Lady Golfer
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 21, 2008 | No Comments
I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women’s type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who worked at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, “I think I like playing with men’s balls.”
Guardian Angel
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 20, 2008 | 1 Comment
A man was walking in the street when he heard a voice. “Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you.” The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished.
He went on, and after awhile he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted: “Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you and you will die.” The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
“Where are you?” the man asked. “Who are you?”
“I am your guardian angel,” the voice answered.
“Oh yeah?” the man asked. “And where the hell were you when I got married?”
Hair Salon
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 19, 2008 | 1 Comment
I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, “How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?”
Discipline
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 18, 2008 | No Comments
It seems that Reagan and Gorbachev arranged a competition to determine whose nation had the bravest troops. The two leaders arrived, at the designated hour, on a plateau in Finland high above the water. Each was accompanied by a battalion of crack troops, smartly uniformed. The leaders shook hands.
Reagan went first. He addressed his battalion of Marines:
“Private Jones! Front and center.”
Private Jones saluted and briskly marched to the front of the ranks, facing his commander.
“Private Jones! March to the edge of the cliff.”
Private Jones saluted and briskly marched to the very edge of the cliff.
“Private Jones! Jump!”
Jones just stood there, unmoving.
“Private Jones! I said jump!”
The man’s knees started to shake, but he was otherwise motionless.
“Private Jones! This is your Commander-in-Chief. I ORDER YOU TO JUMP!!!” Private Jones wailed out: “I can’t! I have a wife–and a family!”
The MPs arrived and escorted Jones away for court martial. Reagan backed off in disgrace. It was now Gorbachev’s turn.
“Comrade Dmitrivich! Front and center.”
Comrade Dmitrivich saluted and briskly marched to the front of the ranks, facing his commander.
“Comrade Dmitrivich! March to the edge of the cliff.”
Dmitrivich saluted and briskly marched to the very edge of the cliff.
“Comrade Dmitrivich! Jump!”
Dmitrivich jumped off the cliff.
By some miracle, he is snagged on a branch and he lands on a crag some 50 feet below the top of the cliff. Dmitrivich is badly injured, but still alive and conscious. He is carried away on a stretcher.
As Dmitrivich is carried passed Private Jones, Jones cannot resist asking him:
“Dmitrivich! How could you do it? How could you jump?”
Dmitrivich answered: “I had to! I have a wife–and a family!”
Child Cursing
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 17, 2008 | No Comments
6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. “You know what?” says the 6 year old. “I think it’s about time we started cursing.” The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, “When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with ‘hell’ and you say something with ‘ass’.” The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, “Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios.”
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up,
and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, “You can just stay there until I let you out!” She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, “And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?”
“I don’t know,” he blubbers, “but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios!”
Shell
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 16, 2008 | No Comments
A old trucker park his parked his rig at a gas station overnight, and got the shock of his life when he woke up: It was a Shell station, and overnight the “S” blew off the sign!
Confessional Box
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 15, 2008 | No Comments
Drunk, Ole Mulvihill (From the Northern Irish Clan) staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but Ole just sits there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.
The drunk mumbles, ‘ain’t no use knockin, there’s no paper on this side either.
How was I born?
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 14, 2008 | No Comments
A little boy goes to his father and asks ‘Daddy, how was I born?’ The father answers, ‘Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:
You got Male!
Routine Checkup
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 13, 2008 | No Comments
A fifty-year-old woman went to the Dr.’s office for a routine checkup, and came back smiling.
“Oh, Honey! The Dr. said that I was in terrific shape! I had the smart, perky bust of a thirty-year-old!” she chirped.
Nonplussed, the husband said “Oh, and did he mention the fat, dumb, draggin’ fifty-year-old ass of yours?”
She simply smiled and said “Why, no, dear- your name never came up once…”
Twelve Year Old Scotch
Joke of the Day Posted on | July 12, 2008 | No Comments
A man walks into a bar and orders a 12-year-old scotch.
The bartender, believing that the customer will not be able to tell the difference, pours him a shot of the cheap 3-year-old house scotch that has been poured into an empty bottle of the good stuff.
The man takes a sip and spits the scotch out on the bar and reams the bartender. “This is the cheapest 3-year-old scotch you can buy. I’m not paying for it. Now, give me a good 12-year-old scotch.”
The bartender, now feeling a bit of a challenge, pours him a scotch of much better quality, 6-year-old scotch.
The man takes a sip and spits it out on the bar. “This is only 6-year-old scotch. I won’t pay for this, and I insist on, a good, 12-year-old scotch.”
The bartender finally relents and serves the man his best quality, 12-year-old scotch.
An old drunk from the end of the bar, who has witnessed the entire episode, walks down to the finicky scotch drinker and sets a glass down in front of him and asks, “What do you think of this?”
The scotch expert takes a sip, and in disgust, violently spits out the liquid yelling “Why, this tastes like piss,”
The old drunk replies, “That’s right, now tell me how old I am.”
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