Take the Bus Home
Sam left work after a tiring day.
- Take the bus home - suggested a friend.
- My mother would only make me take it back - Sam said.
Sam left work after a tiring day.
- Take the bus home - suggested a friend.
- My mother would only make me take it back - Sam said.
Making the Most of Life by Maxie Mumm
Outsize Clothes-buying by Ellie Fant
Why do blondes wear their hair up?
→ To catch everything that goes over their heads
- Shhaaayyy, buddy, what's a 'Breathalyzer'? - asked one drunk to his friend at the next barstool.
- Well, I'd have to say that it's a bag that tells you when you've drunk way too much - answered the equally wasted gent.
- Ah hell, whaddya know? I've been married to one of those for years!
Did you know that the inventor of sprinklers was racist?
Yeah, listen to one next time you get a chance, It goes - spic....spic....spic....nigga...nigga...nigga...nigga.........chink!
Did ya hear about the blonde lesbian?
→ She liked guys!
Basic Rules for Cats Who Have a House to Run
- But you always allow me on the table when company isn't here.
Always accompany guests to the bathroom. It isn't necessary to do anything. Just sit and stare.
What can a woman find at both gyms and singles bars?
→ Dumbbells.
A guy is golfing with his pretty wife, who is a very poor golfer. On the first hole she sends the ball smashing through the window of a nearby house.
The couple goes to the house to investigate the damage and finds the door open. They go inside and found a man sitting on a couch next to the broken window. There is also a broken oil-lamp.
The husband asks:
- Did we break that too?
- Yes - replies the man.
- Sorry. Do you live here? - the husband asks.
- No, actually, I'm a genie. The man states:
- I was sleeping in that lamp when your golf ball smashed it. Now, I'm supposed to give you three wishes, but I'm keeping one for myself since you smashed my lamp. OK, what'll they be?
The husband thinks a moment:
- First, make my wife a better golfer.
- Poof! She's a better golfer - the genie announces.
- Second, I want a million bucks a week for life.
- Poof! you get a million bucks a week - the genie announces.
- Good. OK, what do you want? - asks the husband.
- For my wish. I want to have my way with your pretty wife - grins the genie.
- Hmmm - the husband hesitated:
- I guess that's all right. After all, she broke your lamp, you've made us rich, and our golf games will be much more interesting. Go ahead.
So the genie and the wife retire the bedroom. After several steamy hours the "genie" says to the wife:
- How long have you known your husband?
- Ten years - she replies.
- How long has he believed in this genie stuff?