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An Irishman,an Englishman and a Scotsman are in a bar talking
about how stupid their wives are....
ENGLISHMAN: ''My wife must be the most stupid woman in the world.
There was a big sale at the supermarket and she bought $500 worth
of meat,and we don't even have a freezer....''
SCOTSMAN: ''That's nothing,my wife went out last week and bought a
new car for $30,000, and she can't even drive....''
IRISHMAN: ''You think that's stupid,I went home last week and my
wife told me she'd booked herself a two week holiday in Spain.I
watched her packing her case and she took a whole bunch of condoms
with her,and she doesn't even have a penis...''
WW WA PP ATR
A man traveling by plane was in urgent need of a rest room
facility, but each time he tried, it was occupied. The flight attendant,
aware of his predicament, suggested he use the attendants' LADIES
room, but cautioned him not to press any of the buttons. There next
to the paper roll were four buttons marked respectively:
WW WA PP ATR
Making the mistake soooo many men make of not listening to a woman, he
disregarded what she said when his curiosity got the best of him. He
carefully pressed the WW button and immediately a gentle flush of Warm
Water sprayed on his bare bottom. He thought, "Wow, these gals really
have it nice."
So, a little more boldly he pressed the WA button. Body temperature warm Air blew across his wet bottom and dried it comfortably. "Ah-hah", he
thought,
"no wonder these women take so long in the bathroom with these kind of
services!"
So he pushed the next button, PP, with anticipation. A soft disposable
Powder Puff swung below him and dusted his bottom lightly with talc.
Man, this is great, he thought as he reached out for the ATR button..."
When he awoke in the hospital, the morphine was just wearing off, so in
confusion, he buzzed the nurse to find out where he was and what had
happened. He explained the last thing he remembered was intense pain in
the ladies room on the plane.
The nurse explained, "Yes, you must have been having a great time until
you pushed the Automatic Tampon Removal button. By the way, your penis is
under your pillow."
SHE WAS SO BLONDE...
She thought TuPac Shakur was a Jewish holiday.
She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.
She thought a quarterback was a refund.
She tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order.
She thought Boyz II Men was a daycare center.
She thought Meow Mix was a record for cats.
Under "education" on her job application, she put "Hooked On Phonics".
She tried to drown a fish.
She tripped over a cordless phone.
She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said
"concentrate".
She put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.
She got stabbed in a shoot-out.
She told me to meet her at the corner of "WALK" and "DON'T WALK".
She sat on the TV and watched the couch.
She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.
If you gave her a penny for intelligence, you'd get change back.
They had to burn the school down to get her out of third grade.
She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.
At the bottom of the application where it says "sign here", she put
"Sagittarius".
She asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.
It takes her two hours to watch 60 Minutes.
If she spoke her mind, she'd probably be speechless.
She studied for a blood test - and failed.
She thought she needed a token to get on Soul Train.
She sold the car for gas money.
When she saw the "NC-17" (under 17 not admitted), she went home and got
16 friends.
When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.
She thinks Taco Bell is where you pay your phone bill.
When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.
She took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "Airport Left" she
turned around and went home.
Do you think Clinton got one of those???
Have fun and a nice day!
THE LETTER
After having been commissioned by God to take a survey of
how man was doing on Earth, St. Peter now stood before his
boss ready to present his findings. "Tell me, St. Peter, what
have you found out?" God asked. "I'm very sorry to have to
tell you this, but the people are behaving in a sinful manner.
There's drugs, alcohol, murders, you name it - a regular Sodom
and Gomorrah. But the worst is this new obsession with oral sex.
According to my survey, 88% of the population is doing it.
Even four out of five dentists recommend it! I'm afraid it has
reached epidemic proportions."
"Hmmm," God said thoughtfully, "Do you have any
recommendations as to what should be done to put
an end to this sexual perversion?"
"I think we should send a message to everyone on Earth
who engages in oral sex. The contents of that message
should tell them exactly what will happen to them on
judgment day if they do not stop this type of activity."
replied St. Peter.
"That is an effective solution," God stated, "but I think that
instead of punishing those who practice oral sex, we should
reward those who refrain from it. Let's send a letter that's
personally signed by me to each one of these good people.
Do you know what the letter said?
(scroll down to the very bottom of the page)
THE LITTLE OLD LADY AND THE BET
A little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day, carrying a
bag of money. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the
bank to open a savings account because, "It's a lot of money!"
After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her
into the president's office(the customer is always right!). The bank
president then asked her how much she would like to deposit.
She replied, "$165,000!" and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his
desk.
The president was of course curious as to how she came by all this
cash, so he asked her, "Ma'am, I'm surprised you're carrying so much cash
around.
Where did you get this money?" The old lady replied, "I make bets."
The president then asked, "Bets? What kind of bets?"
The old woman said, "Well, for example, I'll bet you $25,000 that
your balls are square."
"Ha!" laughed the president, "That's a stupid bet. You can never
win that kind of bet!"
The old lady challenged, "So, would you like to take my bet?"
"Sure," said the president, "I'll bet $25,000 that my balls are not
square!"
The little old lady then said, "Okay, but since there is a lot of
money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 am as a
witness?" "Sure!" replied the confident president.
That night, the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a
long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to
side, again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure
that there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would
win the bet.
The next morning, at precisely 10:00 am, the little old lady appeared with
her lawyer at the president's office. She introduced the lawyer to
the president and repeated the bet: "$25,000 says the president's balls
are square!"
The president agreed with the bet again and the old lady asked him
to drop his pants so they could all see. The president complied. The little
old lady peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them.
"Well, Okay," said the president, "$25,000 is a lot of money, so I
guess you should be absolutely sure."
Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head
against the wall.
The president asked the old lady, "What the hell's the matter with
your lawyer?"
She replied, "Nothing, except I bet him $100,000 that at 10:00am
today, I'd have The Bank of Canada's president's balls in my hand."
Jaja, ich wußte doch schon immer, daß die Ehe Gefahren birgt...
How much is that Barbie in the Window?...
Ralph was driving home one evening when he suddenly realizes that it's
his daughter's birthday and he hasn't bought her a present.
He drives to the mall, runs to the toy store and says to the shop
assistant, "How much is that Barbie in the window?"
In a condescending manner, she says "Which Barbie?" She continues,
"We have Barbie Goes to the Gym for $19.95, Barbie Goes to the Ball
for $19.95, Barbie Goes Shopping for $19.95, Barbie Goes to the Beach
for $19.95, Barbie Goes Nightclubbing for $19.95, and Divorced Barbie
for $265.00".
Ralph asks, "Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.00 when all the others
are only $19.95?"
"That's obvious" the sales lady says. "Divorced Barbie comes
with Ken's house, Ken's car, Ken's boat, Ken's furniture..."
THE LATE FINAL
The setting is Ohio State University about six or seven
years ago in a huge lecture hall (approximately 1000 students)
for a Calculus final. Apparently this particular calculus teacher
(unlike our beloved professor Anderson) wasn't very well liked.
He was one of those guys who would stand at the front of the class
and yell out how much time was remaining before the end of a test,
a real charmer. Since he was so busy gallivanting around the room
making sure that nobody cheated and that everyone was aware of how
much time they had left before their failure on the test was
complete, he had the students stack the completed tests on the
huge podium at the front of the room. This made for quite a mess,
remember there were 1000 students in the class.
Anyway, during this particular final, one guy entered the
test needing a decent grade to pass the class. His only problem
with Calculus was that he did poorly when rushed, and this ass
standing in the front of the room barking out how much time was
left before the tests had to be handed in didn't help him at all.
He figured he wanted to assure himself of a good grade, so he hardly
flinched when the professor said "pencils down and submit your
scantron sheets and work to piles at the front of the room".
Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into
forty...almost an hour after the test was "officially over", our
friend finally put down his pencil, gathered up his work, and headed
to the front of the hall to submit his final. The whole time, the
professor sat at the front of the room, strangely waiting for the
student to complete his exam.
"What do you think you're doing?" the professor asked as the
student stood in front of him about to put down his exam on one
of the neatly stacked piles of exams (the professor had plenty
of time to stack the mountain of papers while he waited) It
was clear that the professor had waited only to give the student
a hard time.
"Turning in my exam," retorted the student confidently.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," the professor gloated,
"Your exam is an hour late. You've FAILED it and, consequently,
I'll see you next term when you repeat my course."
The student smiled slyly and asked the professor "Do you know
who I am?"
"What?" replied the professor gruffly, annoyed that the student
showed no sign of emotion.
The student rephrased the question mockingly, "Do you know what
my name is?"
"NO", snarled the professor.
The student looked the professor dead in the eyes and said
slowly, "I didn't think so", as he lifted up one of the stacks half
way, shoved his test neatly into the center of the stack, let the
stack fall burying his test in the middle, turned around, and walked
casually out of the huge lecture hall.
Watch-out - a little vulgar...!
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Office Christmas party!
After the annual office Christmas party blowout, John woke up with a
pounding headache, cotton-mouthed, and utterly unable to recall the
events of the preceding evening.
After a trip to the bathroom he was able to make his way downstairs,
where his wife put some coffee in front of him.
"Louise," he moaned, "tell me what went on last night. Was it as bad
as I think?"
"Even worse," she assured him, voice dripping with scorn.
"You made a complete ass of yourself, succeeded in antagonizing the
entire board of directors, and insulted the president of the company
to his face."
"He's an asshole - piss on him."
"You did," Louise informed him. "And he fired you."
"Well, fuck him," said John.
"I did. You're back at work on Monday."
THE LETTER:
No? You didn't get one either, huh?
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