Shitty jokes

The man, the ostrich, and the cat

A Guy in Ireland walks up to the bar with a big ostrich behind him. As he sits, a small cat jumps up on the stool beside him. The barman comes over, regarding the trio with some curiosity, and says, “What’ll it be?” The man says, “I’ll have a pint,” and turns to the ostrich, “What’s yours?” “I’ll have a pint as well,” says the ostrich. The man looks at the cat, and says, “I suppose you want a drink too.” The cat replies, “I’ll have a half, but I ain’t fookin’ payin’!” So the barman pulls two and a half pints, and says, “That’ll be three pounds forty, please.” The man reaches into his pocket, feels around, and pulls out exactly three-forty in change. A while later, the same thing happens, and the man pulls the exact amount out of the same pocket.

The next day, the man, the ostrich, and the cat return to the same bar. “I’ll have a pint,” says the man. "Same for me,"says the ostrich, and the cat orders up a half… “But I ain’t fookin’ payin’!” Repeat of yesterday. The Bloke pays each time with the exact amount from his pocket. This becomes almost a regular routine until late one evening, the trio enters again. “The same?” asks the barman. “Well”, says the man, “it’s close to last orders. I’ll have a large whiskey.” He turns to the ostrich to inquire. The bird says, "I’ll have a large whiskey as well."The cat says, “I’ll have a small whiskey… but I ain’t fookin’ payin’!” The barman rings up the drinks and turns, with a sly grin, “that’ll be seven pounds twenty, please.” To his amazement, the man pulls the exact seven & twenty out of his pocket. As the trio are finishing their drinks, the barman can’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Excuse
me, sir, but before you leave there’s something I must know… how do you manage to always come up with the exact change out of your pocket?”

“Well,” says the man, “several years ago, I took care of an old lady well into her nineties, and when she died, she left me her old house. As I was cleaning out the attic, I found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a genie appeared and offered me two wishes.” “That’s fantastic”, says the barkeep, “What did you wish for?” “Well, if I ever need to pay for anything, I just put my hand in my pocket and the right money will always be there.”

“That’s brilliant,” says the barman, “most people would wish for a million pounds or something, but you’ll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live.” “That’s right, whether its a quart of milk or even a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there. The best thing I ever did!” As he turns to go, the barman calls him back and says, “One last thing, sir… your friends there… we don’t get many cats or ostriches drinkin’ in 'ere…?”

The man looks glum. “Yes, I know. That’s probably the worst thing I ever did, but I’m stuck with 'em. You see, for my second wish from the genie, I asked for a chick with long legs and a tight pussy.”

The Misdirected Vacation E-Mail

An Illinois man left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation
in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet
him there the next day. When he reached his hotel in Florida, he
decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of
paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to
type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter and his note
was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had
passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her
e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and
fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into
the room and saw this note on the screen:

DEAREST WIFE: JUST GOT CHECKED IN. EVERYTHING PREPARED FOR YOUR
ARRIVAL TOMORROW.

P.S. SURE IS HOT DOWN HERE.

Bathroom Messages

The best way to a man’s heart is to saw his breast plate open.
Women’s restroom, Murphy’s, Champaign, IL

Don’t trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn’t die.
-Men’s restroom, Murphy’s, Champaign, IL

If you can piss this high, join the fire department.

  • On the wall in the men’s restroom at a height of 6 feet O’Ryan’s Irish Pub. Ashland, Oregon.

Beauty is only a light switch away.

  • Perkins Library. Duke University. Durham, North Carolina.

I’ve decided that to raise my grades I must lower my standards.
-Houghton Library, Harvard University. Cambridge,Massachusetts.

If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then
let’s all get wasted together and have the time of our lives.
-Armand’s Pizza. Washington, DC

Remember, it’s not, “How high are you?” it’s “Hi, how are you?”
-Rest stop off Route 81. West Virginia.

God made pot. Man made beer. Who do you trust?
-The Irish Times. Washington, DC

No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of
putting up with her shit.
-Men’s Room, Linda’s Bar and Grill. Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

To do is to be. -Descartes
To be is to do. -Voltaire
Do be do be do. -Frank Sinatra
-Men’s restroom, Greasewood Flats. Scottsdale, Arizona.

It’s hard to make a comeback when you haven’t been anywhere.
-Written in the dust on the back of a bus. Wickenburg,Arizona.

Make love, not war.-Hell, do both, get married!
-Women’s restroom, The Filling Station. Bozeman, Montana.

God is dead. -Nietzsche
Nietzsche is dead. -God
-The Tombs Restaurant. Washington, DC

A Woman’s Rule of Thumb: If it has tires or testicles, you’re going to have trouble with it.
-Women’s restroom, Dick’s Last Resort. Dallas, Texas.

Watch out for Gay Limbo Dancers
-Inside toilet stall door, Men’s restroom,

Express Lane: Five beers or less
-Sign over one of the urinals, Ed Debevic’s. Phoenix, AZ.

How Hot Is It In Hell? (a true story)

A thermodynamics professor had written a take home exam for his graduate
students. It had one question: “Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or
endothermic (absorbs heat)? Support your answer with a proof.”

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law
(gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or
some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So, we
need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they
are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to
Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different
religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state
that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.
Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not
belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all
souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect
the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s
Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to
stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:

1). If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls
enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase
until all Hell breaks loose.

2). Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase
of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell
freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Therese Banyan during my
Freshman year, “That it will be a cold night in Hell before sleep with
you,” and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in
having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true, and so Hell is
exothermic.

The student got the only A.

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?

Pat Buchanan: To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.

Louis Farrakhan: The road, you will see, represents the black man. The
chicken crossed the “black man” in order to trample him and keep him
down.

Bill Gates: I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both
cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it
gets 1.4999999999.

The Bible: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the
chicken, “Thou shalt cross the road.” And the Chicken crossed the road,
and there was much rejoicing.

Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares
why? The ends of crossing the road justify whatever motive there was.

Freud: The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road
reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

L.A. Police Department: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll
find out.

Timothy Leary: Because that’s the only kind of trip the Establishment
would let it take.

Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the
chicken did not cross the road.

Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were
quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

Saddam Hussein #2: It is the Mother of all Chickens.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes! The chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed it, I’ve not been
told!

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.

Martin Luther King, Jr.: I envision a world where all chickens will be
free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

Joseph Stalin: I don’t care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my
omelette.

Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated
that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and,
therefore, synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

John Locke: Because he was exercising his natural right to liberty.

Albert Camus: It doesn’t matter; the chicken’s actions have no meaning
except to him.

Mulder: It was a government conspiracy.

Scully: It was a simple bio-mechanical reflex that is commonly found in
chickens.

Darwin: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally
selected in such a way that they are now genetically dispositioned to
cross roads.

Darwin #2: It was the logical next step after coming down from the
trees.

Oliver Stone: The question is not “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
but is rather “Who was crossing the road at the same time whom we
overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?”

Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn’t anyone
ever think to ask, “What the heck was this chicken doing walking around
all over the place anyway?”

The Pope: That is only for God to know.

Immanuel Kant: The chicken, being an autonomous being, chose to cross
the road of his own free will.

Grandpa: In my day, we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road.
Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good
enough for us.

M.C.Escher: That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at
the time.

George Orwell: Because the government had fooled him into thinking that
he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only
serving their interests.

Colonel Sanders: I missed one?

Plato: For the greater good.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes
also across you.

B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences, which had pervaded its
sensorium from birth, had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it
would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of
its own free will.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself,
the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road
crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Emily Dickenson: Because it could not stop for death.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

O.J.: It didn’t. I was playing golf with it at the time.

EuroEnglish

The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been
reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European
communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of negotiations, her Majesty Government conceded that English
spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year
phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).

In the first year, “s” will be used instead of the soft “c”. Sertainly,
sivil servants will reseive this news with joy. Also, the hard “c” will
be replased with “k”. Not only will this klear up konfusion, but
typewriters kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the
troublesome “ph” will be replased by “f”. This will make words like
“fotograf” 20 per sent shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be
expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are
possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters,
which have always been a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre
that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgraful, and
they would go.

By the forth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing
“th” by “z” and “w” by “v”. During ze fifz year ze unesesary “o” kan be
dropd from vords kontaining “ou” and similar changes vud of kors be
aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.

After zis fifz year, ve vil hav a reli sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be
no mor trobls or difikultis and evrivum vil find it ezi tu understand
ech ozer. Ze drem vil finali kum tru.