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Favorite Jokes

Discussion in 'Balboa Park' started by wrbanwal, Aug 16, 2007.

  1. wrbanwal

    wrbanwal Well-Known Member

    Dec 27, 2005
    haven't seen a jokes thread lately

    I'll start, it's a oldie but a goodie


    An attorney arrived home late, after a very tough day trying to
    get a stay.

    His last minute plea for clemency to the governor had failed and
    he was feeling worn out and depressed.

    As soon as he walked through the door at home, his wife started
    on him about, 'What time of night to be getting home is this? Where have
    you been?'

    ‘Dinner is cold and I'm not reheating it'. And on and on and on.
    Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar ritual, he
    went and poured himself a shot of whiskey and headed off for a long hot soak in
    the bathtub, pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks as he
    drug up the stairs.

    While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife answered and
    was told that her husband's client, James Wright, had been
    granted a stay of execution after all. Wright would not be hanged tonight.
    Finally realizing what a terrible day he must have had, she
    decided to go upstairs and give him the good news.

    As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by the sight of
    her husband, bent over naked, drying his legs and feet. 'They're
    not hanging Wright tonight,' she said.

    To which he whirled around

    and screamed,

  2. 17Rocks

    17Rocks Well-Known Member

    May 12, 2006
    Herman and Martha were happily married for nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage was caused by the husband’s habit of breaking wind nearly every morning as he awoke. The noise would always wake up Martha and the smell would cause her eyes to water as she would choke and gasp for air. Nearly every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping one in the morning. Herman told her that he couldn’t help it.

    She begged him to visit a doctor to see if anything could be done, but the husband wouldn’t hear of it. He told her that it was just a natural bodily function, and then he would laugh in her face as she tried to wave the fumes away with her hands. She told him that there was nothing natural about it and if he didn’t stop, he was one day going to “fart his guts out.”

    The years went by and Martha continued to suffer and Herman continued to ignore her warnings about “farting his guts out” until one Christmas morning.

    Before dawn, Martha went downstairs to prepare the family feast. She fixed Christmas pudding, mashed potatoes, gravy and of course a turkey. While she was taking out the turkeys innards, a thought occurred to the wife as to how she might solve her husband’s problem.

    With a devilish grin on her face, she placed the turkey guts into a bowl and quietly walked upstairs hours before her flatulent husband would awake. While he was still soundly asleep, she pulled back the covers and then gently pulled back her husband’s jockey shorts. She then placed all of the turkey guts into her husband’s underwear, pulled them up, replaced the covers and tiptoed back downstairs to finish preparing the family meal.

    Several hours later she heard Herman awake with his normal loud *** trumpeting. This was soon followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as her husband ran to the upstairs bathroom. Martha could not control herself and her eyes began to tear up as she rolled on the floor laughing. After years of putting up with him she had finally gotten even.

    About twenty minutes later, Herman came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of horror in his eyes. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and she asked him what was the matter.

    “Honey,” he said. “You were right - all those years you warned me and I didn’t listen to you.”

    “What do you mean?” asked Martha.

    “Well, you always told me that I would end up farting my guts out one of these days and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God and these two fingers, I think I got them all back in.
  3. BFISA

    BFISA Well-Known Member

    Nov 16, 2005
    We've been postin jokes in the RWA threads for sometime, so...
  4. WonderSlug

    WonderSlug Well-Known Member

    Sep 1, 2005
    I will correct it in two weeks

    Over the past several months, my company has shorted my paychecks several times, anywhere from $75 to $300. Each time this has happened, the payroll department made me wait two weeks before they corrected the error.

    Last payday the situation reversed. Everyone with direct deposit was paid twice. I quickly withdrew every dollar from my bank account before the mistake could be corrected. When payroll called about the mistake, I grinned from ear to ear. I said, "Yes, I noticed the mistake. I will correct it in two weeks."

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