun instructs, “Please place $50 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway.” He gets $50 out of his wallet and places it in the second nun’s cup. He trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him. As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign: GO IN PEACE, YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF MERCY.

The Sausage

One day a little cat was walking through the park when he came
across a pond. He peered into the pond and noticed that at the
bottom of the pond there was a little cocktail sausage. The cat
was feeling quite puckish so as the water wasn’t that deep he
reached in with his little paw and hooked the sausage out and
ate it.

The next day the cat was walking through the park again and he
peered into the pond again. There was another sausage but this
time it was a normal sized one so the cat reached in but this
time he had to put his whole arm into the pond. The cat hooked
the sausage out and ate it.

The next day the cat looked into the pond and found an enormous
Cumberland sausage at the bottom of the pond. It looked so
delicious but it was so deep that he had to actually put the
whole of his body into the pond to reach the sausage. He found
it very tasty.

The moral of the story is

The bigger the sausage – the wetter the pussy.

The Dean and the Phy

Dean, to the physics department.”Why do I always have to give you guys so much money, for laboratories and expensive equipment and stuff. Why couldn’t you be like the math department – all they need is money for pencils, paper and waste-paper baskets. Or even better, like the philosophy department. All they need are pencils and paper.”

In the Emergency Roo

A guy shows up at the emergency room with a golf club wrapped around his head.The doctor asks the guy how this came to be…”I was playing at that new course out in the country. Because of the only bad tee shot I’ve made in my life, my ball ended up in the cow pasture. While I was out there looking for it, some fat broad hit her ball into the same place.””So we’re both out there searching, and she’s swearing like she just invented it and beating the hell out of the forage with her club. I find a ball. She claims it’s hers, and we end up continuing to search for the other one while she bitches and I listen. Finally, I know I’ve looked everywhere except where some real cows are standing.””So I pick up the cows’ feet one by one, but there’s no ball under a cow. Now there’s only one other chance. I lift up the biggest cow’s tail, and sure as hell, there’s a golf ball! When I turned to the fat broad, the ball fell out. I pointed under the tail and said ‘Does that look like yours?'”

Twas the night before crisis

Twas the night before crisis,And all through the house,Not a program was working,Not even a browse.Programmers were wrung out,Too mindless to care,Knowing chances of cutoverHadn’t a prayer.The users were nestledAll snug in their beds,While visions of inquiriesDanced in their heads.When out in the lobbyThere arose such a clatter,That I sprang from my tubeTo see what was the matter.And what to my wonderingEyes should appear,But a Super Programmer,Oblivious to fear.More rapid than eagles,His programs they cameAnd he whistled and shoutedAnd called them by name.On Update! On Add!On Inquiry! On Delete!On Batch Jobs! On Closing!On Functions Complete!His eyes were glazed over,His fingers were lean,From weekends and nightsSpent in front of a screen.A wink of his eye,And a twist of his head,Soon gave me to knowI had nothing to dread.He spoke not a word,But went straight to his work,Turning specs into code,Then he turned with a jerk.And laying his fingersUpon the ENTER key,The system came up,And worked perfectly!The updates updated;The deletes they deleted;The inquiries inquired;And the closing completed.He tested each whistle,He tested each bell,With nary an abend,And all had gone well.The system was finished,The tests were concluded,The client’s last changesWere even included!And the client exclaimed,With a snarl and a taunt,”It’s just what I asked for,But it’s not what I want!”