A man charges into a bank wearing a balaclava and wielding a handgun. He shouts 'this is a raid - everyone get on the floor!!', and proceeds
to empty the cash drawers.

As he runs towards the door with the loot, a brave customer yanks off his balaclava. The robber immediately shoots the customer in the head
and shouts.

'Did anybody else here see my face?'.
The robber notices another customer peering from behind a counter and goes over and shoots him in the head also.

'Did anybody else see my face?' he shouts again, waving his gun around.

There is silence for a few seconds before a faint male voice is heard from a distant corner..

'I think my missus caught a glimpse....'


A man goes to an oral surgeon to have a tooth pulled. The dentist pulls out a freezing needle to give the man. "No way! No needles! I hate needles!" the patient said.

The dentist starts to hook up the laughing gas and the man again objects.

"I can't do the gas thing - the thought of having the gas mask on is suffocating to me!"

The dentist then asks if the man has any objection to taking a pill.

"No objection," the patient says, "I am fine with pills."

The dentist then returns and says, "Here's a Viagra tablet."

The patient says, "Wow - I didn't know Viagra worked as a pain killer!"

"It doesn't," said the dentist, "but it will give you something to hold on to when I pull out your tooth."


Farmer Brown was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs. He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.

This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance which rooster was performing. Now the farmer could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.

The farmer's favorite rooster, old Homer, was a very fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Homer's bell hadn't rung at all! When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, could run for cover.

To Farmer Brown's amazement, old Homer had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and strut on to the next one. Farmer Brown was so proud of old Homer, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and Homer became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not only awarded old Homer the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly Homer was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.


Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army.

On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair.

On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth.

On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.


A man walks into a talent agent’s office and introduces himself as Mr Concrete Head.

“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you do?” the agent asks.

Mr Concrete Head produces a length of pipe from his coat and says, “You can hit me on the head with this as hard as you like and I’ll be fine.”

The agent looks incredulous. “As hard as I like?”
“As hard as you like. No hat, no armor, nothing. If you don’t believe me, try it.”

The agent accepts the offer, grabs the length of pole, and hits him as hard as he can.

Unsurprisingly, Mr Concrete Head crumples onto the floor, his shattered cranium leaking blood onto the floor.

In a panic, the agent accompanies the comatose performer to the hospital where he remains unconscious.

Guilt-ridden, the talent scout rarely moves from Mr Concrete Head’s side: he talks to him, plays him music, strokes his hand, does everything he can for the stricken fellow whose fate he has sealed.

Months after the tragedy, the agent is with Mr Concrete Head when he begins to stir.

Opening his eyes, he sees the agent by his bedside, and opens his mouth to speak his first words:



I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,and all the patients were shouting ,'13....13....13'

The fence was too high to see over,but I saw a little gap in the planks and looked through to see what was going on.

Some bastard poked me in the eye with a stick.

Then they all started shouting



Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A mobile phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk.

Everyone else in the room stops to listen.

Man: "Hello."

Woman: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?"

Man: "Yes."

Woman: "I am at the shops now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $3,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"

Man: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."

Woman: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2008 models. I saw one I really liked."

Man: "How much?"

Woman: "$145,000."

Man: "OK, but for that price, I want it with all the options."

Woman: "Great! Oh, and one more thing .....the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $1,450,000."

Man: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $1,300,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra $150,000. It is really a pretty good price."

Woman: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"

Man: "Bye! I love you, too."

The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.....

Then he smiled and asked: " Does anyone know who this phone belongs to?"


Two nuns were driving down a quiet country lane when all
of a sudden the Devil jumped up onto the hood.

The nun that was driving screamed: "What shall I do,
what shall I do?"

The second nun replied: "Show him your cross"

So the nun that was driving opened her car window and screamed:
"Get off my hood you Fucking bastard"


A fire fighter is working on the engine outside the station
when he notices a little girl next door in a little red wagon
with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose
tightly coiled in the middle. The girl is wearing a fire
fighter's helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her
dog and her cat.

The fire fighter walked over to take a closer look. That
sure is a nice fire truck, " the fire fighter says
with admiration. Thanks" the girl says.

The firefighter looks a little closer and notices the girl
has tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's

Little Partner, " the fire fighter says, "I
don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you
were to tie that rope around the cat's collar too, I
think you could go faster."

The little girl replies thoughtfully "You're
probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren."




A man and a friend are playing golf one day at their local golf course. One of the guys is about to chip onto the green when he sees a long funeral procession on the road next to the course. He stops in mid-swing, takes off his golf cap, closes his eyes, and bows down in prayer.

His friend says: “Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen. You truly are a kind man.”

The man then replies: “Yeah, well we were married 35 years.”


Two guys are sitting on a bar stool. One starts to insult the other one. He screams, “I slept with your mother!” The bar gets quiet as everyone listens to see what the other weasel will do. The first again yells, “I SLEPT WITH YOUR MOTHER!”

The other says, “Go home dad you’re drunk.”


Two fish in a tank.

One turns to the other and says “Do you know how to drive this?”


I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather.

Not screaming in terror like his passengers.


Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.

Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”

“I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes” replies Watson.

“And what do you deduce from that?”

Watson ponders for a minute. “Well,

Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.

Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo.

Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.

Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.

But what does it tell you, Holmes?”

Holmes is silent for a moment.

“Watson, you idiot!” he says. “Someone has stolen our tent!”


This woman rushed to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off: “Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's WRONG with me, Doctor!?”

The doctor looks her over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says: “Well, I can tell you that there ain't nothing wrong with your eyesight....”


A general noticed one of his soldiers behaving oddly. The soldier would pick up any piece of paper he found, frown and say: “That's not it” and put it down again. This went on for some time, until the general arranged to have the soldier psychologically tested. The psychologist concluded that the soldier was deranged, and wrote out his discharge from the army.

The soldier picked it up, smiled and said: “That's it.”


A guy is screwing a great looking blonde.
The girl asks, "You haven't got AIDS have you?"
He replies, "No."
She responds, "Oh, thank heavens for that!!
I don't want to get that again...!"


An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near, he
called his lawyer. "I want to become a lawyer. How much is
it or the express degree you told me about?"

"It's $50,000," the lawyer said. "But why? You'll be dead soon,
why do you want to become a lawyer?"

"That's my business! Get me the course!"

Four days later, the old man got his law degree. His lawyer
was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.

Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing and
it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious, the
lawyer leaned over and said, "please, before it's too late,
tell me why you wanted to to get a law degree so badly before
you died?"

In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old man said,
"One less lawyer . . ."


A guy steps into an elevator and there's just one attractive woman in
it. He turns around to
push the button for his floor and his elbow bumps right into her
breast. He says, "Oh, I'm
so sorry. If your heart is as soft as your breast, I hope you'll be
able to forgive me." She
looks at him a few seconds and says, "That's all right. If your penis
is as hard as your
elbow, I'm in room 204."


A lady goes to her parish priest one day and tells him, "Father,
I have a problem. I have two female parrots but they only know
how to say one thing." "What do they say?" the priest inquired.
"They say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some
fun?" "That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed, "I can see why you
are embarrassed." He thought a minute and then said, "You know,
I may have a solution to this problem. I have two male parrots
whom I have taught to pray and read the Bible.

Bring your two parrots over to my house and we will put them in
the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots
to praise and worship. I'm sure your parrots will stop saying
that...that phrase in no time." "Thank you," the woman
responded, "this may very well be the solution."

The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's
house. As he ushered her in, she saw this two male parrots were
inside their cage, hold their rosary beads and praying.
Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
After just a couple of seconds, the female parrots exclaimed out
in unison, "Hi, we're prostitutes. Do you want to have some

There was a stunned silence. Finally, one male parrot looked
over at the other male parrot and said, "Put the beads away,
Francis, our prayers have been answered!"


In 1993, the University of Kentucky did a study to see why the head of
a man's penis was
larger than the shaft. After one year and $ 80,000.00, they concluded
that the reason the
head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure
during sex.
After the study was published, the University of South Carolina
decided to do their own
study. After $250,000.00, and 3 years of research, they concluded that
the reason was to
give the woman more pleasure during sex.
The University of Georgia, unsatisfied with these findings, conducted
their own study.
After 2 weeks and a cost of around $75.46, they concluded that it was
to keep a man's
hand from flying off and hitting him in the forehead.


A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard. The little
boy finds an earthworm trying to get back into its hole. He says, "Grandpa,
I bet I can put that worm back in that hole."

The grandfather replies, "I'll bet you five dollars you can't. It's too
wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole."

The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair
spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board. Then
he puts the worm back into the hole.

The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray, and
runs into the house. Thirty minutes later the grandfather comes back out and
hands the little boy another five dollars.

The little boy says, "Grandpa, you already gave me five dollars."

The grandfather replies, "I know. That's from your grandma."


A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office.
After the check-up, the doctor took the wife aside and
said, "If you don't do the following, your husband will
surely die".

1.Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast and send
him off to work in a good mood.

2.At lunch time, make him a warm, nutritious meal and
put him in a good frame of mind before he goes back
to work.

3.For dinner, fix an especially nice meal, and don't
burden him with household chores.

4.Have sex with him several times a week and satisfy
his every whim.

On the way home, the husband asked his wife what the doctor
had told her.

"You're going to die," she replied.




Helium was up, feathers were down.

Paper was stationery.

Fluorescent tubing was dimmed in light trading.

Knives were up sharply.

Cows steered into a bull market.

Pencils lost a few points.

Hiking equipment was trailing.

Elevators rose, while escalators continued their slow decline.

Weights were up in heavy trading.

Light switches were off.

Mining equipment hit rock bottom.

Diapers remain unchanged.

Shipping lines stayed at an even keel.

The market for raisins dried up.

Caterpillar stock inched up a bit.

Sun peaked at midday.

Balloon prices were inflated.

And Scott Tissue touched a new bottom.



I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves orgasm so we decided to ask a sex therapist for advice. The therapist listened to our story and suggested the following;

"Hire a strapping young man and while the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you, as though he is fanning you both. Make sure he is totally naked and she can see his manhood as he fans you both with the towel. That will help your wife fantasize, and should bring on a full-blown orgasm."

We went home and followed the therapist's advice. We hired a handsome young man and he stripped off and enthusiastically waved a towel over us both as we made love. But it didn't help and still my lover was unsatisfied and frustrated.

Perplexed, we went back to the therapist "Okay" he says, "let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."

Once again, we followed the advice. The young man got into bed with my lover and I waved the towel. The young man really worked with great enthusiasm and my lover soon had an enormous, room-shaking, screaming, orgasm.

Smiling, I droped the towel, tapped the young man on the shoulder and sayed to him triumphantly...."NOW THAT'S how you wave a f**king towel, son!!"




Transvestite: A guy who likes to eat, drink and be Mary.

Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggert have written an impressive new book. It's called "Ministers Do More Than Lay People."

The difference between the Pope and your boss...the Pope only expects you to kiss his ring.

My mind works like lightning. One brilliant flash and it's ALL gone.

The only time the world beats a path to your door is if you're in the bathroom.

I hate sex in the movies. Tried it once. The seat folded up, the drink spilled and that ice, well, it really chilled the mood.

It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable. Now, of course, there's shipping and handling, too.

A husband is someone who, after taking the trash out, gives the impression that he just cleaned the whole house.

My next house will have no kitchen - just vending machines and a large trash can.

A blond said, "I was worried that my mechanic might try to rip me off. I was relieved when he told me all I needed was turn signal fluid."

I'm so depressed. My doctor refused to write me a prescription for Viagra. He said it would be like putting a new flagpole on a condemned building.

My neighbor was bit by a stray rabid dog. I went to see how he was and found him writing frantically on a piece of paper. I told him rabies could be treated, and he didn't have to worry about a Will. He said, "Will? What Will? I'm making a list of the people I want to bite."

Definition of a teenager? God's punishment for enjoying sex.


As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.




1. Macho Law prohibits me from admitting I'm wrong.

2. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?

3. Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.

4. I plead contemporary insanity.

5. How do I set a laser printer to stun?

6. Meandering to a different drummer.

7. The difference between this company and a cactus plant is that the plant has pricks on the outside.

8. May your daughters' hair grow thick, black, and abundant -- all over their faces.

9. May your children be so famous every policeman knows them.

10. May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest one of your Erogenous Zones.

11. He'll cry over your wounds so he can get salt in them.

12. He heats the knives so his family won't use too much butter.

13. The next time you'll meet anyone like him, it will have to be In a Nightmare.

14. He got his parents a fifty-piece dinner set for their Golden Anniversary a box of toothpicks.

15. He told his children Santa Claus is too old to get around any more.

16. He takes sparrows, dips them in peroxide, and sells them as canaries.

17. He'll throw a drowning man both ends of a rope.

18. The last place he lived in, he campaigned for dry law, got it passed and then moved away.

19. If you kicked him in his heart, you'd break your toe.

20. He has lots of fortitude. He'll stand for nearly anything, but a woman on a train.

21. The only way he can hear any good about himself is to talk to himself.

22. Every time a report comes about the dangers of second-hand cigarette smoke, he goes around blowing smoke in people’s faces.

23. He's suffering from hardening of the hearteries.

24. His motto is ‘A TOOTH FOR A TOOTH', but expects yours to have gold in it.

25. He folds his newspaper so the guy next to him in the bus can only read half the newspaper.

26. You could not warm up to him if you were cremated together.

27. Lots of people would love working for him - if they were graver diggers.

28. He'd steal a dead fly from a blind spider.

29. How about never? Is never good for you?

30. You sound reasonable... Time to up the medication.

31. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.

32. I don't work here. I'm a consultant.

33. Ahhh... I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again

34. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.

35. I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.

36. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.

37. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.

38. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.

39. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.

40. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.

41. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it.

42. I might be short but you're ugly and I still have time to grow!

43. What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?

44. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.

45. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a damn.

46. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.

47. His teeth are brighter than he is.

48. No, my powers can only be used for good.

49. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.

50. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.

51. Who me? I just wander from room to room.

52. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted paychecks.

53. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.

54. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.

55. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.

56. It ain't the size, it's... no, it's the size.

57. Stress is when you wake up screaming & you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.




1. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.

2. Does your train of thought have a caboose?

3. I have a computer, a vibrator, & pizza delivery. Why should I leave the house?

4. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.

5. I'd insult you, but you're not bright enough to notice.

6. Suburbia: where they tear out the trees & then name streets after them.

7. If I throw a stick, will you leave?

8. Did I mention the kick in the groin you'll be receiving if you touch me?

9. Do I look like a people person?

10. You!...Off my planet!

11. I started out with nothing & still have most of it left.

12. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.

13. And which dwarf are you?

14. I pretend to work. They pretend to pay me.

15. If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I'll put shoes on my cats.

16. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.

17. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?

18. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

19. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.

20. Did the aliens forget to remove your anal probe?

21. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.

22. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.

23. A PBS mind in an MTV world.

24. Allow me to introduce my selves.

25. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.

26. Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.

27. See no evil, hear no evil, date no evil.

28. Can I trade this job for what's behind door 1?



This is a piece from the internet. I have added my own twists to it. Feel free to do the same. Keep what you like and fix what you don't.

Why Motorcycles Are

Better Than Men
(as written by women [in black])

1. You can ride a motorcycle when you want to

(Not when it's raining or snowing.)

2. Motorcycles never try to ride you

(I had one motorcycle try.)

3. Motorcycles don’t sulk for a week when you don't ride them

(they do for the first few rides after winter.)

4. Motorcycles aren't hairy

(But some have too much fringe.)

5. Motorcycles don't have a complex about the size of their parts

(Mine wants bigger pistons..)

6. Motorcycles don't fall asleep when you've finished riding them

(Try turning the key off.)

7. Motorcycles don't complain when you take them shopping

(I'd like to see that feat Ms. Knievel.)

8. Motorcycles are never too proud to let you ask for directions

(Sure but try and get them to ask for you.)

9. Motorcycles stay hard all the time

(You've never had a flat or a slow leak?)

10. Motorcycles don't take their socks off and pick their feet

(Then my daddy must of been a motorcycle cause I don't either.)

11. Motorcycles are never too drunk to ride

(Sure but you miss out on the amusement park ride)

(and as responded to by men [in red])



This story has made the rounds on the internet but if you haven't seen it before it's an Oldie but a Goldie.

One Male And One Female

The Creative Writing Professor told his class one day

"Today we will experiment with a form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.

As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story.

You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me.

The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph,
and so on back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent.
There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when
both agree a conclusion has been reached."

Rebeca and Gary


(first paragraph by Rebeca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. " A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic
communicator. "Polar orbit established.
No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his
ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.


He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning.
The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly
and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.


Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through
the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With
no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their
diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.


This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent,
chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.


Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"










*A+ - I really liked this one.*

Offered by an English professor from
the University of Phoenix.



ok... so i'm just thin
kin' and suddenly I wonder... What Is A Whack?


Why do we say something is out of whack?

(I didn't even pick any up how can I be out of THEM)

or...Knick Knack Patty Whack give the dog a bone?

(I can only assume that Knick Whack has two middle names and is a dog breeder)

and why do guys "whack" it?

(I mean who or what is it, and why do guys want to whack... IT?)

my dad says "boy, I'm gonna whack you a good one!"

( I'm glad I am getting a good one but WHAT IS "IT")

or I hear Mr. Corleone say "hey Billy I want you to go over and whack Johnny, then do away with the corpse"

(Now that doesn't sound so good for Johnny, am I right?)

my friend says "You can't figure it out? let me take a whack at it"

(At what? Now I am wearing a bullet proof vest and a jock strap with a metal cup. You can't be too safe.)

then my sister says "That Charlie is sure a real whacko"

( so that's who started this, I need to find Charlie)

then to add to the confusion Mom answers "that is whack"

("where, WHERE?" I yell )

"out of whack"

(She answers, there we go again when did we have any, we always seem to be out of them)

well I have researched this for weeks apparently "whack" can be both normal and not normal.

(then either "whack is whack" or "whack is out of whack" but I'm not sure which! If only I could find that Charlie guy he's a whacko he would know)













I'm yelling? Shh did we mow the carpet yet.

Armand Hamouth




1. In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb"

(Nasty bit of info that. As an aside there is nothing funny about battered women. However there are a few Republican men I would love to use the rule of thumb on. Over and over again.)

2. Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

( As a man I just find that embarrassing. I guess only men can put their balls in small holes, hopefully their own holes. )

3. The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...) The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%

(Personally I blame this fact totally on Canada, unless they count Downtown America as wilderness)

4. The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400

(If that figure is true my dogs must of all been Extra Large even the very small ones.)

5. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.

(With the cost of commodities soaring I'm going to start mining my hair immediately, Nov, 9 2008 or NOT!)

6. The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.

( I'm just taking a wild guess, would the second one of been Huckleberry Finn )

7. The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.

( Wow cable cars that you can use as cell phones...mobile! )

8. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321

( ...and know The Great Houdini will answer a complex multiplication question. "You there in the front row, the one on my payroll what is your question and make it really hard!" )

Armand Hamouth




This one has been making the rounds for years. If you somehow missed it it always makes me laugh, so enjoy!

For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is.

They have a Chili Cook-off about the time the Rodeo comes to town. It takes up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome.

The notes are from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. Judge #3 called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Budweiser truck, when the call came in.

I was assured by the other two judges (Native
Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chili # 1 (Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chili)

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.

Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.

Judge # 3 -- (Frank) Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff?
You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

Chili # 2 (Arthur's Afterburner Chili)

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.

Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.

Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Chili # 3 (Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili)

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.

Judge # 2 -- A bean less chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.

Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in
the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all of the beer.

Chili # 4 (Bubba's Black Magic)

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.

Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb. slut is starting to look HOT... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Chili # 5 (Linda's Legal Lip Remover)

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.

Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

Chili # 6 (Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety)

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.

Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic.Superb.

Judge #3-- I shit myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. She must be kinkier than I thought. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

Chili # 7 (Susan's Screaming Sensation Chili)

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.

Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about judge number three. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.

Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like shit to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Chili # 8 (Tommy's Toe-Nail Curling Chili)

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when judge number three passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor dude, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?

And that's all she wrote folks!



This one has made the rounds on the internet for years. If you haven't seen this one before it's worth the read.

Last weekend I saw something at the Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary, and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser. The consequences of the Taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse effects on her assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-A batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to wife what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right?!!!

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5 inches long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference -- pretty cute, really -- and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries, thinking to myself, "No possible way!"

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as if to say, "Don't do it, master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, and then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a Taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three-second burst would be considered conservative.

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up, and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get up there???

My triceps, right thigh, were still burning and twitching. My face felt as if it had been shot up with Novocain and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.

Still in shock




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Mickey Mouse Arrested For Drug Use

Mickey's long time mate Minnie Mouse refused to comment on Mickey's Drug use. As a symbol for a young generation this latest brush with the law may very well end Mick's career.

Mickey, notorious for the line "I never inhaled" can no longer deny his obvious Drug use. Will Minnie stand by her Mouse or is she fed up.

Even close friends Donald Duck and Goofy appear to be dropping the curtain on the Mouse. Donald was quoted as saying " You just get tired of sitting around the set waiting for him to show up."

Goofy commented "He's your friend and you want to help but he's so high you can't get through to him" he then continued “What a waste of talent. He was amazing in "The Sorcerers’ Apprentice". Man you just hate to see it all go to waste!"

Disney though say they are sticking with the Mouse. "Genius comes at a price. He has agreed to go into rehab and get back on anti-depressants" said a representative for the Studio.

Sailboat Pete



The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words. In black are the winning definitions. In red are my own definitions to make it original.

And the winners are:

1. coffee, n. the person upon whom one coughs.

(A burial case for a male, coffhers is the female version}

2. flabbergasted, adj. appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.

( When a fat giraffe in front of you farts. You've just been flabbergasted)

3. abdicate, v. to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

(When a gymnast blows you)

4. esplanade, v. to attempt an explanation while drunk.

( the ability to know when someone wants a lemonade before they ask)

5. willy-nilly, adj. impotent.

( What Bill told the courts happened with Monica Lewinsky)

6. negligent, adj. absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.

( when a man has no manners especially when with women)

7. lymph, v. to walk with a lisp.

( A gay man describing what happens to his penis if he drinks too much. It's lymph)

8. gargoyle, n. olive-flavored mouthwash.

(when a female officer is on guard duty)

9. flatulence, n. emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.

(The time a man spends calmly waiting for his girlfriend to decide to get a breast enhancement )

10. balderdash, n. a rapidly receding hairline.


(one of the events at the Special Olympics)

11. testicle, n. a humorous question on an exam.

(The person who tries new flavors for The Popsicle company)

12. rectitude, n. the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

( A natural ability to get a hard on at will)

13. pokemon, n. a Rastafarian proctologist.

(A male with a perpetual hard on)

14. oyster, n. a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

(A person working in a New York Deli as a Bouncer; also known as Shuckers! )

15. circumvent, n. an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men

( The act of a Jewish woman complaining about Jewish men "cutting off an inch and half before they even know how long it's going to be")

Feel free to add new words and new definitions. Or add your own definition of the existing words.

(red definitions addicted by)
Armand Hamouth




(This long joke is older than the internet. It still makes me laugh. If you have never seen it before, I think you will enjoy it.)

December 8: 6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window, watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9: We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snow plow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment. My neighbor tells me not to worry, we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man. I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14: Snow, lovely snow! 8" last night. The temperature dropped to *20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15: 20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.

December 16: Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17: Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20: Electricity's back on, but had another 14" of the damn stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day. freakin' snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22: Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter; but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.

December 23: Only 2" of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she...nuts??? Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's damn well lying.

December 24: 6". Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snowplow, I'll drag him through the snow by his balls. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was busy watching for the freakin' snowplow.

December 25: Merry Christmas. 20 more inches of the @#$%^& slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's an idiot. If I have to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to kill her.

December 26: Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27:Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze.

December 28: Warmed up to above -50. Still snowed in. THE BITCH is driving me crazy!!!

December 29: 10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave-in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?

December 30: Roof caved in. The snow plow driver is suing me for a million dollars for the bump on his head. The wife went home to her mother. 9" predicted.

December 31: Set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling!

January 8: I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?