A drunk stumbles
along a baptismal service on Sunday
afternoon down by the river. He proceeds to walk into the water and
stand next to the preacher.
The minister notices the old drunk
and says, "Mister, are you ready to
find Jesus?" The drunk looks back and says, "Yes, preacher, I sure am."
The
minister dunks the fellow under the
water and pulls him right back up.
"Have you found Jesus?" the preacher asks. "Nooo, I didn't!" said the
drunk. The
preacher then dunks him under for
quite a bit longer, brings him up,
and says, "Now, brother, have you found Jesus?" "Noooo, I have not,
reverend."
The preacher, in disgust, holds the
man under for at least 30 seconds
this time, brings him out of the water, and says in a harsh tone, "My
God, man,
have you found Jesus yet?" The old
drunk wipes his eyes and says to the
preacher, "Are you sure this is where he fell in?"
John was talking to his friend in school. My father does not know
whether to buy a bicycle or a cow. Susan tried to give some advice.
'Your father would
look silly riding a cow' 'And he would look sillier milking a bicycle'
replied John.
A woman's husband dies. He had $20,000 to his name. After everything is
done at the funeral home and cemetery, she tells her closest friend
that there is
no money left. The friend says, "How can that be? You told me he had
$20,000 a few days before he died. How could you be broke?" The widow
says, "Well,
the funeral cost me $6,500. And of course, I had to make the obligatory
donation for the church and the organist and all. That was $500, and I
spent
another $500 for the wake, food and drinks, you know. The rest went for
the memorial stone." The friend says, "$12,500 for the memorial stone?
My stars,
how big was it?" The widow says, "Three carats!"
A blonde goes to a store's deodorant display and tells the clerk, "I
need to buy some deodorant for my husband." "Does he use the ball
kind?" inquired
the clerk. "No," replied the blonde, "The kind for under his arms."

Hand Job
A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which
reads: Cheese Sandwich $ 1.50 Chicken Sandwich $ 2.50 Hand Job $10.00
Checking
his
wallet he finds one single ten dollar bill. He walks up to the bar and
beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive blondes serving
drinks
to an eager-looking group of men. "Yes?" she inquires with a knowing
smile, "Can I help you?" "I was wondering", whispers the man, "are you
the one
who
gives the hand-jobs?" "Yes", she purrs, "indeed I am!" The man replies
"Well go wash your hands, I want a cheese sandwich!"

If men and women
swapped genitals:
Top ten things men would do if they woke up and had a vagina for a day:
10. Immediately go shopping for zucchini and cucumbers.
9. Squat over a hand-held mirror for an hour and a half.
8. See if they could finally do the splits.
7. See if it's truly possible to launch a ping pong ball 20 feet.
6. Cross their legs without rearranging their crotch.
5. Get picked up in a bar in less than 10 minutes...BEFORE closing time.
4. Have consecutive multiple orgasms and still be ready for more
without
sleeping first.
3. Go to the gynecologist for a pelvic exam and ask to have it recorded
on
video.
2. Sit on the edge of the bed and pray for breasts too.
And, the NUMBER ONE thing men would do if they woke up with a vagina...
1. Finally find that damned G-spot.
Top ten things women would do if they woke up and had a penis for a day:
10. Get ahead faster in the corporate world.
9. Get a blow job.
8. Find out what is so fascinating about beating the meat.
7. Pee standing up while talking to other men at a urinal.
6. Determine WHY you can't hit the bowl consistently.
5. Find out what it's like to be on the other end of a surging orgasm.
4. Touch yourself in public without thought as to how improper it may
seem.
3. Jump up and down naked with an erection to see if it feels as funny
as it
looks.
2. Understand the scientific reason for the light refraction which
occurs
between a man's eyes and the ruler situated next to his member which
causes
two inches to be added to the final measurement.
And, the NUMBER ONE thing women would do if they woke up with a penis...
1. Repeat number 9.

Memo To All
Employees:
Dear Employee:
As a result of the reduction of money budgeted for department areas, we
are forced to cut down on our number of personnel. Under this plan,
older
employees will be asked to take early retirement, thus permitting the
retention of younger people who represent our future. Therefore, a
program
to phase out older personnel by the end of the current fiscal year, via
retirement, will be placed into effect immediately. This program will
be
known as SLAP (Sever Late-Aged Personnel). Employees who are SLAPPED
will be given the opportunity to look for jobs outside the company.
SLAPPED
employees can request a review of their employment records before
actual retirement takes place. This review phase of the program is
called SCREW.
SCREW (Survey of Capabilities of Retired Early Workers). All employees
who have been SLAPPED and SCREWED may file an appeal with upper
management. This appeal is called SHAFT (Study by Higher Authority
Following Termination). Under the terms of the new policy, an employee
may be SLAPPED once, SCREWED twice, but may be SHAFTED as many times as
the company deems appropriate. If an employee follows the above
procedure, he/she will be entitled to get: HERPES (Half Earnings for
Retired Personnel's Early Severance) or CLAP (Combined Lump sum
Assistance Payment). As HERPES and CLAP are considered benefit plans,
any employee who has received HERPES or CLAP will no longer be SLAPPED
or SCREWED by the company. Management wishes to assure the younger
employees who remain on board that the company will continue its policy
of training employees through our: Special High Intensity Training
(SHIT). We take pride in the amount of SHIT our employees receive. We
have given our employees more SHIT than any company in this area. If
any employee
feels they do not receive enough SHIT on the job, see your immediate
supervisor. Your supervisor is specially trained to make sure you
receive all the SHIT you can stand.
And, once again, thanks for all your years of service with us.

Alcohol
Warnings!
Due to increasing products liability litigation alcohol
manufacturers
have accepted the Medical Association's suggestion that the following
warning labels be placed immediately on all alcohol containers:
WARNING!
Consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you
are not.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a wanker.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over
and over again until your friends want to SMASH YOUR HEAD IN.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may cause you to shay shings like thish.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are
really dying for you to telephone them at 4 in the morning.
<>
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened
to your trousers.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may think you can converse logically with
members of the opposite sex without spitting.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may make you think you have mystical Kung Fu
powers.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may cause you to roll over in the morning and
see something really scary (whose species or name you cannot remember).
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns
on the forehead.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher,
more handsome and smarter than some really, really big guy named Dave.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe fat, ugly people are
slim and attractive.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may lead to traffic signs and cones appearing in
your home.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that people are laughing
WITH you.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may cause an influx in the time-space continuum,
whereby small (and sometimes large) gaps of time seem to literally
disappear.
WARNING !
Consumption of alcohol may actually cause pregnancy.

Last
year at Christmas time, Jane's mom
went to her sister's house for the traditional holiday feast.
Knowing how gullible her sister is, Jane's mom decided to play a trick.
She told her
sister that she needed something from the store and asked if her sister
wouldn't
mind going out to get it.
When her sister left the house, Jane's mom took the turkey out of the
oven,
removed
the mixed stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the
turkey...
then re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back into
the
oven.
When it was time for dinner, her sister pulled the turkey out of the
oven and
proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something,
she
reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, Jane's mother exclaimed,
"Maggie,
you've
cooked a pregnant bird!"
At the reality of this horrifying news, her sister started to cry
hysterically.
It took the entire family almost two hours to convince her that turkeys
lay eggs!
Yes, she is a BLONDE!

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There is a factory in Northern
Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys.
The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms. Well,
Lena is
hired at The Tickle
Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 0800.
The next day at 0845 there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door.
The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new
employee.
He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing
up, putting
the entire production line behind schedule. The Personnel Manager
decides he
should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory
floor.
When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me
Elmos all over
the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end
of the line stands
Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmos. She has a roll
of plush red
fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The 2 men watch in
amazement as she
cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins
to carefully sew
the little package between Elmo's legs. The Personnel Manager bursts
into laughter.
After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and
approaches Lena.
"I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, but I
think you
misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday........
"Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles". |

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A lady about 8 months
pregnant got on a
bus. She noticed the man opposite her was smiling at her. She immediately moved to another
seat. This time the smile turned into
a grin, so she moved
again. The man seemed more amused. When
on the fourth move, the man burst out laughing, she
complained to the driver and he had the man arrested.
The case came up in court. The
judge
asked the man (about
20 years old) what he had to say for himself. The man replied, "Well
your
Honor, it was like this: When the lady got on the bus, I couldn't help
but
notice her condition. She sat under a
sweets sign that said, "The Double
Mint Twins are coming!" and I grinned.
Then she moved and sat under a sign that said, "Logan's Liniment
will
reduce the swelling", and I had to smile. Then
she placed herself under a deodorant sign that said,
"William's Big Stick Did the Trick", and I could hardly contain
myself.
BUT, your Honor, when she
moved the fourth time and sat
under a sign that said, "Goodyear Rubber
could have prevented this
Accident"... I just lost it."

Retiring Priest
A
priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the
parish.
A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to
make
the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner.
He was delayed, so the priest decided to say his
own few
words while they waited. "I got my first impression of the parish from
the
first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a
terrible
place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had
stolen
a television set and, when stopped by the police, had almost murdered
the
officer. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his place
of
business, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and
given VD
to his sister. I was appalled. But as the days went on, I knew that my
people
were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of
good
and loving people."
Just as the priest finished his talk, the
politician
arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and give
his
talk. "I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived,"
said the politician. "In fact, I had the honor of being the first
person
to go to him in confession."

The Atheist and
the Bear
An
atheist was taking a walk through
the woods. What
majestic trees! What
powerful rivers! What
beautiful animals!" he said to himself.
As
he was walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes behind
him. He turned to look. He saw a 8 foot Alaskan grizzly charge
towards
him. He ran
as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder and saw that
the bear was closing in on him. He looked over his shoulder
again,
and the bear was even closer. He tripped and fell on the ground. He
rolled over to pick
himself up but saw the bear right on top of him, reaching for
him
with his left paw and raising his right paw to strike him. At that
instant the Atheist cried out: "Oh my God!..."
Time
stopped. The bear
froze. The
forest was silent. As a
bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky: "You
deny my existence for all of these years, teach others I don't exist,
and even credit creation to a cosmic accident. Do you expect me to help
you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a believer?"
The
atheist looked directly into the light, "It would be hypocritical of me to
suddenly ask You to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps
could you make
the BEAR a Christian?"
Very
well," said the voice. The
light went out.The sounds of the forest resumed. And then the
bear dropped
his right paw, brought both paws together and bowed his head and
spoke:"Lord,
bless this food, which I am about to receive from thy bounty
through Christ our Lord, Amen.

Why Women Are
Crabby.....
We
started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find
that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds
hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously
uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would
snap until we had calluses on our
backs. Next, we
get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those
budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had
to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed
cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of
passage (premarital or
not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as
having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it
right and didn't end up with his little
cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was
about.
Then
it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and
water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over
Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we
learned to live
with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards
night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's
Baby.
Our
once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a
watermelon whole and we peed our pants every time we sneezed. When the
big moment arrived, the dam in our
blessed
Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we
had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way
to the ER.
Then
it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB
says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and
push. Just one more good
push (more
like
10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %*#!*
(and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,
mushroom-headed 10lb
bowling
ball through a keyhole. <>
After that,
it was time to raise those angels
only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little
darlings morphed into walking,
jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then
come their "Teen Years."
Need I say more? When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our
voracious sexual prime in our 30's - while hubby had his
somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we
progress into the grand finale: "The
Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and
chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether
Regions, or, sweat like a hog in
July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off
anything that moves.
Now,
you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful
than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake:
Being able to pee in the woods
without
soaking their socks...
So,
while I love being a woman,
"Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the
"weaker sex"? Yeah right. BITE
ME!

Getting Old?
REMEMBER
WHEN YOU WERE A KID AND YOUR PARENTS LINED YOU UP AGAINST A DOOR FRAME
TO MARK
HOW TALL YOU WERE AND DATED THE MARK?
WELL
THIS CARTOON BRINGS A WHOLE NEW PERSPECTIVE TO THAT EXERCISE.
Seven Types of Sex
The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex. This kind of sex
happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are
blue in
the face.
The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex. This is when you have been
with
your partner for a short time and you are so horny you will have sex
anywhere,
even in the kitchen.
The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex. This is when you have been
with
your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you
usually have
sex only in your bedroom.
The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex. This is when you have been
with
your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you
both say
"screw you".
The 5th kind of sex is called: Courtroom Sex. This is when you cannot
stand
your wife/Hubby any more. She/He takes you to court and screws
you in front of everyone.
The 6th kind is called Religious Sex, which means you get Nun in the
morning,
Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night.
OOPS. Don't forget the 7th kind of sex - Social Security Sex. You get a
little
each month. But not enough to live on!