This man had a parrot that could talk. Unfortunately, it swore a lot. In an effort to get the parrot to be quiet, he put him in a cupboard. The parrot continued swearing and after a while the man decided to put the bird in the freezer. After that, the parrot started swearing even more. After a few minutes, he suddenly became quiet. The man opened up the freezer and the parrot said, “I’m sorry, sir, it will never happen again.” As the man took the bird out of the freezer he wondered what the difference was between the cupboard and the freezer. Just then, the parrot said, “So, uh, what’d the chicken do?”
A missionary was walking in Africa when he heard the ominous sound of a lion behind him. “Oh Lord,” prayed the missionary, “Grant in Thy goodness that the lion walking behind me is a good Christian lion.” And then, in the silence that followed, the missionary heard the lion praying too: “Oh Lord,” he prayed, “We thank Thee for the food which we are about to receive.”
Why does vegan cheese taste bad?
It hasn’t been tested on mice.
How many vegetarians does it take to eat a cow?
One if nobody’s looking.
What do you call a vegetarian who goes back to eating meat?
Someone who lost their veg-inity!
Why does the vegan never get any play?
Because she/he has really bad gas.
Too vegan friends:
Tell me, how do you spice your veggie-burgers?
I don’t know, but the main thing is that it mustn’t taste good!
A blonde joke:
There were 3 ladies on an island: 1 blonde, 1 brunette and a red-head. The city where they wanted to be was 20 miles away with sea between the the island and the city. The red-head swam 4 miles and drowned of exhaustion, the brunette swam 10 miles and drowned of exhaustion, the blonde swam 19 miles, got tired, and swam back!!
If you are blonde pls. don’t be offended, this is just a joke. OK!
This is nonsense, she coudn’t be offended because she just wouldn’t get the point
Wait a second so if she swam back she then had to swim another 19 miles - that’s crazy.
A country doctor is suturing a laceration on the hand of an old farmer.
Old man: “All you need to know about politics is that young George Bush is a post turtle.”
Doctor: “Oh? What is a post turtle?”
Old man: “When yer driving down a country road, and ya come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top? That’s a post turtle. Ya know he didn’t get there by himself, he don’t belong there, he cain’t get anything done while he’s up there, and you just want to help take the poor thang down.”
One day Jayne walked into a bank to deposit a large sum of money she had won in the casino.
Jayne walked up to the cashier and handed over a cheque for $850,000. The cashier insisted on checking such a large a mount, and so a few minutes later the bank manager appeared to take a look. The bank manager, curious ad how Jayne came to have so much money, started to ask some questions.
“How did you get so much money?”
“Well”, she replies, “I’m a bit of a gambler…”
“Really?!” the manager replied, and started to give Jayne a lecture about the evils of gambling.
“No really, it’s fun!” insisted Jayne. “I bet you $10,000 that your balls are square!”.
The manager was a bit shocked, but after thinking it though, thought that there was no way he could loose the bet. So they shook hands and went out in to the car park so Jayne could check his balls. Standing in the car park was a man wearing a gray suit.
“This is my attorney,” said Jayne. “He’s here to make sure everything is legal.”
“OK” said the bank manager, so Jayne stepped up in front of him, unzipped his trousers and gave his balls a good feel.
“You’re right, they’re not square!”
The manager smiled and looked over to the lawyer, who at this point was banging his head on the car. Confused, the manager asked Jayne, “What’s wrong with your lawyer?”
“Oh, I bet him $100,000 I would have your balls in my hands in five minutes.”
When Einstein died and arrived at the gates of heaven, St. Peter wouldn’t let him in until he proved his identity. Einstein scribbled out a couple of his equations, and was admitted into paradise.
And when Picasso died, St. Peter asked, “How do I know you’re Picasso?”
Picasso sketched out a couple of his masterpieces. St. Peter was convinced and let him in.
When George W. Bush died, he went to heaven and met the man at the gates. “How can you prove to me you’re George W. Bush?” Saint Peter said.
Bush replied, “Well heck, I don’t know.”
St. Peter says, “Well, Albert Einstein showed me his equations and Picasso drew his famous pictures. What can you do to prove you’re George W. Bush?”
Bush replies, “Who are Albert Einstein and Picasso?”
St. Peter says, “It must be you, George, c’mon on in.”
Here is another one
After numerous rounds of ‘We don’t even know if bin Laden is still alive’, bin Laden decides to send George W. a letter in his own writing to let him know that he is still in the game.
Bush opens the letter and sees only a coded message: “370HSSV-0773H”. He can’t figure it out, so he asks Karl Rove.
Rove suggests that the head of the CIA would certainly understand code, so Bush sends it to George Tenet. Tenet, however, can’t figure it out, either. He suggests, “How about Condi? She has a doctorate, that means she’s smart.”
But Dr. Rice is baffled, too. As Bush is pondering the mysterious message lying on the desk before him, Colin Powell enters the Oval Office. When he sees the paper and reads what is written on it, he asks, “Sir, where did that come from?”
Bush replies testily, “Supposedly it’s a message from Osama bin Laden. But what the hell does ‘370HSSV-0773H’ mean?”
Powell clears his throat and replies, “Mr. President, I think you’ve been looking at the message upside down.”
When Einstein died and arrived at the gates of heaven, St. Peter wouldn’t let him in until he proved his identity. Einstein scribbled out a couple of his equations, and was admitted into paradise.
And when Picasso died, St. Peter asked, “How do I know you’re Picasso?”
Picasso sketched out a couple of his masterpieces. St. Peter was convinced and let him in.
When George W. Bush died, he went to heaven and met the man at the gates. “How can you prove to me you’re George W. Bush?” Saint Peter said.
Bush replied, “Well heck, I don’t know.”
St. Peter says, “Well, Albert Einstein showed me his equations and Picasso drew his famous pictures. What can you do to prove you’re George W. Bush?”
Bush replies, “Who are Albert Einstein and Picasso?”
St. Peter says, “It must be you, George, c’mon on in.”
Hillary went into a pet shop and found a beautiful, colorful parrot. “Does this parrot talk?” she asked. “Yes, he does,” the manager told her. “But why is this one only $50 and all the others are $500?” she asked. “Well, ma’am,” the manager told her, “not everyone would want to own this parrot. He spent many years in a whorehouse, and his language is terrible.”
“Well, I want him,” she said. “Suit yourself,” the manager shrugged. When she got the parrot back to the White House, she uncovered his cage and admired the colorful bird. The parrot tilted his head to one side, looked her straight in the eye, and said, “New house, new madam.” Hillary laughed.
Soon Chelsea and a friend came in and began admiring the bird. “New house, new whores,” the parrot observed. At first they were offended, but when Hilary explained about the bird’s history, they too, laughed at him.
A few minutes later, the president entered the living quarters. The parrot looked up from his feeder and said, “Hi, Bill.”
As Governor, Bush got to ceremonially act as a state trooper for a day. While operating a speed trap Bush pulled over a Texas farmer. He lectured the farmer about his speed and the necessity of obeying laws made by his superiors, and in general threw his weight around. Finally, he got around to writing the ticket, and as he was doing so he kept swatting at some flies that were buzzing around his head. The farmer said, “Having some problems with circle flies there, are ya, Sir?” Bush stopped writing the ticket and said, “Well yeah, if that’s what they are – I never heard of circle flies.” So the farmer says, “Well, circle flies are common on farms. See, they’re called circle flies because they’re almost always found circling around the back end of horses.” Bush says, “Oh,” and goes back to writing the ticket. After a minute he stops and slowly says, “Hey… wait a minute, are you trying to call me a horse’s ass?” The farmer says, “Oh no, Governor, I have too much respect for you to even think about calling you a horse’s ass.” Grinning broadly, Bush says, “Well, that’s a good thing,” and goes back to writing the ticket. After a long pause, the farmer says, “Hard to fool them flies though.”
A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked," Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"
“My Son, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, a contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath.” “Well, I’ll be damned,” the drunk muttered, returning to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?” “I don’t have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
Bush and Powell are slaving in the hot sun digging a hole while Rice is sitting under a tree drinking iced tea. Bush says to Powell, “hey, how come we’re out here sweating and she’s over there relaxing”? Powell shrugs and says “I dunno George why don’t you go ask her.” Bush climbs out of the hole he’s been digging and wanders over to Rice and says “Me and Colin want to know why we’re workin’ our butts off and you’re relaxing under this tree”. “Well George”, Rice says, “it’s like this.”
“You ever heard of a thing called Smarts”? “Smarts”, George says, “what’s that”? Rice says, “Here I’ll show you how it works”. “Now I’ll hold my hand up in front of this tree and you punch it as hard as you can, okay?” Bush sensing a great ooportunity eagerly agrees. He gathers all of his strength and punches with all of his might but Rice moves her hand just in time for George to bust his on the tree. “Now you understand how Smarts works George” Rice asks.
“Gheeez”, Bush replies, “that’s pretty neat”. Swelling with confidence Bush goes back to his hole and tells Powell, “hey, this is neat, the reason we’re working is because of a thing called Smarts”. “Smarts”’ Powell says. “What’s that.” Bush replies, "now I’ll hold my hand up in front of my face and you…
One day old man Stumpy and his wife Martha went to the Illinois State Fair. There is this man selling plane rides in his single prop show plane for $10 per person. Stumpy looks to Martha and says, “Martha, I think I really should try that.” Martha replies, “I know you want to Stumpy, but we have a lot of bills, and you know the money is tight, and $10 is $10.” So Stumpy goes without. Over the next few years they return every year, and the same thing, Stumpy wants to ride, but Martha says no money.
Finally, when Stumpy and Martha are both about 70 years old, Stumpy looks to Martha, and says, “Martha, I’m 70 now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance again, so I just have to have a ride in that there airplane.” Martha replies in the same old fashion, and Stumpy kind of slumps down. The pilot is standing near by and overhears the conversation…
The pilot pipes up, “Excuse me folks, I couldn’t help but hear your situation, and I have a deal for you. I’ll take both of you up together, and if you can both make the entire trip without saying a word, or even making the slightest sound, I’ll give the ride for free. But if either of you make a sound, its $10 each.” Well, Martha and Stumpy look at each other, and agree to take the ride.
The pilot takes them up, and starts to do loop de loops, twists, dives, climbs and spins. No sound. The pilot lands the plane, looks back at Stumpy and says, “Sir, I have to hand it to ya, you didn’t make even the slightest sound and that was my best stuff.” Stumpy looks back at the pilot and says, “Well, I was gonna say something when Martha fell out, but $10 is $10!”