Never Lie

Three wives are boasting to their husbands how they won a lot of money on
horse races:
– Easy! We’ve just added our bra numbers: 4, 3 and 4, bet on horse #11 and
won! Husbands went to the races, too.
– How many times do you love your wife a night?
– Two.
– Three.
– Four.
In the evening they came back home angry and said:
– We bet all our money on horse #9. And we lost!!! First was #3!
Moral: Never lie.

Few hairs

Little Johnny was eating breakfast one morning and got to thinking about things.

“Mommy, mommy, why has daddy got so few hairs on his head?” he asked his mother.

“He thinks a lot,” replied his mother, pleased with herself for coming up with a good answer to her husband’s baldness.

Or, she was until Johnny thought for a second and asked, “So why do you have so much hair?”

Submitted by calamjo
Edited by Curtis

War on Saddam

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering who
to invade next when his telephone rang.

“Hallo! Mr. Hussein,” a heavily-accented voice said.
“This is Yitzhak down in Tel Aviv, Israel. I am ringing to
inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!”

“Well, Yitzhak,” Saddam replied, “This is important
news! Tell me, how big is your army?”

“At this moment in time,” said Yitzhak after a
moment’s calculation, “there is me, my cousin Saul, my next-door
neighbor Shlomo, and the entire pinochle team from the deli —
that makes eight!”

Saddam sighed. “I must tell you, Yitzhak, that I have
1million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”

“Oy vey!”, said Yitzhak, “I’ll have to ring you back!”

Sure enough, the next day Yitzhak rang back. “Right,
Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire
some equipment!”

“And what equipment would that be, Yitzhak?” Saddam asked.

“Well, we have two combine harvesters, a bulldozer and
Goldberg’s tractor from the kibbutz.”

Once more Saddam sighed. “I must tell you, Yitzhak,
that I have 16 thousand tanks, 14 thousand armored personnel
carriers, and my army has increased to one and a half million
since we last spoke.”

“Really?!” said Yitzhak, “I’ll have to ring you back!”
Sure enough, Yitzhak rang again the next day. “Right, Mr.
Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves
airborne! We’ve modified Moshe’s ultralight with a couple of
rifles in the cockpit and the bridge team has joined us as
well!”

Saddam was silent for a minute, then sighed. “I must
tell you Yitzhak that I have 10 thousand bombers, 20 thousand
MIG-19 attack planes, my military complex is surrounded by
laser-uided surface-to-air missile sites, and since we last
spoke, my army has increased to two million.”

“Oy gevalt!”, said Yitzhak, “I’ll have to ring you back.”

Sure enough, Yitzhak called again the next day.
“Right, Mr Hussein, I am sorry to tell you that we have had to
call off the war.”

“I’m sorry to hear that” said Saddam. “Why the sudden change of
heart?”

“Well,” said Yitzhak, “We’ve all had a chat, and there’s no way
we can feed two million prisoners.

Employee Incentives?

A small company was on the edge of bankruptcy. The owner summoned his two-man sales force into his office.
“Things aren’t going too well, guys,” he announced grimly. “So to perk up sales I’m announcing a contest. The guy with the most sales gets a blow job.”

“What does the loser get?” asked one of the salesmen.

The owner looked at both men and said, “The loser gets to give it.”

University Oklahoma

One day my housework challenged husband decided to wash his sweatshirt.

Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, “What setting do I use on the washing machine?”

“It depends,” I replied. “What does it say on your shirt?”

He yelled back, “University of Oklahoma.”

And they say blondes are dumb…

African Roulette

The new American ambassador was being entertained by an African diplomat. They had spent the day discussing the progress the country had made with the Russians before kicking them out. “They built us a power plant, an airport, and taught us how to drink vodka and play Russian roulette.”

The ambassador looked pained and said, “Russian roulette is a dangerous game.”

“Right, that’s why we invented African roulette, would you like to play?”

“I’m not sure, how does it work?” The African clapped his hands and six gorgeous black women, all nude, came wiggling in, the diplomat explained, “Choose the one you want to give you oral sex.”

“That’s a lot better and less risky than Russian routlette…”

“Not when one of them is a cannibal.”

Ugly Faces

Finding one of her students making faces at others on the playground, Ms. Smith stopped to gently reprove the child.
Smiling sweetly, the Sunday School teacher said, “Bobby, when I was a child, I was told if that I made ugly faces, it would freeze and I would stay like that.”

Bobby looked up and replied, “Well, Ms Smith, you can’t say you weren’t warned.”

You Know You’re Puerto Rican If…

You Know You’re Puerto Rican If …

You’ve ever used your lips to point something out.

You’ve ever been hit with “chancletas”, “la correa”, or the cord
of “la plancha”.

You get really scared whenever someone mentions “El Cuuuuuco!!!”

You’ve gone to Titi’s house and passed through the “bead
curtain” in the living room.

You step into a house that has all those little figurines taking
up every inch of space on the TV and under the TV.

Your mother has a porcelain cat, dog, Buddha or elephant in her
living room.

Almost everyone you know is nicknamed “mira”.

You’ve eaten “esporsoda” with butter.

You have a perpetually drunk neighbor.

You know your mom is sneaking up on you because you can hear the
‘clack-clack’ of her “chancletas”.

Someone in you family is name “Maria”.

You have actually met several people named “Jesus”.

You treat fevers with “alcoholado”.

You know “Don Francisco” from “Sabado Gigante”.

You need a cup of coffee after every meal.

One of your aunts weighs over 300 pounds.

You have a delinquent cousin.

Your uncle owns more gold than the jewelry shop down the street.

You’ve sat in a two-passenger car with over seven people in it,
and there’s a person shouting “Subete que caben mas!”.

You put a big Puerto Rican flag on your car come June.

You’ve sung “Japi Beldei Two Yuuuu” more than you care to
remember.

You know at least four of your last names.

You scrunch up your nose to ask a silent “que ?”.

You’ve ever left grass out for the camels on the night of Jan.
6th., instead of leaving milk and cookies for Santa Claus on
Christmas.

You remember Ricky Martin as the little one from Menudo.

You were raised on Goya products (Si es Goya, tiene que ser
bueno).

You consider the bad luck day to be “Tuesday” (not Friday the
13th).

You ever wished El Chapulin Colorado would come and save you.

You’ve dropped food on the floor, picked it up, and eaten it
after saying “lo que no mata engorda”.

Your sofa or rug is covered in plastic.

You start clapping when your plane hits the runway.

Your cousins have “original” names, like a blend of their
parent’s names (ViMari = Victor + Maria)

Your mother, tia, or hermana’s hair is black cherry, “sun in”
red, or a burgundy that would make Celia Cruz jealous.

You go to a wedding or Quinceanera party, gossip about how bad
the food is, but take a plate to go.

You can dance to merengue, cumbia, or salsa without music.

You think Christina can beat Oprah any day.

You can get to your house blindfolded because the smell of
chuletas is SO strong.

Your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you to dinner
when you live in a one bedroom apartment.

Telenovenas have the status of holy ceremonies.

You think platanos are a whole separate food group.

You have a picture of “Cristo” in your house.

You think your name begins like this: “Ave Maria Purisima,
__________”.

You walk around saying “Chacho”, or “Chacha” or “Ay Bendito”.

Others tell you to stop screaming when you’re really talking.

You know someone who drives a “Cheby”.

You call all sneakers “tenis”.

All breakfast cereals are called “Con Fley”.

All tissue papers are called “Klinex”.

All brands of diapers are called “Pampel”.

A balanced meal consists of rice and beans and some kind of meat.

You know the difference between “Carolina Rice” and everything
else.

You appreciate the difference between “Agua de Florida” and
“Superior 70”.

You have a great uncle that had more than three wives.

You’ve put a penny on your forehead to stop a nosebleed.

Your mother has put a balled up piece of thread on your baby
cousin’s forehead to stop her hiccups.

The thought of eating fried pork intestines filled with blood
and rice reminds you of Christmas.

You have at least 30 cousins. At least!

You know how to drive an “estandar” or “estic chift” car.

You can tell the difference between “Cafe Crema” and “Bustelo”.

And last, but not least:

Your grandmother thinks Vick’s Vapor Rub is the miracle cure for
everything!