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Brave!

Posted on July 3rd, 2014 at 20:27 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Three generals, one from the Army, another from the Marines, and a third from the Air Force, were having a debate with a Navy Admiral about whose soldiers were the bravest.

To prove his point, the Air Force general calls over an airman. “Airman! Climb that flagpole, and once you are at the top, sing ‘Wild Blue Yonder’, and then jump off!” “YES SIR!” replies the airman. He takes off for the flagpole like a shot, scales up it, sings the anthem, salutes and jumps off, hitting the ground at attention.

The general dismisses him. “Now that’s bravery!” exclaims the general.

“Ah, that’s nothing” says the Admiral “Seaman!” A seaman appears “YES, SIR!!” “Take this weapon” as he offers him an M14 “Scale that flagpole, balance yourself on top, stand at attention, present arms, and sing ‘Anchors Aweigh.’ Salute each of us, and jump off. “YES SIR!” replies the seaman. He sprints for the flagpole with the weapon high over his head, and completes the task perfectly.

“Now that’s courage!” says the admiral.

“You want courage!?” snorts the Army general. “Get over here, private!” “YES SIR!” replies the private. “Put on full combat gear, load your rucksack with these rocks, scale that flagpole, come to attention, present arms, and sing the National Anthem, salute each of us, and then climb back down, head first”. “YES SIR!!” replies the private, and completes the task.

“Now that is a brave man! Beat that!!” They all look to the Marine. “Private” he says. “YES SIR!” “Put on full combat gear. Put these two dogs in your pack. Using only one hand, climb that flagpole. At the top, sing ‘The Halls of Montezuma’, put your knife in your teeth, and dive off, headfirst”. The private snaps to attention, looks at the general and says “FUCK YOU SIR!”

The general turns to the others and says “Now THAT’S bravery!”


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Not Invited

Posted on May 27th, 2014 at 20:25 by Paul Jay in category: awesome, Funny!, Joke

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  1. I can just imagine R.R. Martin at the next wedding he goes to. He turns to the person sitting next to him and whispers that he’s ‘arranged a surprise’ for the Bride & Groom.

    And five minutes later, he’s the only person in the room and you can just hear the sounds of the stampede off in the distance as everyone bolts for the horizon…

  2. This wedding was all about green.

Furniture salesmen

Posted on March 15th, 2014 at 14:24 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Murphy, a furniture dealer from Dublin, decided to expand the line of furniture in his store, so he decided to go to Paris to see what he could find.

After arriving in Paris, he visited with some manufacturers and selected a line that he thought would sell well back home. To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a small bistro and have a glass of wine.

As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at his table was the only vacant seat in the house.

Before long, a very beautiful young Parisian girl came to his table, asked him something in French (which Murphy could not understand), so he motioned to the vacant chair and invited her to sit down.

He tried to speak to her in English, but she did not speak his language. After a couple of minutes of trying to communicate with her, he took a napkin and drew a picture of a wine glass and showed it to her. She nodded, so he ordered a glass of wine for her.

After sitting together at the table for a while, he took another napkin, and drew a picture of a plate with food on it, and she nodded. They left the bistro and found a quiet cafe that featured a small group playing romantic music.

They ordered dinner, after which he took another napkin and drew a picture of a couple dancing. She nodded, and they got up to dance. They danced until the cafe closed and the band was packing up.

Back at their table, the young lady took a napkin and drew a picture of a four-poster bed.

To this day, Murphy has no idea how she figured out he was in the furniture business.


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  1. Couldn’t you have stretched it out a bit more?
    (As the actress said to the bishop.)

  2. Man that is a bed joke.

The English cricket team visited an orphanage today

Posted on January 10th, 2014 at 10:45 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

“It is really sad to see their little faces with no hope” said Sarah, aged 6…


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  1. That’s inhaled coffee _and_ I wet myself!

Christmas

Posted on December 25th, 2013 at 16:47 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Turmoil rocked Heaven this morning as allegations arose that God had had an affair with a former worshipper. The scandal was begun when a 21 year old woman, known only as Mary, claimed that she had given birth to God’s “only son” last week in a barn in the hamlet of Bethlehem. Sources close to Mary claim that she “had loved God for a long time” that she was constantly talking about her relationship with God, and that she was “thrilled to have had his child”. In a press conference this morning, God issued a vehement denial, saying that “No sexual relationship existed” and that “the facts of this story will come out in time, verily”.

Independent counsel Kenneth Beelzebub immediately filed a brief with the Justice department to expand his investigation to cover questions of whether any commandments may have been broken, and whether God had illegally funnelled laundered money to his illegitimate child through three foreign operatives known only as the “Wise Men”. Beelzebub has issued subpoenas to several angels who are rumoured to have acted as go-betweens in the affair. Critics have pointed out that these allegations have little to do with the charges that Beelzebub was originally appointed to investigate, that God had created large-scale flooding in order to cover up evidence of a failed land deal.

In recent months, Beelzebub’s investigation has already been expanded to cover questions surrounding the large number of locusts that plagued God’s political opponents in the last election. As well as to claims that the destruction of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah was to divert attention away from a scandal involving whether the giveaway of a parcel of public land in Promised County to a Jewish special interest group was quid pro quo for political contributions.

If these allegations prove to be true, then this could be a huge blow to God’s career, much of which has been spent crusading for stricter moral standards and harsher punishments for wrongdoers. Indeed, God recently outlined a “tough-on-crime” plan consisting of a series of 10 “Commandments” which has been introduced in Congress in a bill by Rep. Moses. Critics of the bill have pointed out that it lacks any provisions for the rehabilitation of criminals, and lawyers for the ACLU are planning to fight the “Name in Vain” Commandment as being an unconstitutional restriction on free speech.


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  1. Unfortunately God gave up His political career due to this sort of disparagement and the Earth is now fully under the control of Beelzebub’s Devil’s Own Justice Party, also known as the DOJ-P.

  2. And that boy! Started a cannabilistic death cult. Broke his mother’s heart!

Prawn

Posted on August 24th, 2013 at 16:35 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Far away in the tropical waters of the Coral Sea, two prawns were swimming around. One called Justin and the other called Christian. The prawns were constantly being harassed and threatened by sharks that inhabited the area.

Finally one day Justin said to Christian, “I’m fed up with being a prawn. I wish I was a shark, and then I wouldn’t have any worries about being eaten”.

Suddenly a large mysterious cod appeared and said “Your wish is granted”. Lo and behold, Justin turned into a shark. Horrified, Christian immediately swam away, afraid of being eaten by his old mate.

Time passed (as it does) and Justin found life as a shark boring and lonely. All his old mates simply swam away whenever he came close to them. Justin began to realise that his new menacing appearance was the cause of his sad plight.

While swimming alone one day he saw the mysterious cod again and he thought perhaps the mysterious fish could change him back into a prawn.

He approached the cod and begged to be changed back, and, lo and behold, he found himself turned back into a prawn. With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes Justin swam back to his friends and bought them all a cocktail.

Looking around the gathering at the reef he realised he couldn’t see his old pal.

“Where’s Christian?” he asked. “He’s at home, still distraught that his best friend changed sides to the enemy and became a shark” came the reply.

Eager to put things right again and end the mutual pain and torture, he set off to Christian’s abode. As he opened the coral gate, memories came flooding back. He banged on the door and shouted “It’s me, Justin, your old friend, come out and see me again”.

Christian replied “No way man, you’ll eat me. You’re now a shark, the enemy, and I’ll not be tricked into being your dinner!” Justin cried back “No, I’m not! That was the old me! I’ve changed!”

“I’ve found Cod. I’m a Prawn again Christian!”


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  1. Oh Cod! That is just so terrible – and funny! :-)

  2. John, you posted this? Clearly then, you need a brain sturgeon! :-)

  3. He’s tuna deaf. Perhaps a herring-aid?

Lent

Posted on August 2nd, 2013 at 14:30 by John Sinteur in category: Joke, Pastafarian News

John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighbourhood.

On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbours were eating cold tuna fish for supper.

This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighbourhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn’t take it anymore.

They decided to try and convert John to be a Catholic. They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbours and become a Catholic. They took him to church, and the Priest sprinkled some water over him and said “You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic”.

The men were so relieved, now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved.

The next year’s Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighbourhood was sitting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill.

The neighbourhood men could not believe their noses! WHAT WAS GOING ON? They called each other up and decided to meet over in John’s yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent?

The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying “You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish”.


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  1. That’s a VERY old joke – but still a good one! Very illustrative of the idiocy of organized religions.

The Weather

Posted on July 4th, 2013 at 15:32 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

The weather has been very Muslim recently.

Partly Sunni, but mostly Shi’ite.


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  1. You must be living in Caliphornia.

  2. I hope you’re sharia about all these puns. Jihad enough of them!

Report card

Posted on June 21st, 2013 at 11:15 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A mum is driving her little girl to a friend’s house for a play date. “Mummy” the little girl asks “How old are you?” “Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age” the mother warns. “It is not polite”. “Okay” the little girl says.

“How much do you weigh?” “Now really” the mother says “these are personal questions and really none of your business”.

Undaunted, the little girl asks “Why did you and daddy get a divorce?” “That is enough questions, honestly!”

The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin play. “My mum wouldn’t tell me anything” the little girl says to her friend. “Well” said the friend “all you need to do is look at her driver’s license. It is like a report card, it has everything on it”.

Later that night the little girls says to her mother “Mummy… I know how old you are. You are 32″. Mum is surprised and asks “How did you find that out?” “I also know that you weigh 65 kilos”. The mother is shocked now. “How in heaven’s name did you find that out?” “And “the little girl says triumphantly “I know why you and daddy got a divorce!” “Oh really?” “And why’s that?” mum asks. “Because you got an F in sex!!”


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  1. Don’t laugh at this joke, you’ll be old and weak yourself one day…

Hugo Chávez

Posted on March 12th, 2013 at 13:19 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

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  1. I’m such a fan of Ralph Laurens, I had his initials stamped on the soles of my shoes…

    Thanks, I’m here all week, remember to tip your waitress.

ID, please!

Posted on February 7th, 2013 at 18:00 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Australian Prime Minister, Julia Gillard, walked into a branch of the Commonwealth Bank to cash a cheque. Approaching the cashier she said “Good morning, could you please cash this cheque for me?” The clerk replies “It would be my pleasure, mam. Could I see your ID please?”

Julia said “Well I didn’t bring my ID with me as I didn’t think there was any need to. I am Julia Gillard you know – the Prime Minister!”

Clerk: “I’m sorry, but with all the regulations, monitoring of the banks because of imposters, fraud, forgers and the like, I must insist on proof of identity”. Julia: “Just ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody knows me!”

Clerk: “I am very sorry Madam Prime Minister. These are the bank rules and I must follow them”. Julia: “And I need this cheque cashed!!”

Clerk: “Perhaps there’s another way. One day Greg Norman came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Greg Norman he pulled out his putter and made a beautiful putt across the bank into a cup. With that shot we knew him to be Greg Norman and cashed his cheque”.

“Another time, Shane Warne came in without ID. He pulled out a cricket ball and bowled a fabulous spinner kick where the ball landed in my coffee mug. With that spectacular bowl we cashed his cheque. So mam, what can you do to prove that it is you, and only you, the Prime Minister?”

Julia stood there thinking. Finally she says “Honestly, I can’t think of a single thing I’m good at”.

Clerk: “Will that be $50 notes or $100 notes, Prime Minister?”


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  1. She’s pretty good at tongue-lashing misogynistic right-wingers, but I can see the finer points of such wit may not be appreciated in a joke where all the “good” people are sports “heroes”.

The Flintstones

Posted on October 25th, 2012 at 20:25 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A new Middle East crisis erupted last night as Dubai Television was refused permission to broadcast ‘The Flintstones’. A spokesman for the channel said “A claim was made that people in Dubai would not understand the humour” but we know for a fact that people in Abu Dhabi Do.


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Managing director

Posted on October 25th, 2012 at 20:23 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Two workers meet one day in the cafeteria at work. One says to the other “Have you heard the news? The Managing Director of the company died over the weekend”. The other replies “Yes, I know. But I want to know who died with him”. “What do you mean ‘who died with him’?” asks the first. “Well, in the paper it said that ‘with him died one of the company’s best workers’ and I want to know who it was”.


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Neil Armstrong

Posted on August 31st, 2012 at 19:40 by John Sinteur in category: Joke


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Introducing the iPhone 5

Posted on August 21st, 2012 at 20:40 by Desiato in category: Apple, awesome, If you're in marketing, kill yourself, Joke


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  1. Oh my God! They’re copying Android!

How to attend a meeting

Posted on July 16th, 2012 at 5:52 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

To really succeed in a business or organisation, it is sometimes helpful to know what your job is, and whether it involves any duties. Ask among your co-workers. “Hi” you should say. “I’m a new employee. What is the name of my job?” If they answer “long-range planner” or “lieutenant governor” you are pretty much free to lounge around and do crossword puzzles until retirement.

Most jobs, however, will require some work.

There are two major kinds of work in modern organisations:
1. Taking phone messages for people who are in meetings; and
2. Going to meetings.

Your ultimate career strategy will be to get a job involving primarily No. 2, going to meetings, as soon as possible, because that’s where the real prestige is. It is all well and good to be able to take phone messages, but you are never going to get a position of power, a position where you can cost thousands of people their jobs with a single bonehead decision, unless you learn how to attend meetings.

The first meeting ever was held back in the Mezzanine Era. In those days, Man’s job was to slay his prey and bring it home for Woman who had to figure out how to cook it. The problem was, Man was slow and basically naked, whereas the prey had warm fur and could run like an antelope. (In fact it was an antelope, only nobody knew this).

At last someone said “Maybe if we just sat down and did some brainstorming, we could come up with a better way to hunt our prey!” It went extremely well, plus it was much warmer sitting in a circle, so they agreed to meet again the next day, and the next.

But the women pointed out that, prey-wise, the men had not produced anything, and the human race was pretty much starving. The men agreed that was serious and said they would put it right near the top of their ‘agenda’. At this point, the women, who were primitive but not stupid, started eating plants, and thus modern agriculture was born. It never would have happened without meetings.

The modern business meeting, however, might better be compared with a funeral, in the sense that you have a gathering of people who are wearing uncomfortable clothing and would rather be somewhere else. The major difference is that most funerals have a definite purpose. Also, nothing is really ever buried in a meeting.

An idea may look dead, but it will always reappear at another meeting later on. If you have ever seen the movie Night of the Living Dead you have a rough idea of how modern meetings operate, with projects and proposals that everyone thought were killed rising up constantly from their graves to stagger back into meetings and eat the brains of the living.

There are two major kinds of meetings:

1. Meetings that are held for basically the same reason that Arbor Day is observed – namely, tradition. For example, a lot of managerial people like to meet on Monday, because it’s Monday. You’ll get used to it. You’d better, because this kind account for 83% of all meetings (based on a study in which I wrote down numbers until one of them looked about right). This type of meeting operates the way “Show and Tell” does in nursery school, with everyone getting to say something, the difference being that in nursery school, the kids actually have something to say.

When it’s your turn, you should say that you’re still working on whatever it is you’re supposed to be working on. This may seem pretty dumb, since obviously you’d be working on whatever you’re supposed to be working on, and even if you weren’t, you’d claim you were, but that’s the traditional thing for everyone to say. It would be a lot faster if the person running the meeting would just say “Everyone who is still working on what he or she is supposed to be working on, raise your hand”. You’d be out of there in five minutes, even allowing for jokes. But this is not how we do it in America. My guess is, it’s how they do it in Japan.

2. Meetings where there is some alleged purpose. These are trickier, because what you do depends on what the purpose is. Sometimes the purpose is harmless, like someone wants to show slides of pie charts and give everyone a big, fat report. All you have to do in this kind of meeting is sit there and make up elaborate fantasies, then take the report back to your office and throw it away, unless, of course, you’re a vice president, in which case you write the name of a subordinate in the upper right hand corner, followed by a question mark, like this “Norm?” Then you send it to Norm and forget all about it. (Although it will plague Norm for the rest of his career.)

But sometimes you go to meetings where the purpose is to get your “input” on something. This is very serious because what it means is, they want to make sure that in case whatever it is turns out to be stupid or fatal, you’ll get some of the blame, so you have to escape from the meeting before they get around to asking you anything. One way is to set fire to your tie.

Another is to have an accomplice interrupt the meeting and announce that you have a phone call from someone very important, such as the president of the company or the Pope. It should be one or the other, however, not both. It would a sound fishy if the accomplice said “You have a call from the president of the company, or the Pope”. You should know how to take notes at a meeting. Use a yellow legal pad. At the top, write the date and underline it twice. Now wait until an important person, such as your boss, starts talking; when he does, look at him with an expression of enraptured interest, as though he is revealing the secrets of life itself. Then draw interlocking rectangles. If it is an especially lengthy meeting, you can draw more elaborate doodles and maybe even a caricature of the boss.

If somebody falls asleep in a meeting, have everyone else leave the room. Then collect a group of total strangers, right of the street, and have them sit around the sleeping person until he wakes up. Then have one of them say to him “Bob, your plan is very, very risky. However, you’ve given us no choice but to try it. I only hope, for your sake, that you know what you’re getting yourself into”. Then they should file quietly out of the room.


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  1. Brilliant! Dave Barry?

  2. I don’t know who originally wrote it, but it does have a Dave Barry feel over it.

  3. It is in fact from Dave Barry’s “Claw Your Way To The Top; How to become the head of a major corporation in roughly a week”.

  4. Non-canonical source, but it attributes the article to Dave Barry from 1986.
    http://dt.org/html/Meetings.html

Lotto

Posted on July 16th, 2012 at 3:38 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Two Thai girls asked me if I’d like to go bed with them. They said it would be just like winning the lotto. I agreed and they were right. We all stripped off and to my horror we had six matching balls.


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The Piggs Boson

Posted on July 4th, 2012 at 16:31 by Paul Jay in category: Funny!, Joke


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Apple’s Secret

Posted on June 25th, 2012 at 23:40 by Paul Jay in category: Cartoon, Funny!, Joke


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Baseball

Posted on May 18th, 2012 at 18:59 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

Barack and Michelle are at the White Sox game. Sitting in the first row with the Secret Service people directly behind them, one of the Secret Service guys leans forward and says something to the president. Barack stares at the guy, looks at Michelle, looks back at the agent, and shakes his head violently.

The agent then says “Mr President, it was a unanimous request, from the owner of the team down to the bat boy. And… the fans would love it!” So, Barack shrugs his shoulders and says “If that’s what the people want”.

He gets up, grabs Michelle by her collar and the seat of her pants, and drops her right over the wall into the field. She gets up kicking, swearing, and screaming – and the crowd goes wild, cheering, applauding, and high-fiving.

Barack is bowing and smiling, and leans over to the agent and says “You were right, I would have never believed that!” Then noticing the agent has gone totally pale, Barack asks what is wrong. The agent replies “Sir, I said, they want you to throw out the first PITCH…”


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  1. Let’s see…10 points for a lame joke and minus 100 for political incorrectness…

  2. So you laughed, then?

  3. I might’ve laughed the first time I heard it back in the Reagan administration but this is a classic example of how easy it is to keep recycling political jokes. Just change the names… (and, IIRC, with Reagan, it was a Dodgers game…)

  4. True enough. So, dear readers: give me your best recycled political joke right here!

  5. Viktor Orbán/Ferenc Gyurcsány/Leonid Brezhnyev/Mátyás Rákosi gives a public speech for the people.
    Suddenly man taps teh shoulder of another man in front of him “Excuse me, would you be so kind to take off your hat, I can’t really see [actual name here].”
    The man in front obliges, taking off his hat. After a few moment, the man behind again taps his shoulder. “Sorry for bothering, but could you just stand a little to the left, I can’t see [actual name here] well enough.”. The man in front steps aside a bit grumbling, then turns back to listen to the speach. After a moment, his shoulder is tapped again “Excuse me, but, I still can’t see him well enough…” The man calls back annoyed “Should I give you a scope too?” – “No thank you, I have that on my rifle.”

    Ages old joke. Wasn’t always a safe one.

  6. Q: What does do with her asshole every morning?
    A: She wakes him up.

    Of course, the big problem with all political jokes is that they keep getting re-elected.

  7. The Pope and Margaret Thatcher are appearing before a huge audience in Wembley Stadium. There are the usual polite speeches and lots of applause.

    Mrs. Thatcher says to the Pope, “You know, really they are all applauding for me. I bet I can raise my hand and all the Tories in the crowd will go crazy!”

    The Pope says, “Really? My daughter, show me.”

    Thatcher raises her hand, waves and, sure enough, all the Conservative start clapping and cheering wildly.

    The Pope says, “Ha, that was nothing! I bet that, with one gesture, I will make these people happy; so happy that they will go home joyously to their families and everyone will talk about this day for the rest of their lives!”

    Margaret thinks to herself, “Who do you think you are you old buzzard?” but anyway tells the Pope,
    “Really? Show me, Holy Father.”

    So the Pope punched her in the mouth.

  8. Ah, dear old Thatcher… there’s one joke about her that’s difficult to recycle:

    Ronald Reagan, Michael Gorbatsjov and Margaret Thatcher appear before God. God to Reagan:
    — Son, what have you done to deserve a place in Heaven?
    Reagan:
    — I brought the Evil Empire to its knees, freed millions of people from communism and ended the Cold War.
    God:
    — Very good my son, come sit by my right side.
    God to Gorbatsjov:
    — And you son, what have you done to deserve a place in Heaven?
    Gorbatsjov:
    — I introduced perestroijka and glasnost, and guided the Soviet Union away from communism while avoiding armed revolution and bloodshed.
    God:
    — Very good my son, come sit by my left side.
    Next, God turns to Thatcher and says:
    — And you sister, what have you done?
    Thatcher replies (and you’d better say this in her voice to get the full effect):
    — In the first place, I am not your sister, and in the second, get out of my chair!

Iran wants war

Posted on May 5th, 2012 at 21:23 by Paul Jay in category: Funny!, Great Picture, Joke


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the Ocean View restaurant

Posted on March 4th, 2012 at 16:58 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6 between them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.

Ten years later, the group of 25-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the beer was cheap, the restaurant offered free snacks, the band was good, there was no cover charge and there were lots of cute guys.

Ten years later, the group of 35-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the cosmos were good, it was right near the gym and, if they went late enough, there wouldn’t be too many whiny little kids.

Ten years later, the group of 45-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the martinis were big and the waiters had tight pants and nice buns.

Ten years later, the group of 55-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good, the restaurant had windows that opened (in case of a hot flashes) and fish is good for cholesterol.

Ten years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the lighting was good and the restaurant had an early bird special.

Ten years later, the group of 75-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food was not too spicy and the restaurant was handicapped-accessible.

Ten years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they were pretty sure they had never been there before.


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  1. Oh god…I’ve been here before :-)

  2. Excellent, for a moment I was afraid nobody would spot that!

  3. Spot what?

  4. I posted this joke before :-)

  5. Still, you can tell a bad joke well enough and I just had all my braincells recycled so you can stay.

Official EU Language

Posted on February 23rd, 2012 at 19:25 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would become known as ‘Euro-English’.

In the first year ‘s’ will replace the soft ‘c’. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard ‘c’ will be dropped in favour of ‘k’. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome ‘ph’ will be replaced with ‘f’. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent ‘e’ in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing ‘th’ with ‘z’ and ‘w’ with ‘v’.

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary ‘o’ kan be dropd from vordskontaining ‘ou’ and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi TU understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.


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  1. Hey, where’s Mr. Clemens’ writing credit?

  2. Honestly, to my untrained eyes, the last sentence looks more dutch than german. Or was the german refernce is just a sneaky way to hide the fact, that the Netherlands quietly conquered Belgium?

  3. The joke is not in the spelling, it’s in the accent mimicked in the final line.

  4. So you say. But if you want to hide something… ^_^

Christmas

Posted on December 26th, 2011 at 8:32 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A Jewish woman entered a hotel. There was a sign that read “Pets welcome, Jews not welcome.”

Undaunted by this, the Jewish lady Mrs. Rosenburg, asked the hotel owner for a room please.

The innkeeper said, “Sorry we have no vancancies.” Mrs. Rosenburg replied, “The sign says VACANCIES right there!”

The innkeeper said, “Mrs. Rosenburg, you know we don’t allow Jews here.”

Mrs. Rosenburg repiled, “I’m not jewish, I’m a bona-fide christian”.

The innkeeper said, “With a name like Rosenburg. Really? Well, for one, who is your savior?”

Mrs. Rosenburg replied calmly, “Why, Lord Jesus Christ of course”

The innkeeper, frowning said, “Oh really. Then tell me how JESUS was born?”

Mrs. Rosenburg replied with all decorum, “He was born of the virgin Mary”

The innkeeper said showing greater impatience, “And where was he born?”

Mrs Rosenburg, showing a small facial tick replied “In a small town of Bethehem in a manger.”

The innkeeper said, “That’s right…….and why was he born in a manger?”

Mrs Rosenburg slammed her fists on the counter and shouted, “BECAUSE SOME JUMPED UP GOYISHCHE SHMUCK OF AN INNKEEPER REFUSED TO GIVE A JEWISH LADY A ROOM”


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Rupert Murdoch says he has been touched by messages left on Amy Winehouse’s phone

Posted on July 26th, 2011 at 17:47 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

What? To early?


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  1. Kinda the same joke as this.

Pun time

Posted on July 22nd, 2011 at 7:51 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A snail goes to a local Nissan dealership and looks at the inventory. A salesman walks up to him and asks “May I help you?”

The snail looks at him and says, “I’m here to buy a car. I’d like to test drive…. that one,” as he points to a brand new Z.

The salesman looks a little surprised. “Oooh-kay.” He walks inside, comes back outside and returns to the snail. He hands him the keys. “Here you go.”

“Thanks!” The snail gets into the car and turns the key. The engine purrs. The snail presses the accelerator and the roars. He drops it into gear and races out of the parking lot.Ten minutes later, the car whips back into the lot. The snail gets out with a huge grin. “That was great! I’ll take it! But there’s just one thing…”

The salesman shifts a little. “Yes, sir…?”

The snail turns to look at the car and turns back to the salesman: “I want you to take off the “Z”.”

“But, sir… that’s… that’s….”

“That’s my condition. I’ll pay for it right now and drive the car off the lot, but the “Z” has to go. I want you to put an “S” on it, instead.”

The salesman looks a little uneasy. “Let me… see what I can do.” He heads inside of the dealership. He returns a few minutes later. “Okay, it looks like we can take care of that for you. It will take about twenty minutes.”

The snail smiles widely and says,”That’s no problem.” The two go inside as a mechanic exits the building and drives the car into the auto shop. They fill out the paperwork and shortly afterwards, the snail and his new car are tearing out of the parking lot.

Another salesman comes over to the first one and asks,”So… what was that all about? The deal with taking the car into the shop and whatnot?”

“Oh, he wanted the “Z” removed from the car… and an “S” put on in its place.”

“Huh?! That’s weird.”

“Yeah, but look at that little S-car go!”


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  1. Sigh…don’t laugh…you’ll be old and weak yourself someday…

  2. Funny !

Ouch

Posted on December 17th, 2010 at 16:06 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

A man was rushed to hospital when a bizarre sex game went wrong leaving him with six toy horses stuck up his arse. Doctors described his condition as stable.


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  1. Hahahaha, ROTFLOL!

A horse walks into a bar…

Posted on December 13th, 2010 at 7:50 by John Sinteur in category: Joke


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Fringe’s funniest joke prize awarded to Tim Vine

Posted on August 23rd, 2010 at 18:48 by John Sinteur in category: Joke

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"I’ve just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday. I’ll tell you what, never again."


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Cartoons

Posted on January 22nd, 2010 at 11:45 by John Sinteur in category: Joke


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