Worst jokes

A blonde went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain.

- I would like to buy this TV, - she told the salesman.

- Sorry, we don't sell to blondes, - he replied.

She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman:

- I would like to buy this TV.

- Sorry, we don't sell to blondes, - he replied.

- Darn, he recognized me, - she thought. She went for a complete disguise this time, haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman.

- I would like to buy this TV.

- Sorry, we don't sell to blondes, - he replied.

Frustrated, she exclaimed:

- How do you know I'm a blonde?

- Because that's a microwave, - he replied.

A guy in a bar stands up and says:

- All lawyers are assholes.

Another guy stands up and says:

- Hey... I resent that...

The first guy says:

- Why? Are you a lawyer?

The second guy says:

- No. I'm an asshole.

A guy goes into a bar and seats himself next to a hot looking woman. After a few drinks he musters the courage to talk to her. After a few more drinks and a little conversation he leans over to the woman and asks:

- Can I smell your Pussy?

The woman is outraged and answers with a stern:

- Of course not!

The drunk man replies.......

- Oh, then it must be your feet.

A man, whose level of drunkenness was bordering on the absurd, stood up to leave a bar and fell flat on his face. "Maybe all I need is some fresh air," thought the man as he crawled outside. He tried to stand up again, but fell face first into the mud. "Screw it," he thought. "I'll just crawl home."

The next morning, his wife found him on the doorstep asleep.

- You went out drinking last night, didn't you?

- Uh, yes, he said sheepishly. How did you know?

- You left your wheelchair at the bar again.

A guy comes into a bar and asks the barman for twelve-year-old scotch. The barman thinks "This guy is pretty pretentious" and proceeds to pour him a drink of six-year-old scotch. He gives it to the customer who takes a drink, exclaiming:

- This isn't twelve-year-old scotch, this is six-year-old scotch

The barman thinks, hey this guy knows what he's talking about, and the two of them get into a conversation about where the customer is from etc.. At one point an old guy, who was sitting at the other end of the bar comes over with a glass and hands it to the customer. The latter takes a drink, and spits it out.

- This is piss! - he yells.

The old guy nods and says:

- Yeah, but how old am I?

A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. Why of course, comes the reply. The first man then asks: Where are you from? I'm from Ireland, replies the second man. The first man responds: You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland. Of Course, replies the second man. Curious, the first man then asks: Where in Ireland are you from? Dublin, comes the reply. I can't believe it, says the first man. I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin. Of course, replies the second man. Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: What school did you go to? Saint Mary's, replies the second man. I graduated in 62. This is unbelievable! the first man says. I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too! About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. What's been going on? he asks the bartender. Nothing much, replies the bartender. The O'Malley twins are drunk again.

A man walked into a bar, sat down, ordered 3 shots of whiskey, drank them, then left. This continued daily for several weeks. Curious, the bartender asked him one day:

- Why do you always order three shots of whiskey?

The man answered:

- Because my two brothers and I always used to have one shot each, and since they've both passed on, I've continued to order the three shots in their honor.

The bartender thought that this was a very noble thing to do, and welcomed the man every time he visited the bar.

Two weeks later, the man walked into the bar for his daily visit and ordered two shots of whiskey. Surprised, the bartender asked him why he only ordered two when had had always been ordering three.

The man answered:

- Oh, I've decided to stop drinking.

I have got a drinking problem.... I've got two hands, but only one mouth...

A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard which is full and bushy.

- Are you the manager? - she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

- Actually, no, - he replied.

- Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him, - she said, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.

- I'm afraid I can't, - breathes the bartender, clearly in trouble.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Yes there is. I need you to give him a message, - she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

- Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room.

A nun, a priest, an Irishman, a Jew, a Scotsman, a rabbi and a blonde walk into a bar. The bartender looks at them and asks, "Is this some kind of joke?"