Miramontes y Casimiro, dos amigos

Miramontes y Casimiro, dos amigos invidentes, se fueron de vacaciones. Al llegar al hotel pidieron una habitaci�n doble, con agua caliente, servicio al cuarto y toda la cosa. Por la noche decidieron tratar de dormir temprano. Al acostarse pregunta Casimiro:

“�Apagaste la luz, Miramontes?”

“”S�, s� la apagu�, pero y t� �por qu� encendiste ese f�sforo?”

“Pues para ver si hab�as apagado la luz”.

Closing sermon words

A preacher was completing a temperance sermon: with great expression he said, “If I had all the beer in the world, I’d take it and throw it into the river.”With even greater emphasis he said, “And if I had all the wine in the world, I’d take it and throw it into the river.”And then finally, he said, “And if I had all the whiskey in the world, I’d take it and throw it into the river.”He sat down. The song leader then stood very cautiously and announced with a smile, “For our closing song, let us sing Hymn # 365: “Shall We Gather at the River.”

Two Prostitutes

Two prostitutes in a van were driving through a small southern town displaying
a sign on the side of their van that read: TWO PROSTITUTES LOOKING FOR WORK.
When pulled over by the local police, they were told that it was illegal to
display such a sign on the side of their vehicle. About that time a van drives
by with the sign JESUS SAVES proudly displayed on its side.

“Well that van had a sign on its side and you didn’t stop them”, argued one of
the prostitutes to the police officer. “Well that was a religious sign and
that’s NOT illegal. You girls get out of town before morning”, yelled the
officer.

The next morning the same officer spotted the same van with the same two women
in it proudly driving down Main Street. Immediately pulling the van over, he
yelled, “I thought I told you two to get out of town before morning”

“But officer, we are not breaking any law now,” said one of the girls. Proudly
displayed on the side of their van was a sign that read, TWO ANGELS LOOKING FOR
PETER.

Friar florists

The friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise the funds.

Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, the rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair.

He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him.

He asked his mother to go and ask the friars to get out of the business. They ignored her too.

So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town, to “persuade” them to close.

Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he’d be back if they didn’t close shop!

Terrified, the friars did so, thereby proving that…

Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

Submitted by Clark Kent
Edited by Curtis

Smoking after sex

Two gals lived next door to each other, and, were good friends. Every morning, after their husbands left for work and the kids were off to school, they would just relax and have coffee together, smoking and talking.

One morning, one turned to the other and said, “do you smoke after you’ve had sex?”

The friend looked a bit blank for a minute then responded, “Don’t know, never looked!!!”

Season’s Beatings

There’s gotta be a better way to spend December. Let’s face it: once you’re
old enough to fall off of Santa’s “List”, Christmas loses some of its magic.
Actually, it loses all its magic and turns into a super-commercialized orgy of
over-eating, binge drinking, and familial Hell. But there isn’t any “bah,
humbug” here… no siree! We just think the venerable holiday could use some
fresh changes, nothing big… just a couple of twists here and there. Like a new
cover of “White Christmas” sung by Robert Downey Jr. perhaps, or maybe a Ninja
Santa, or instead of giving presents, give advice. That way everyone gives and
gets. So we kindly suggest that you enact some of these new traditions in your
celebration of this holiday season. * Decorate your fireplace, tree, and house
with long fatty strips of Christmas Bacon. * Fill a pair of galoshes with
cottage cheese and leave them by the door Christmas Eve. Check back in the
morning to look for Santa’s little curds-slathered footprints. * Get rid of your
Christmas Tree and invest in the new Yuletide rage… The Chia Christ! *
Decorate your nipples with frosting, sprinkles, and tinsel. * Attend Midnight
Mass and hoot “boo-yah” every time the priest mentions “the savior”. * Carve
stars in pumpkins, and hide painted eggs in your yard while dressed up like
Abraham Lincoln. When your neighbors ask you what you’re doing, respond, “I was
going to ask you freaks the same thing.” * Dress up like an elf, go to a
playground, and collect lunch money from kids to “pay for Santa’s chemotherapy”.
Buy a Christmas six pack with the proceeds. * Find out exactly how many cups of
spiked eggnog it takes to get sugarplums to dance in your head. * Eat Christmas
dinner at a soup kitchen in a suit and tie and complain loudly that the service
is lousy, the creamed corn is lumpy, and someone smells like “ripe ass”. *
Casually hang out at a mall dressed like Santa. When hurried parents ask you if
you’re the on-duty Santa, smile and say “No. I’m John Wayne Gacy”. * Get the
crap beaten out of you for showing the “Christmas Spirit” by hugging strangers
on the street. * Boil goat heads and festoon the outside of your house with
them. Suggest to neighbors that they do the same because the skulls “spook
flying reindeer”. * Tell your parents you’re bringing home someone special, and
then arrive with a life-sized Gingerbread Man. If you’re a man, tell your folks
you’re “gay for gingerbread”. If you’re a woman, tell them you have something
else “cooking in the oven”. * Make sure all your toy-sized nativity scenes come
with spring-loaded attack sheep, kung-fu grip wise men, and shepherds that
transform into robotic tarantulas. * Christmas Morning Happy Hour at Hooters,
6am ’til Noon.