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The Drnk, lil Jonny, and Alcoholic Nun

PUSSIESThis man is sitting in a bar and notices two lovely women across the way. He calls the bartender over and says, “I’d like to buy those two ladies a drink.”The bartender replies, “It won’t do you any good.”

The man, with a confused look on his face says, “It doesn”t matter, I want to buy those women a drink.”

The bartender delivers the drinks to the ladies and the ladies acknowledge the drink with a nod of their heads. About a half-hour later, the man approaches the women and says, “I’d like to buy you two another drink.”

The women both reply, “It won’t do you any good.”

The man says, “I don’t understand. What do you mean it won’t do me any good?”

The first lady says, “We’re lesbians.”

The man replies, “Lesbians? What are lesbians?”

The second woman replies, “Lesbians… We like to lick pussies.”

The man says, “Bartender, three beers for us lesbians.”

Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher picked him to answer a question, “Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun, how many would be left?”“None,” replied Johnny, “cause the rest would fly away.”“Well, the answer is four,” said the teacher, “but I like the way you’re thinking.”

Little Johnny says, “I have a question for you. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one was licking her cone, the second was biting her cone and the third was sucking her cone, which one is married?”

“Well,” said the teacher nervously, “I guess the one sucking the cone.”

“No,” said Little Johnny, “the one with the wedding ring on her finger, but I like the way you’re thinking.”

Alcoholic NunSister Mary Katherine lived in a convent, a block away from Jack’s liquor store. One day, in walked Sister Mary Katherine and she said, “Oh Jack, give me a pint o’ the brandy.”
“Sister Mary Katherine, ” exclaimed Jack, “I could never do that! I’ve never sold alcohol to a nun in my life!”
“Oh Jack, ” she responded, “it’s only for the Mother Superior.” Her voice dropped. “It helps her constipation, you know.”So, Jack sold her the brandy. Later that night Jack closed the store and walked home. As he passed the convent, who should he see but Sister Mary Katherine; and she was snookered. She was singing and dancing, whirling around and flapping her arms like a bird, right there on the sidewalk. A crowd was gathering, so Jack pushed through and exclaimed, “Sister Mary Katherine! For shame! You told me this was for the Mother Superior’s constipation!”

Sister Mary Katherine didn’t miss a beat as she replied: “And so it is, me lad, so it is. When she sees me, she’s going to shit!”

Be careful what you wish for…lol

Wow!!

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A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. The waitress asks for their orders. The man says, “A hamburger, fries and a coke,” and turns to the ostrich, “What’s yours?”

“I’ll have the same,” says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order. “That will be $9.40 please,” she says and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

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The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, “A hamburger, fries, and a coke.”

The ostrich says, “I’ll have the same.”

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again later in the week.

“The usual?” asks the waitress.

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“No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato, and salad,” says the man.

“Same,” says the ostrich.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, “That will be $32.62.”

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.

The waitress can’t hold back her curiosity any longer. “Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change out of your pocket every time?”

“Well,” says the man, “several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.”

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“That’s brilliant!” says the waitress. “Most people would wish for a million dollars or something, but you’ll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!”

“That’s right. Whether it’s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,” says the man.

The waitress asks, “But what’s with the ostrich?”

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The man sighs and answers, “My second wish was for a tall chick with a big ass and long legs who agrees with everything I say.”

Manners & Etiquette Class

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During a good manners and etiquette class, the teacher says to her students, “If you were courting a well educated young girl from a prominent family, and during a dinner for two you needed to go to the toilet, what would you say to her?”

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Mike replies, “Wait a minute, I’m going for a piss.” The teacher says, “That would be very rude and improper on your part.”

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Johnny replied, “I’m sorry I need to go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a minute.”

The teacher says, “That’s much better but to mention the word “toilet” during a meal, is unpleasant.

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So Charlie says, “My dear, please excuse me for a moment. I have to go shake hands with a personal friend whom I hope to be able to introduce to you after dinner.” The teacher passed out.

 

Snoring was Not the Problem

By the time Willard pulled into a little town every hotel room was taken. He finally pulled up to the very last hotel and went into the office.

“You’ve got to have a room somewhere,” he pleaded. “Or just a bed – I don’t care where.”

“Well, I do have a double room with one occupant,” admitted the manager, “and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I’m not sure it’d be worth it to you.”

“No problem,” the tired travellers assured him. “I’ll take it.”

The next morning Willard came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

“How’d you sleep?” asked the manager.

“Never better.”

The manager was impressed. “No problem with the other guy snoring, then?”

“Nope, I shut him up in no time” said Willard.

“How’d you manage that?” asked the manager.

“He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room,” Willard explained. “I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek, said, ‘Goodnight, beautiful,’ and he sat up all night watching me.”

Mental Hospital

Image Jim and Mary were both patients in a Mental Hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sunk to the bottom &

stayed there. Mary promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.
When the medical director became aware of Mary’s heroic act he immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as he now considered her to be mentally stable.
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When he went to tell Mary the news he said, “Mary, I have good news & bad news.

Image The good news is you’re being discharged because since you were able to jump in and save the life of another patient, I think you’ve regained your senses.


The bad news is, Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he’s dead.” Image

Mary replied “He didn’t hang himself, I put him there to dry.”

Heavenly Rewards

Heavenly Rewards

Three guys died and when they got to the pearly gates, St. Peter met them there.

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St. Peter said, “I know that you guys are forgiven because you’re here. But before I let you into heaven, I have to ask you a couple of questions. Make sure you tell the truth because if you don’t, we’ll have to ask you to visit the beast below. Your answers will also determine what kind of car you will get. You have to have a car here in heaven because it is so huge!”

St. Peter asked the first man, “How long were you married?”

The guy replied, “24 years.”

St. Peter then asked, “Did you ever cheat on your wife?”

The guy said, “Yeah, about 10 times… but you said I was forgiven.”

Peter said, “Yes, but that’s not too good. Here’s a Pinto for you to drive.”

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The second guy got the same questions from Peter to which he replied, “I was married for 41 years and cheated on her only once, but that was during our first year and we worked it out. I was faithful thereafter.”

Peter said, “I’m pleased to hear that. Here’s a Mercedes SUV for you to drive.”

The third guy said, “Peter, I know what you’re going to ask. I was married for 63 years and didn’t even look at another woman! I treated my wife like a queen!”

Peter said, “Now that’s what I like to hear! Here’s a Jaguar for you to drive.”

A little while later, the two guys with the Mercedes and the Pinto saw the guy with the Jaguar crying on the golden sidewalk, so they went to see what was the matter. When they asked him what was wrong he tearfully said, “I just saw my wife and she was on a skateboard!”

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Funny Instructions

These are actual instruction labels on consumer goods…

On Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping.
(Gee, that’s the only time I have to work on my hair!)

On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(The shoplifter special!)

On a bar of Dial soap:
Directions: Use like regular soap.
(and that would be how?)

On some Swann frozen dinners:
Serving suggestion: Defrost.
(But it’s ‘just’ a suggestion!)

On Tesco’s Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
Do not turn upside down.
(Too late! you lose!)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
Product will be hot after heating.
(Are you sure? Let’s experiment.)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron:
Do not iron clothes on body.
(But wouldn’t that save more time?)(Whose body?)

On Boot’s Children’s cough medicine:
Do not drive car or operate machinery.
(We could do a lot to reduce the construction accidents if we just kept those 5 year olds off those fork lifts.)

On Nytol sleep aid:
Warning: may cause drowsiness.
(One would hope!)

On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(hmm…something must have gotten lost in the translation…)

On a string of Christmas lights:
For indoor or outdoor use only.
(As opposed to use in outer space.)

On a food processor:
Not to be used for the other use.
(Now I’m curious.)

On Sainsbury’s peanuts:
Warning: contains nuts.
(but no peas?)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
Instructions: open packet, eat nuts.
(somebody got paid big bucks to write this one…)

On a Swedish chainsaw:
Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.
(Raise your hand if you’ve tried this…)

On a child’s Superman costume:
Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.
(Oh go ahead! That’s right, destroy a universal childhood belief.)

This is the private diary of a Viagra housewife…

Day 1

Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.

Day 2

Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He’s impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn’t he tell me something I don’t know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven’t noticed.

Day 3

This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of Nelson’s Column and burst into tears.

Day 4

A miracle has happened! There’s a new drug on the market that will fix his ‘problem’. It’s called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.

Day 5

What absolute bliss!!

Day 6

Isn’t life wonderful but it’s difficult to write while he’s doing that.

Day 7

This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I’d like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to admit it’s very nice – I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

Day 8

I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker. I’m also getting a bit sore down there.

Day 9

No time to write. He might catch me.

Day 10

Okay, I admit it. I’m hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he’s washing the Viagra down with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over….

Day 11

I’m basically being screwed to death. It’s like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He’s a complete pig.

Day 12

I wish he was gay. I’ve stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has

become dangerous…

Day 13

Every time I shut my eyes, there’s a sneak attack! It’s like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that “Oops, sorry” thing again, I’ll kill the bastard.

Day 14

I’ve done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me!

Day 15

I think I’ll have to kill him. I’m starting to stick to everything I sit on. The cat and dog won’t go near him and our friends don’t come over any more. Last night I told him to go and screw himself and he did.

Day 16

The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.

Day 17

Switched the pills but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference…Christ! Here he comes again!

Day 18

He’s back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!
 

Why women take longer in the bathroom

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of
Women, so you smile politely and take your place.

Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every
Stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
Leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter.

The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s mom,
No
Doubt) is handy, but empty.

You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but
There isn’t – - so you carefully, but quickly,

Drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put
It on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume “The Stance.”

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.

You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the
Seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance.”

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
Discover to be the EMPTY toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mom’s voice saying, “Honey, if you had
Tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet
Paper!” Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the
One that’s still in your purse.

That would have to do.

You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than
Your thumbnail.

Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn’t work.

The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of
Your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of
The toilet. “OCCUPIED!” you scream, as you reach for the door dropping
Your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose
Your footing altogether, and slide down directly on the TOILET SEAT.

It is wet of course.

You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom
Has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the
Uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that
There was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because,
You’re certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat
Because, frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you
Could get.”

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so
Confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose
That somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto
The toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that
Point, you give up.

You are soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re
Exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket
And then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

Now, you can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic
Sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and
Walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to
Smile politely to them.

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet
Paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it into the woman’s hand and
Tell her warmly, “Here, you just might need this.”

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and
Left the men’s restroom.

Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging
Around your neck?”

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom
(REST??? – You’ve got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It
Also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to
The restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang
Onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.

EXCERPTS FROM DOG/CAT DIARY

Excerpt from a dog’s diary:

8:00 am – Dog Food!  My Favorite Thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My Favorite Thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park!  My Favorite Thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed & petted!  My Favorite Thing!

12:00 am – Lunch!  My Favorite Thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard!  My Favorite Thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail!  My Favorite Thing!

5:00 pm – Milk bones!  My Favorite Thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball!  My Favorite Thing!

8:00 pm – Wow!  Watched TV with the people! My Favorite Thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed!  My Favorite Thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary:

Day 683 of my captivity
My captors taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.  They dine
lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some
 sort of dry nuggets.  Although I make my contempt for the rations
perfectly  clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
strength.   The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  In
an attempt to  disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.  Today I
decapitated a mouse  and dropped it’s headless body at their feet.  I had
hoped this would strike  fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of.   However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a “good little  hunter” I am.  The
audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was
placed  in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I
could  hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my
confinement was due  to the power of “allergies.”  I must learn what this
means, and how to use  it to my advantage.  Today I was almost successful
in an attempt to  assassinate my tormentors by weaving around his feet
while he was walking.   I must try this again tomorrow – at the top of the
stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The  dog has special privileges.  He is regularly released – and seems to
be more  than willing to return.  He is obviously an idiot!  The bird has
got to be  an informant.  I observe him communicate with the guards
regularly.  I am  certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have
arranged protective  custody for him in an elevated cell, he is safe….for now.