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Author Topic: Just Jokes.  (Read 4477 times)

Offline johnbull

Re: Just Jokes.
« Reply #15 on: August 30, 2007, 08:25:55 AM »




Nine Months Later. . .
 
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob.  So they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.  So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
 
'I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained.  'I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house'
 
'Don't worry,' Jack said. 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn.  And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone a t first light.'
 
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.
 
Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way.  They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
 
But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney.  It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
 
He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, 'Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?'
 
'Yes, I do. ' said Bob
 
'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'
 
'Well, um, yes, 'Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'
 
'And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?'
 
Bob's face turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy.  I'm afraid I did.' Why do you ask?'
 
'She just died and left me everything.'   
 
And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?... now keep that smile for the rest of the day.
Joe M. Anastasi.
JOHN BULL RACING.   MALTA.
www.johnbullmalta.com

Offline johnbull

Re: Just Jokes.
« Reply #16 on: August 30, 2007, 09:25:04 AM »
HUSBAND STORE

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the  entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!

There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch . . you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot  go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. .

 On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.

 "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

 She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.

"Oh mercy me" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are  no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.

Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!

Please send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth!
Joe M. Anastasi.
JOHN BULL RACING.   MALTA.
www.johnbullmalta.com

Offline Ian

Re: Just Jokes.
« Reply #17 on: August 30, 2007, 09:54:17 AM »
JB, that joke is exactly true of women in real life
An aircraft landing is just a controlled crash.

Offline cosworth151

Re: Just Jokes.
« Reply #18 on: August 30, 2007, 04:53:20 PM »
I have only just noticed that Dare is a mod.

Gee, Dare, I misread it. I thought it said you are a Moderate! :crazy:

Congrats my friend! :good:

Cos
“You can search the world over for the finer things, but you won't find a match for the American road and the creatures that live on it.”
― Bob Dylan

Offline johnbull

Re: Just Jokes.
« Reply #19 on: September 06, 2007, 09:31:34 AM »
Joe M. Anastasi.
JOHN BULL RACING.   MALTA.
www.johnbullmalta.com

 


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