There are three men around a fire, a cowboy a mexican and an
Indian. The Indian stands up and says, “We were once many but
now we are few.” The Mexican stands up and says, “We were once
few and now we are many.” Then the cowboy stands and says,
“That’s because we haven’t played cowboys and Mexicans yet.”
A tough old cowboy once counseled his grandson that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a little gunpowder on his oatmeal every morning.The grandson did this religiously and he lived to the age of 93. When he died, he left 14 children, 28 grandchildren, 35 great grandchildren and a fifteen foot hole in the wall of the crematorium.
Bob woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a
pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall
the events of the preceding evening. After a trip to the
bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife put some
coffee in front of him.
“Louise,” he moaned, “tell me what happened last night. Was it
as bad as I think?”
“Even worse,” she said, her voice oozing scorn. “You made a
complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonizing the
entire board of directors and you insulted the president of
the company, right to his face.”
“He’s an idiot,” Bob said. “Piss on him!” “You did,” came the
reply. “And he fired you.”
“Well, screw him!” said Bob. “I did. You’re back at work on Monday.”
A young guy is speeding across a bridge in his fancy sports car.
Sure enough, a cop with a radar gun is sitting on the other side
of the bridge. The cop pulls him over, then walks up to the
guy’s car and asks, “What’s the hurry?” The guy replies, “I’m
late for work, officer.” “What do you do?” “Well, I’m a rectum
stretcher.” “What? A rectum stretcher?” The guy explains, “Yeah.
I start with a finger, then work my way up to two fingers…
eventually I get a hand in, then both hands, and I slowly
stretch it until it’s about six feet wide.” The curious cop
asks, “What do you do with a six-foot asshole?” The guy answers,
“Well, you give him a radar gun and park him at the end of a
bridge.”
There was this little guy sitting in a bar, drinking, minding his own business when all of a sudden this great big guy comes in and –WHACK!! — knocks him clean off the bar stool and onto the floor. The big guy says, ”That was a karate chop from Korea.”
The little guy thinks ”GEEZ,” but he gets back up on the stool and starts drinking again when all of a sudden –WHACK– the big guy knocks him down AGAIN and says, ”That was a judo chop from Japan.”
So the little guy has had enough of this… He gets up, brushes himself off and quietly leaves. The little guy is gone for an hour or so when he returned. Without saying a word, he walks up behind the big idiot and –Bong!!!– bangs the big guy off his stool, knocking him out cold!!!
The little guy looks at the bartender and says, ”When he comes to, tell him that was a crowbar from Sears.”
A woman approaches her priest and tells him, ‘Father, I have a problem. I have two talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”What do they say?’ the priest inquires.’They only know how to say, “Hi, we’re prostitutes. Want to have some fun?””That’s terrible,’ the priest exclaims, ‘but I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots that I taught to pray and recite the Bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship.”Thank you,’ the woman responds.The next day the woman brings her female parrots to the priest’s house. His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The woman puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots. Immediately, the female parrots say, ‘Hi, we’re prostitutes, want to have some fun? One of the male parrots looks over at the other male parrot and says, ‘Put the beads away, our prayers have been answered.’
Two Texas rednecks are out hunting, and as they are walking along, they come upon a huge hole in the ground.
They approach it and are amazed at the size of it.
The first hunter says, “Wow, that’s some hole; I can’t even see the bottom.
I wonder how deep it is!”
The second hunter says, “I don’t know. Let’s throw somethin’ down there,
listen and see how long it takes to hit bottom.”
The first hunter says, “Hey, there’s an old automobile transmission over
there. Give me a hand, we’ll throw it in and see.”
So they pick it up and carry it over and count one, two, three and heave it
into the hole. They are standing there listening, looking over the edge, when they hear a rustling behind them. As they turn around, they see a goat come crashing through the underbrush, run up to the hole and, without hesitation, jump in headfirst. While they are standing there staring at each other in amazement, peering into the hole, trying to figure out what that was all about, an old farmer saunters up.
“Say there,” says the farmer, “you fellers didn’t happen to see my goat around here anywhere, did you?”
The first hunter says, “Funny you should ask, but we were just standing here minute ago and a goat came running out of the bushes doin’ bout a hunnerd miles an hour and jumped headfirst into this here hole!”
The old farmer said, “Naw, that’s impossible! I had him chained to a transmission.”