I once dated an apostrophe. Too possessive.
But at least I didn't contract anything.
But at least I didn't contract anything.
OK thats enough for you today....An elderly woman is with her dog and riding a city bus. The man next to her is eating a pickle. She asks him to throw it out because the smell of vinegar bothers her dog. He ignores her. So she grabs the pickle and throws it out the window. The man, in turn, throws her dog out the window.
At the next stop the dog runs up and guess what it is carrying in its mouth? A brick.
Too late, both jokes already deleted, but you needed to include the first part to appreciate the second. No joking.OK thats enough for you today....
Why were they deleted?Too late, both jokes already deleted, but you needed to include the first part to appreciate the second. No joking.
I deleted them because they were below standard, which you are well aware of.Why were they deleted?
I agreeI deleted them because they were below standard, which you are well aware of.
it's a terrible joke thread. they're all below standard.I deleted them because they were below standard, which you are well aware of.
In ancient times the Chinese would light ducks on fire and release them to fly at their enemies.
This was the first use of fire quackers in warfare.
tl;drA sailor awakes one morning at anchor to find a gorilla sitting in his spreaders. Not knowing what to do, he puts a PAN-PAN out on channel 16. Moments later comes a response:
“Gorilla Removal Service on 16, can we have your LAT/LON please?”
He gives his location, and within moments a bright orange 30' RIB with twin outboards roars into the anchorage – carefully slowing as it approaches, so as not to upset the simian in the rig. The sailor steps cautiously out of the companionway to tie the rib alongside. The gorilla watches.
After a quick introduction, and the painful “Yep, that's a gorilla,” the Gorilla Removal Technician (GRT) begins handing things up to the sailor from the RIB. First comes a 10 foot (3m) graphite pole. Next is a 12 gauge double-barrel shotgun, followed by an enormous set of handcuffs. Finally, the GRT hands up a bright orange crate with 'FRAGILE' and 'CAUTION' printed over every side, and climbs aboard himself.
The GRT opens the crate, and out steps a chihuahua. The small dog circles the crate twice, sits down, and stares up at the gorilla.
“OK, so here's the plan:” says the GRT. “I will climb up your mast, and poke at the ape with the pole. When he falls from the mast, this dog is highly trained to fearlessly go right for his groin. When the gorilla crosses his hands to protect himself, we clap on the handcuffs, and away we go!”
“Wow,” replies the sailor. “you must do this a lot!” Then he looks at the shotgun. “So what's this for?”
“Well, I need you to hold that. If I fall off of the mast before the gorilla, I need you to shoot that dog."
A sailor awakes one morning at anchor to find a gorilla sitting in his spreaders. Not knowing what to do, he puts a PAN-PAN out on channel 16. Moments later comes a response:
“Gorilla Removal Service on 16, can we have your LAT/LON please?”
He gives his location, and within moments a bright orange 30' RIB with twin outboards roars into the anchorage – carefully slowing as it approaches, so as not to upset the simian in the rig. The sailor steps cautiously out of the companionway to tie the rib alongside. The gorilla watches.
After a quick introduction, and the painful “Yep, that's a gorilla,” the Gorilla Removal Technician (GRT) begins handing things up to the sailor from the RIB. First comes a 10 foot (3m) graphite pole. Next is a 12 gauge double-barrel shotgun, followed by an enormous set of handcuffs. Finally, the GRT hands up a bright orange crate with 'FRAGILE' and 'CAUTION' printed over every side, and climbs aboard himself.
The GRT opens the crate, and out steps a chihuahua. The small dog circles the crate twice, sits down, and stares up at the gorilla.
“OK, so here's the plan:” says the GRT. “I will climb up your mast, and poke at the ape with the pole. When he falls from the mast, this dog is highly trained to fearlessly go right for his groin. When the gorilla crosses his hands to protect himself, we clap on the handcuffs, and away we go!”
“Wow,” replies the sailor. “you must do this a lot!” Then he looks at the shotgun. “So what's this for?”
“Well, I need you to hold that. If I fall off of the mast before the gorilla, I need you to shoot that dog."
Poor Puddles.A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said; "I'm sorry, your duck (Cuddles) has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed; "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead." replied the vet.
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around, and left the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.
As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table, and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.
He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.
A few minutes later he returned with a cat.
The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said; "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried; "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!?"
The vet shrugged; "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but... with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150.
What do you get when you throw a hand grenade into a French kitchen?
Linoleum blown apart.