Q: How many Actors does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Only one. They don't like to share the spotlight.
A: One, but 500 auditioned for the part.
Q: How many Anarchists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: All of them.
Q: How many Atheists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. Atheists can't see the light anyway.
Q: How does Bill Gates change a light bulb?
A: He doesn't, he declares darkness the industry standard.
Q: How many Blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: 1. She stands on the ladder and waits for the world to revolve around her.
Q: How many Bureaucrats/civil servants does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to assure everyone that everything possible is being done while the other screws the bulb into the water faucet.
Q: How many Californians does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Six. One to turn the bulb, one for support, and four to relate to the experience.
Q: How many Catholics does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two, one to do it and a priest to hear him confess and give the old bulb last rites.
Q: How many Christians does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Three, but they're really one.
Q: How many Communists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: One, but it takes him about 30 years to realize that the old one has burnt out.
Q: How many Computer nerds does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: One to screw it in, one to design the step-by-step program, and one to design the web page about doing it.
Q: How many Conservatives does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: One; after reflecting in the twilight on the merit of the previous bulb.
Q: How many Consultants does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: We don't know. They never get past the feasibility study.
Q: How many Cops does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. It turned itself in.
Q: How many Doctors does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Three. One to find a bulb specialist, one to find a bulb installation specialist, and one to bill it all to Medicare.
Q: How many Economists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to assume the ladder and one to change the bulb.
A: None. The darkness will cause the light bulb to change by itself.
A: None. If the government would just leave it alone, it would screw itself in.
Q: How many Feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: 100-one to do it and the other 99 to say that the bulb screwer does not represent mainstream feminism in doing so.
Q: How many firefighters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Three-one to do it and two to cut a hole through the roof.
Q: How many Folk musicians does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Four - One to change the bulb, and three to sing about how good the old one was.
Q: How many Goths does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. They sit in the dark.
Q: How many Gun control advocates does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: They don't do that; they pass laws against burned-out bulbs, and then they wonder why it's still so dark. Meanwhile, a lot of people get hurt because they can't see.
Q: How many Hamsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two, but they have to be very small.
Q: How many hardware engineers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None, they just have marketing sell the burnt-out bulb as a feature.
Q: How many investment brokers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to take out the bulb and drop it, and the other to try and sell it before it crashes.
Q: How many Jewish Princesses does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: What? And wreck my nails?
Q: How many Jews does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Three, one to call the cleaning lady and two to feel guilty about it.
Q: How many Ku Klux Klansmen does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: One hundred-one to do it and the others to stand around solemnly and watch the old bulb burn.
Q: How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None, lawyers only screw us.
Q: How many Mimes does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. Mimes only pretend to change the bulb.
Q: How many mystery writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two. One to screw it almost all the way in and the other to give it a surprising twist at the end.
Q: How many Philosophers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Why does it need changing?
Q: How many poets does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Two, one to curse the darkness and one to light a candle.
Q: How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Just one. But it takes a long time, and the bulb has to really want to change.
Q: How many psychoanalysts does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: How many do *you* think it takes?
Q: How many Quantum Mechanicians does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: They can't. If they know where the socket is, they cannot locate the new bulb.
Q: How many Real Men does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. Real Men aren't afraid of the dark
Q: How many Republicans does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None, they only screw the poor.
Q: How many Schizophreniacs does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Both of us
Q: How many Social workers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None, they just write a book called "Coping with Darkness".
Q: How many surgeons does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None. They would wait for a suitable doner and do a filament transplant.
Q: How many system administrators does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: None, they just deny everyone access to the room.
The Cats' Bill Of Rights
- Humans shall make no law respecting an establishment of boundaries or prohibiting the free exercise therein, or abridging the freedom of access, or the right to peaceful assembly. In other words: The cat is entitled to go outside anytime s/he wants.
- A well-carried provisional chamber, being necessary to the fulfillment of a feline's whims, shall not be infringed. In other words: The cat is entitled to EAT anytime s/he wants.
- The right of the feline to be secure in their domain and effects against unreasonable discomposure, shall not be violated. In other words: The cat is entitled to SLEEP anytime s/he wants.
- Humans shall issue no warrants or decrees or edicts as prescribed to the demarcation of possessions or property which are in direct conflict with right of life, liberty and the pursuit of feline affirmation. In other words: The cat is entitled to sleep ANYWHERE s/he wants.
- The feline shall be immune to all criminal accusations, indictments and complaints. The accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and impartial dismissal of any and all charges provided said feline's compulsory right to obtain any or all witnesses, including character witnesses, are obtained in his favor. In other words: Cats can do anything they want as long as they're cute. And even if they're not.
- Neither serfdom, vassalage, or involuntary servitude will be tolerated, except by said cats in proprietorship of their humans. In other words: What I say goes.
- No Canis familiaris shall, in time of peace or at any other time, be quartered in any dwelling without the consent of the potentate, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by sovereign. In other words: Nodogs in the house without my permission.
- The right of the feline to be protected against unreasonable search and seizures shall not be breached or infringed upon at anytime or any place. In other words: Don't disturb me when I am sleeping.
Go to hell
Two doctors and an HMO manager are killed in a train wreck and line up at the pearly gates for admission to heaven. Saint Peter asks them to identify themselves.
One doctor steps forward and says, “I was a pediatric spinal surgeon. I helped hundreds of kids overcome their deformities.”
Saint Peter says, “Enter.”
The other doctor says, “I was a psychiatrist. I helped rehabilitate thousands of people.”
Saint Peter nods and invites him into heaven, too.
The third applicant steps forward and says, “I was an HMO manager. I helped countless people get cost-effective health care.”
Saint Peter tells him, “You can come in, too.”
As the HMO manager walks by, Saint Peter adds, “But you can only stay for three days. After that, you can go to hell.”
One doctor steps forward and says, “I was a pediatric spinal surgeon. I helped hundreds of kids overcome their deformities.”
Saint Peter says, “Enter.”
The other doctor says, “I was a psychiatrist. I helped rehabilitate thousands of people.”
Saint Peter nods and invites him into heaven, too.
The third applicant steps forward and says, “I was an HMO manager. I helped countless people get cost-effective health care.”
Saint Peter tells him, “You can come in, too.”
As the HMO manager walks by, Saint Peter adds, “But you can only stay for three days. After that, you can go to hell.”
Weight Loss
A Texan buys a round of drinks for the entire bar, announcing that his wife has just produced “a typical Texas” baby boy weighing 25 pounds. Congratulations showered him from all around, along with many exclamations of “Wow!”
Two weeks later, the Texan returns to the bar. The bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of the typical Texas baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth. How much does he weigh now?”
The proud father answers, “17 pounds.”
The bartender, puzzled and concerned, asks, “Why? What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds at birth.”
The Texas father takes a slow swig from his longneck beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, “Had him circumcised.”
Two weeks later, the Texan returns to the bar. The bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of the typical Texas baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth. How much does he weigh now?”
The proud father answers, “17 pounds.”
The bartender, puzzled and concerned, asks, “Why? What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds at birth.”
The Texas father takes a slow swig from his longneck beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, “Had him circumcised.”
They did a great job didn’t they
After a long night of making love, the young guy rolled over, pulled out a cigarette from his jeans and searched for his lighter.
Unable to find it, he asked the girl if she had one at hand.
“There might be some matches in the top drawer,” she replied.
He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found a box of matches setting neatly on top of a framed picture of another man. Naturally, the guy began to worry. “Is this your husband?” he inquired nervously.
“No, silly,” she replied, snuggling up to him.
“Your boyfriend then?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” she said, nibbling away at his ear.
“Well, who is he then?” asked the bewildered guy.
Calmly, the girl replied, “That’s my “before” picture. They did a great job didn’t they?
Unable to find it, he asked the girl if she had one at hand.
“There might be some matches in the top drawer,” she replied.
He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found a box of matches setting neatly on top of a framed picture of another man. Naturally, the guy began to worry. “Is this your husband?” he inquired nervously.
“No, silly,” she replied, snuggling up to him.
“Your boyfriend then?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” she said, nibbling away at his ear.
“Well, who is he then?” asked the bewildered guy.
Calmly, the girl replied, “That’s my “before” picture. They did a great job didn’t they?
Wrong Number
A guy dials his home number from work. A strange woman answers. The guy says, “Who is this?”
“This is the maid,” answered the woman.
“We don’t have a maid!”
“I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house.”
“Well, this is her husband. Is she there?”
“Ummm…she’s upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband.”
The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, “Listen, would you like to make $50,000?”
“What do I have to do?”
“I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she’s with.”
The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots.
The maid comes back to the phone. “What should I do with the bodies?”
“Throw them in the swimming pool!”
“What pool?”
“Uh….. Is this 555-4821?”
“This is the maid,” answered the woman.
“We don’t have a maid!”
“I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house.”
“Well, this is her husband. Is she there?”
“Ummm…she’s upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband.”
The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, “Listen, would you like to make $50,000?”
“What do I have to do?”
“I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she’s with.”
The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots.
The maid comes back to the phone. “What should I do with the bodies?”
“Throw them in the swimming pool!”
“What pool?”
“Uh….. Is this 555-4821?”
How-how long do I have?
A doctor tells his patient “I have some bad news for you. I got your test results. And you don’t have much longer left to live.”
The patient says “How-how long do I have?”
The doctor says “Ten.”
Ten? Ten what? Ten years? Ten months? Ten weeks?
The doctor says “Nine…. Eight… Seven…”
The patient says “How-how long do I have?”
The doctor says “Ten.”
Ten? Ten what? Ten years? Ten months? Ten weeks?
The doctor says “Nine…. Eight… Seven…”
Car trouble
A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station.
She tells the mechanic it died.
After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly.
She says, "What's the story?"
He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor"
She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"
She tells the mechanic it died.
After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly.
She says, "What's the story?"
He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor"
She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"
Speaking about perfection..... – Japanese attitude
Apparently the computer giant IBM decided to have some parts manufactured in Japan as a trial project. In the specifications, they set out that they will accept only three defective parts per 10,000. When the delivery came in there was an accompanying letter.
'We, Japanese people, had a hard time understanding North American business practices.
But the three defective parts per 10,000 have been separately manufactured and have been included in the consignment in a separate packaging clearly mentioned ' defective pieces as required, not for use'. Hope this pleases you.'
'We, Japanese people, had a hard time understanding North American business practices.
But the three defective parts per 10,000 have been separately manufactured and have been included in the consignment in a separate packaging clearly mentioned ' defective pieces as required, not for use'. Hope this pleases you.'
The Blind Salesman
A woman goes into Bass Pro Shop to buy a rod and reel for her grandson's birthday but she doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to the counter and a Bass Pro Shop associate is standing there wearing dark shades.
She says, ''Excuse me sir, can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?''
He says''Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes.''
She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway.
He says, ''That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-LB. test line and It's a good all around combination and it's on sale this week for only $20.00."
She says, ''It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter...I'll take it!' and as she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor.
''Oh, that sounds like a Master Card,'' he says.
She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts. At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was she who tooted...Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.
The man rings up the sale and says, ''That'll be $34.50 please.''
The woman is totally confused by this and asks, ''Didn't you tell me the rod and reel were on sale for $20.00?...How did you get $34.50?''
He replies, ''Yes Ma'am...The rod and reel is $20.00, but the Duck Call is $11.00 and the Bear Repellent is $3.50"
She says, ''Excuse me sir, can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?''
He says''Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes.''
She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway.
He says, ''That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-LB. test line and It's a good all around combination and it's on sale this week for only $20.00."
She says, ''It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter...I'll take it!' and as she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor.
''Oh, that sounds like a Master Card,'' he says.
She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts. At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was she who tooted...Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.
The man rings up the sale and says, ''That'll be $34.50 please.''
The woman is totally confused by this and asks, ''Didn't you tell me the rod and reel were on sale for $20.00?...How did you get $34.50?''
He replies, ''Yes Ma'am...The rod and reel is $20.00, but the Duck Call is $11.00 and the Bear Repellent is $3.50"
A case of mistaken identity
A drunken man walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her and kissed her. She jumped up and slapped him silly.
He immediately apologised and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."
"Why you worthless, insufferable, wretched, no good drunk!" she screamed.
"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."
He immediately apologised and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."
"Why you worthless, insufferable, wretched, no good drunk!" she screamed.
"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."
Eat the Watermelons
A farmer in the country has a watermelon patch and upon inspection he discovers that some of the local kids have been helping themselves to a feast.
The farmer thinks of ways to discourage this profit-eating situation. So he puts up a sign that reads: "WARNING! ONE OF THESE WATERMELONS CONTAINS CYANIDE!"
He smiled smugly as he watched the kids run off the next night without eating any of his melons.
The farmer returns to the watermelon patch a week later to discover that none of the watermelons have been eaten, but finds another sign that reads: "NOW THERE ARE TWO!"
The farmer thinks of ways to discourage this profit-eating situation. So he puts up a sign that reads: "WARNING! ONE OF THESE WATERMELONS CONTAINS CYANIDE!"
He smiled smugly as he watched the kids run off the next night without eating any of his melons.
The farmer returns to the watermelon patch a week later to discover that none of the watermelons have been eaten, but finds another sign that reads: "NOW THERE ARE TWO!"
Out of Town
A man takes a girl in his car and stops seven miles out of town, and says he wants to make love to her. She refuses, and walks back.
The second night he takes her twelve miles out of town and tells her he really wants to make love to her bad. She still refuses and walks back.
The third night he takes her thirty miles away and lo and behold, she gives in.
Afterwards, he asks her why she finally gave in. She shrugged and said I'll walk seven miles, even twelve miles, to save a friend of mine from a case of herpes but thirty miles NO WAY !!!!
The second night he takes her twelve miles out of town and tells her he really wants to make love to her bad. She still refuses and walks back.
The third night he takes her thirty miles away and lo and behold, she gives in.
Afterwards, he asks her why she finally gave in. She shrugged and said I'll walk seven miles, even twelve miles, to save a friend of mine from a case of herpes but thirty miles NO WAY !!!!
Onestone
This was his Indian name given to him because he had only one testicle. After years and years of this torment Onestone cracked and said, "If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!"
The word got around and nobody called him that any more. Then one day a young girl named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest. There he screwed her all day, he screwed her all night, he screwed her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant business.
Years went by until a woman named Red Bird returned to the village after many years away. Red Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone and hugged him and said, "It's good to see you, Onestone." Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he screwed her all day, screwed her all night, screwed her all the next day, screwed her all the next night, but Red Bird wouldn't die.
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The word got around and nobody called him that any more. Then one day a young girl named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest. There he screwed her all day, he screwed her all night, he screwed her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant business.
Years went by until a woman named Red Bird returned to the village after many years away. Red Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone and hugged him and said, "It's good to see you, Onestone." Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he screwed her all day, screwed her all night, screwed her all the next day, screwed her all the next night, but Red Bird wouldn't die.
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Passwords Kids
My kids love going to the Web, and they keep track of their passwords by writing them on Post-it notes.
I noticed their Disney password was "MickeyMinnieGoofyPluto," and so I asked why it was so long. "Because,"my son explained, "they say it has to have at least four characters."
I noticed their Disney password was "MickeyMinnieGoofyPluto," and so I asked why it was so long. "Because,"my son explained, "they say it has to have at least four characters."
Self Appraisal
A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone.
He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digit phone numbers.
The store-owner observed & curiously listened to the conversation: Boy: "Ma'am, can you please give me the job of cutting your lawn"?
Woman: "No thanks. I already have someone to cut my lawn."
Boy: "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now."
Woman: "I'm very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn".
Boy: (with more perseverance): "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in the entire area..."
Woman: "No, thank you"!
With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.
Store Owner: "Hey Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."
Boy: "No, thanks"!
Store Owner: "But you were really pleading for one"!!
Boy: "No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the job I already have. I am the one, who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"
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That’s what is called "Self-Appraisal"... Often talked, seldom done, irrespective, of the profession!
He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digit phone numbers.
The store-owner observed & curiously listened to the conversation: Boy: "Ma'am, can you please give me the job of cutting your lawn"?
Woman: "No thanks. I already have someone to cut my lawn."
Boy: "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now."
Woman: "I'm very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn".
Boy: (with more perseverance): "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in the entire area..."
Woman: "No, thank you"!
With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.
Store Owner: "Hey Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job."
Boy: "No, thanks"!
Store Owner: "But you were really pleading for one"!!
Boy: "No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the job I already have. I am the one, who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"
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That’s what is called "Self-Appraisal"... Often talked, seldom done, irrespective, of the profession!
Don't Fart in Bed!
If this story doesn ' t make you cry for laughing so hard, let me know and I ' ll pray for you.
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was
the husband ' s habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air... Every morning she would plead with him to
stop ripping them off because it was making her sick.
He told her he couldn ' t stop it and that it was perfectly natural.
She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by
and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Xmas morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she
looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver an d all the spare parts and a
malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of
horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, ' Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn ' t listen to you.'
'What do you mean? ' asked his wife. ' Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
'But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.
This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was
the husband ' s habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air... Every morning she would plead with him to
stop ripping them off because it was making her sick.
He told her he couldn ' t stop it and that it was perfectly natural.
She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by
and he continued to rip them out!
Then one Xmas morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she
looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver an d all the spare parts and a
malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.
Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom.
The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good.
About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of
horror on his face.
She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter. He said, ' Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn ' t listen to you.'
'What do you mean? ' asked his wife. ' Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened.
'But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in.
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