Showing posts with label joke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joke. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

So Many Bad Jokes

The main reason i loved this video, apart from a great wealth of jokes to taunt my son with? My favourite joke of all time is in there.

Horse walks into a bar. Barman says 'why the long face'?

Love it!!

Tommy Cooper will be laughing from up on high;

Tommy Cooper
Tommy Cooper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Old joke, new twist

 As you may have realised by now I am slightly bitter, and more than a little bit twisted.

That probably explains why I laughed so hard when I saw the joke below.


Hats off to his amazingness the Wirecutter over at Knuckledraggin My Life Away


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Going One Way or Another

A tough looking group of bikers were riding when they saw a girl about to jump off a bridge so they stop.

The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to commit a suicide,” she says.

While he did not want to appear insensitive, he didn’t want to miss an opportunity he asked “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?”

So, she does and it was a long, deep lingering kiss.

After she’s finished, the biker says, “Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had. That’s a real talent you are wasting. You could be famous. Why are you committing suicide?”

“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl…”

hat-tip Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated


Monday, August 31, 2009

Politically Incorrect Joke...

Copied from Ambulances, Boomsticks, Coffee who stole it from Warthog, over at Warthog's Wrants.

Three strangers strike up a conversation in an airport lounge while waiting for their respective flights ...

One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer, another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East ..

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull.

The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face, and lights a cigarette. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane has arrived.

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat saying softly, 'At one time my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward,'Once my people were few,' he sneers, 'and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?'

The cowboy removes his cigarette from his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl . .

'I reckon that's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, But I do believe it's a-comin'.'