Premature

A man was having problems with premature ejaculation. This was affecting marital relations with his wife so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor what could he do to cure his problem.

In response the doctor said, “When you feel the urge to ejaculate, try startling yourself”.

One the way home the man went to a sports store and bought himself a starter pistol. All excited to try out this suggestion he runs home to his wife. When he gets home he is surprised and delighted to find his wife in bed, already naked. He’s so horney and keen to try out his new ‘system’ that he doesn’t think twice and leaps on board.

After a few minutes ‘slap and tickle’, they find themselves in the ’69’ position. Sure enough, only moments later the man feels the sudden urge to come. Following doctor’s orders, he grabs the starter pistol off the bedside table and fires it.

The next day, the man went back to the doctor. The doctor asked, “How did it go?”

The man answered, “Just great, asshole…when I fired the pistol my wife shit on my face, bit 3 inches off my dick and my neighbor came out of the closet naked with his hands in the air!”

Looking For Jean Paul

Two Poles, Markowski and Krachevski go to France on a pleasure trip. They meet this Frenchman called Jean Paul and become good pals. Jean Paul finds these two Poles some-what amusing and so he goes all out to make them happy. He treats them at pubs, bars, discotheques.

This goes on for a while until one fine day Jean Paul does not turn up. The Poles assume that some important work would have held him up and do not take a serious note of it. But, perhaps something was serious as Jean Paul does not turn up for next five days.

At this the Poles get alarmed and go to the police station to lodge a report. The inspector asks them to give details of the person who’s missing. The following conversation follows:

Markowski: Well, his name is Jean Paul.
Inspector: It’s a very common name in France. Something more please.

Krachevski: Well, he is very tall.
Inspector: Most of the people in France are tall. Big deal.
Markowski: Well, he’s got blue eyes.

Inspector: Oh! no. Something more substantial.
Krachevski: I got it. This is slightly uncommon. I’m sure now you
shall be able to track him. You see, He’s got two holes in his ass.

Inspector: (shocked): Well, well, that’s curious. Are you sure?
Krachevski: Ya! Ya!

Inspector: Are you definitely sure that this very personal info you
have is CORRECT?
Krachevski: Most certainly.

Inspector (still skeptical): But how’re you so sure?
Krachevski: Simple. Whenever we used to go with him to the bar, everyone used to greet him as “Here comes Jean Paul with the two ass-holes!”

Realistic Nursery Rhymes

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.Jack fell down and broke his crown and now he’s dead.Hickory Dickory Dock,The mouse ran up the clock.The clock struck one,The mouse fell down,And he escaped with minor head injuries.Little Miss Muffet,Sat on her tuffet,Eating her curds and waye.A spider came down and sat on the groundAnd Miss Muffet squished him with a big ole’ frying pan.

Look Daddy

While I was driving my daughter home from kindergarten,
Melody Raye started trying to get me to look at the numerous
crayon drawings she’d made that day.

After trying to keep the car between the ditches while looking at the drawings, I told her I would look at the rest later because right now I
had to watch the road. She immediately put a drawing in front of my face and said, “You look, Daddy, I’ll watch the road for you.”

10 Things To Say When Called To The Office

1. “i’m gonna kill her”
2. “s***, they found the body”
3. “where’s my lawyer?”
4. “he’s still alive?”
5. “they’ve got nothing on me”
6. “i thought i got rid of the evidence”
7. “i told him to hide the body in the boiler, not the shed”
8. “f***”
9. “i didn’t do it”
10. “can they convict me on heresay?”

San Francisco

A naive young girl from a small town was visiting friends in San Francisco. She phoned her mom to let her know how she was getting along.

“Things are rather strange here. I see men who hold hands, kiss and hug each other. They’re called ‘gays’ or homosexuals. Even more surprising, there are women here who do the same things and they are referred to as ‘lesbians’. You probably won’t believe this, but some men here put their heads down on a woman’s private parts and do things with their tongues.”

“Good Lord,” her mom said, “what do they call them?”

“Well, after I caught my breath I called one of them PRECIOUS!”

The 3 girls names

There are 3 girls and a dad. One girl named Rose asked her dad “Why did you call me Rose?”
Dad replies: “When you were born a rose pedal fell on your head.”
The next girl named dandylion asked her dad “Why did you name me Dandylion?”
Dad replied:”Because when I looked out the window when you were born a saw a ton of Dandylions.”
Then the girl after that said to her dad “Daddy,why.” (with a retarted speech impediment voice)
Dad replied: “Shut up cement block.”

Thinkers Anonymous

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone – “to relax,” I told myself – but I knew it wasn’t true.

Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, “What is it exactly we are doing here?”

Things weren’t going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother’s. I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, ” I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don’t stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find another job.” This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with the boss.

“Honey,” I confessed, “I’ve been thinking…”

“I know you’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I want a divorce!”

“But Honey, surely it’s not that serious.”

“It is serious,” she said, lower lip aquiver. “You think as much as college professors, and college professors don’t make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won’t have any money!”

“That’s a faulty syllogism,” I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I’d had enough. “I’m going to the library,” I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors… they didn’t open. The library was closed. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. “Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?” it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was “Porky’s.” Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.

I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed… easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.

The Lord Provides

Old Mrs. Watkins awoke one spring morning to find that the river had flooded the entire first floor of her house. Looking out of her window, she saw that the water was still rising.

Two men passing by on a rowboat shouted up an invitation to row to safety with them. “No, thank you,” Mrs. Watkins replied. “The Lord will provide.” The men shrugged and rowed on.

By evening, the water level forced Mrs. Watkins to climb on top of the roof for safety. She was spotted by a man in a motorboat, who offered to pick her up. “Don’t trouble yourself,” she told him. “The Lord will provide.”

Pretty soon, Mrs. Watkins had to seek refuge atop the chimney. When a Red Cross cutter came by on patrol, she waved it on, shouting, “The Lord will provide.”

So the boat left, the water rose and the old woman drowned.

Dripping wet and thoroughly annoyed, she came through the pearly gates and demanded to speak to God. “What happened?” she cried.

“For cryin’ out loud, lady,” God said, “I sent three boats!”

The Parrots

A woman had two female parrots who were always yelling, “We’re prostitutes, wanna have a little fun?”

She was talking to her Preacher one day about this. He said he had two male parrots and all they did was read the Bible. He thought perhaps they would be a good influence on the two females. So they put the four parrots together.

So, the females yelled at the male parrots, “We’re prostitutes, wanna have a little fun?”

One male parrot said to the other, “Put the Bibles away! We’ve made it to heaven!”