Don't Read if You Can't Take a Joke

I’ve been asking myself where exactly idiotboy crossed the line with his How to be a Liberal thread. His post definitely comes across as a jugular more than as a jocular. Yet, I wonder if the strong reaction he got was really a result of his invective tone as much as it was the famously poor sense of humor. You know what I’m talking about:

Wag: How many feminists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Feminist: That’s not funny.

Of course, nobody ever admits to having a poor sense of humor. But it occurs to me that instead of getting huffy and hissy when someone like idiotboy starts throwing salt around, why don’t we show that we can take a joke, and that we can give as good as we get.

Therefore, I propose we declare open season on other people’s political views. Here are the rules:

  1. No joke is better than a lame one. Those who do not observe this rule will be declared to honk on Bobo.

  2. Nobody is allowed to lose their cool. Anybody who loses their cool will be declared to suck a monkey’s ass.

  3. Nobody is allowed to get personal. Anybody who gets personal will be declared to fuck like Don Knotts.

  4. I, Johnny Angel am the supreme arbiter of what’s funny, cool and getting personal.

  5. Fire at will.

A slight clarification of the rules:

  1. It is better not to make a joke at all than to make a lame one…

Right-o. Carry on.

A political activist named Dave was just arriving in Hell, and was told he had a choice to make. He could go to Capitalist Hell or to Communist Hell.
Naturally, Dave wanted to compare the two, so he wandered over to Capitalist Hell. There outside the door was Adam Smith, looking bored.

“What’s it like in there?” asked Dave.

“Well,” replied Adam, “In Capitalist Hell, they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let a vulture tear your liver out, and cut you up into small
pieces with sharp knives.”

“That’s terrible!!” gasped Dave. “I’m going to check out Communist Hell!” He went over to Communist Hell, where he discovered a huge line of people
waiting to get in; the line circled around the lobby seven times before receding off into the horizon.

Dave pushed his way through to the head of the line, where he found Karl Marx busily signing people in. Dave asked Karl what Communist Hell was like.

“In Communist Hell,” said Marx impatiently, “they flay you alive, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and let vultures tear out your liver, and cut you up into
small pieces with sharp knives.”

“But … but that’s the same as Capitalist Hell!” protested Dave.

“True,” sighed Marx, “but sometimes we don’t have oil, sometimes we don’t have knives …”

Honk on Bobo!

Strom Thurmond, Jesse Helms and Pat Buchanan all die and go to Hell. Satan gathers them together to deliniate their eternal torments.

Satan opens the first of three doors to a room full of naked men having a huge homosexual orgy!

“In you go, Strom,” says He, and pushes him inside.

Satan then opens the second door and there’s Robert Mapplethorpe with a huge pile of dung and a huge vat of urine and a camera, with a knowing smile on his face.

“You’re up, Jesse,” says Satan, and pushes Sen. Helms inside.

Finally, Satan opens the last door, and there’s… Claudia Schiffer! She’s dressed in a slinky neglige and tied up spread-eagle on a bed of satin.

“Well,” says Pat, rubbing his hands together, “this won’t be so bad!”

Satan says, “Claudia, it’s time for your punishment…”

{insert drum rimshot here}

Esprix


Ask the Gay Guy!

Please allow me to honk on Bobo.

Two sodium atoms are walking down the street.

“Damn!” says the first sodium atom. “I just lost an electron!”

“Are you sure?” asks the second sodium atom.

“I’m positive.”

God, rather fed-up, decides to destroy the world. He tells the editor of the New York Times, with whom He consults on all His major decisions. The editor tries to reason with God, but God is firm on the matter.

“Okay,” says the editor, “you’re going to destroy the world—but can you at least give us an exclusive?” God thinks it over for a moment and says no, He’d also give it to the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, and USA Today.

The next day, the New York Times features a tastefully small headline noting that the world would end tomorrow. The Wall Street Journal’s front page features a large banner: World to End Tomorrow; Markets to Close Early.'' USA Today's front page is nothing but a gigantic headline: WE’RE GONE!’’

For its part, the Washington Post’s headline reads: ``World to End Tomorrow; Women and Minorities Affected Most.’’

Did you hear about the redneck that passed away and left his entire estate in trust for his beloved widow? She can’t touch it till she’s fourteen.

I had a problem with Idiotboy cutting and pasting a post entirely from an e-mail and, IMO, the jokes weren’t that funny. However, I had a bigger problem with people who took offense at his post and replied with a point-by-point breakdown about how his “joke” was inaccurate.

Honk!

This flea is sitting, tanning himself on Miami’s South Beach. In flies his friend, another flea, who is shivering and shaking. The first flea asks him whats wrong.

 "I hitched a ride on this biker dudes mustache and now I'm freezing." replies the second flea.

The first flea tells him that he has it all wrong, he needs to go to the airport, go into the women’s bathroom, sit on the toilet seat and wait for a stewardess to sit down and then enjoy the ride.

Well a few weeks later the same flea is sitting on the beach when his friend, the second flea, flies over.

“What happened to you, you’re almost frozen?” asked the first flea.

The second flea tells him,
“I did exactly what you said, I went to the airport, went to the restroom, waited for a stewardess, jumped on, and damn, the next thing I knew I was back on that biker dudes mustache.”


“I have a lot of good ideas, problem is most of them suck.” -George Carlin

Let’s try to stick to making fun of other people’s politics or religion. There’s another thread going for regular jokes.

The Pope and the Queen of England attended an Anglican and Catholic commemoration of the of the Anglo-Irish accords. They stood on a balcony overlooking a thronging crowd of thousands.

The Queen said to the pope, “Would you please remove your hat?”

The Pope said, “I cannot. It is an ancient symbol of my office.”

“But,” said the Queen, “it makes you look taller than the Queen of England, therefore suggesting that you are higher in status.”

The Pope said, “I am, after all, the leader of the world-wide Roman Catholic Church.”

“Yes,” said the Queen, “But you are in England now, and I am the leader of the Anglican church. On this soil, I am more important than you. If you don’t believe me, then I shall show you. With a mere wave of my hand, I can start my English subjects roaring with cheers.”

With this the queen leans forward and waves to the crowd. The crowd erupts with deafening cheers.

When the cheering subsides, the Queen says, “So now will you remove your hat?”

“No, your highness,” said the Pope. “You see, there are also a great many Irish among the crowd, and many Catholics among them. And with a mere wave of my arm I could start them cheering with such joy that they will cheer your English subjucts clear into the Thames, and will be remembered for generations to come.”

“Frankly, your holliness,” said the Queen, “I think senility has finally taken you. But go ahead, if you can. I should very much like to see such a demonstration.”

So the Pope slapped her.

The Pope is coming to town on a Friday, so the local priest goes to the docks to go buy a fish to serve. At the docks, a fisherman lifts a huge fish out of his boat. “Hey! Look at the big son-of-a-bitch I just caught!” he yells.

The priest just happens to be walking by, and when the fisherman sees him he becomes very nervous. “Uh… sorry father… it’s just… the name of this fish is the Sonofabitch! Yeah, that’s the kind of a fish it is!”

“Oh really? Well, may I buy that sonofabitch?”

“Um… sure Father.”

SO the priest brings back the fish and he gives it to a nun and he says, “Scale this sonofabitch for me, sister.”

“Father!”

“That’s the type of fish it is, sister- a sonofabitch.”

“Well, alright then. I’ll scale the sonofabitch.”

After she scales the fish she calls in an alter boy known for his cooking skills and says, “Cook this sonofabitch.”

“Sister!”

“That’s the type of fish it is, a sonofabitch.”

“Oh, ok, sister. I will cook the sonofabitch.”

So the Pope arrives and they bring him the fish.

The priest says, “For dinner, I found you this sonofabitch.”

“And I scaled the sonofabitch,” says the nun.

“And I cooked the sonofabitch,” says the alter boy.

The Pope looks at them a moment in confusion. Then he puts his feet up and takes off his hat.

“You know,” he says, “you motherfuckers are all right.”

The Pope is touring the state, and he’s travelling by limo to his next appointment. He gets an unusual idea and says to the driver, “You know, I haven’t driven a car since I was a priest. Do you mind if I drive?”

The driver agrees, they switch places and the Pope is driving. Naturally, since he hasn’t driven in a while, he’s a little shaky and gets going a little too fast.

A cop sees the limo and pulls it over. He walks up the driver’s side window and starts his “Do you know why I stopped you?” spiel, but breaks off in mid-word.

He radios the station and gets the lieutenant, and says, "Lou, I’m in a lot of trouble! I just pulled over somebody big.

The lieutenant says, “What, a senator?”

The cop replies, “No, bigger!”

“The Governor?”

“No, bigger than the governor!”

“The President

“No, bigger than the president! This guy is so big the Pope is driving him around!”

An engineer dies.
He reports to the perly gates where Saint Peter informs him that they are already over their quota of engineers and he will have to go to the other place.
So the engineer dutifully reports to hell.
Soon he gets uncomfortable and starts working.
Pretty soon hell has escalators, running water and air conditioning.

One day God calls down to Satan and asks how things are going. Satan relies
“Things are great down here, we have escalators and air conditioning”
“What…how did that happen” exclaims God"Those are not in the original design"
“Oh we have this engineer down her and he is doing an ecellent job” says Satan.
“I want him back up here, now” says God
“No way” says Satan"He’s working on an Ice Cream maker for me right now"
“I WANT HIM NOW” exclames God"Or I will sue!!’

“Sue?” retorts Satan"Now, where are YOU going to find a lawyer??"

Guy was walking down the street one day. He really needed to get laid. He finally managed to wander across a young woman who he thought might be willing to help him. When he propositioned her, she replied on what did he have to pay her.

well, All I have to offer is this duck.

The young woman thought about it, this would be her one good deed for the year, so she said okay.

They went upstairs, got their groove on, and when they were done, they laid there for a moment.

The young lady then replied, “That was the best sex I’ve had, do me again!”
He replied, “I dont have anything to give you.”
“I’ll give you your duck back, just do me again!” she replied

And for the second time that day they got their groove on. Once again they laid there, and the mans duck flew out the window. A horn honked and splat – the young man ran down stairs to find his duck a grease spot in the road

“oh my lord, my duck, my duck, thats the only thing I own in the world, oh my duck.”

“here, here is $500, just forget about your duck.”

The man walked home, and his roommate said hi, how was your day?"

“I got a fuck for a duck, a duck for a fuck, and $500 for a fucked up duck.”


Kinooning it up for 20 years and counting

A black guy, a Jewish guy and a Texan happen to be strolling down the beach one day. All of a sudden, a genie arises out of a bottle that one of them had accidently kicked open. The genie could not tell which one opened his bottle so he said “I usually give the opener 3 wishes but in this case, I am going to give you three guys one wish each.”

The Jewish guy says “I wish that all the Jews could live in peace in the Holy Land without threats of terrorism or intimidation from all of the peoples who have persecuted us.” The genie snapped his finger and the Jewish guy disappeared.

The black guy says “I wish that all my black brothers and sisters were living in peace in Africa without the injustice and bigotry that we have had to put up with here from the white people.” The genie snapped his finger and the black guy disappeared.

The Texan was starring at this with his eyes almost popping out of his head. The genie turned to him and asked what was his wish. The Texan said “Let me get this straight. That Jewish guy wanted all of the Jews to be in Isreal living in peace and you moved them there by snapping your finger?” The genie nodded. “And that black guy wanted all the black people to be in Africa free from oppression and bigotry and you moved them there too?” The genie again nodded.

The Texan said “Hmmm, well in that case, I think I would just like a beer.”

How many radical feminists does it take to change a light bulb?

– Two, one to change the bulb, and the other to suck my dick.


…send lawyers, guns, and money…

       Warren Zevon

Got a bunch:

Two black guys are visiting the Vatican, and they decide to have a barbeque, right outside the Pope’s room. After a while, they see the Pope coming out onto his balcony, and one black guy jumps into the bushes. He sees His Holiness come out, look down at the other black guy, bless him with his hand in the sign of the cross, and go back inside.

As he’s coming out of the bushes, the black guy says, “Man, that is one alright guy! I can’t believe he blessed you!”

“Blessed me?” said the second black guy. “Hell, no! He said, 'You, take your barbeque and the nigger in the bushes and get the hell out of here!”

(I suppose it’s funner with the visual. Anywho…)

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A guy is driving down the road and he sees a sign that says, “The Little Sisters of Mercy Convent and Whorehouse - next right.” Well, being more than a little intrigued, and having a weird fetish for habits, he decides to give it a try.

Sure enough, he turns right, and there it is - “The Little Sisters of Mercy Convent and Whorehouse.” He knocks on the door, and a little old nun opens up the door and lets him in.

“I’m here about the… um…” says the man. The sister holds up her hand. “Say no more, my son. That’ll be $100.” Surprised at her forthrightness, he hands her the money.

The sister says, “Now go down that hallway, take the last door on your right, and there you’ll get what you paid for.” So he goes down the hall, opens the door on the right, walks in…

And winds up outside. Surprised, he turns around, and posted on the door is a sign that says, “You have just been screwed by The Little Sisters of Mercy!”

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Three nuns die and go to heaven. St. Peter says, “Before you can enter, you must wash the part of your body that is unclean by having touched a man’s penis.”

Sheepishly, the first nun approaches the basin and gently washes her hands, and St. Peter lets her in the Pearly Gates.

The second nun approaches the basin, but before she gets there the third nun jumps ahead of her and says, “Hey, at least let me rinse my mouth before she douches!”

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A little old nun was walking home to the convent one night when a man jumps out from behind the bushes, drags her back and has his way with her. Afterwards, he says, “So what are you going to tell the Holy Father now, Sister?”

She says, “I’m going to tell him the truth. I’m going to tell him I was walking home to the convent when a man jumped out from behind the bushes and raped me twice… unless you’re tired.”

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One day the Queen and Lady Diana hop into the Bentley for a drive in the country. They happen upon a man in the road, but when they stop to help him, he jumps up with a gun.

“OK, your highness, give me that wedding ring Charles gave you.”

“Oh, uh, I left it back at the palace,” says Lady Di.

“Huh. Fine, then, your majesty, give me your royal tiara!”

“Oh, uh, I left it back at the palace,” says the Queen.

“Oh, fine, then I’ll just take the car!” And he jumps into the Bentley and drives off.

While walking back to the palace, the Queen says, “Diana, I know you had your ring on when you left the palace. Where did you hide it?”

Diana sheepishly points to her crotch and says, “Down there.” Then she says, “I know you had your tiara on when we left the palace - where did you hide it?”

The queen sheepishly points to her crotch and says, “Down there.”

After a moment more of walking, Princess Di says, “It’s a shame Princess Margaret didn’t come along - we could have saved the Bentley.”

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Father O’Flagherty is in the confessional and he needs to take a pee badly, but there is a line of sinners waiting to repent. He leans out the back of the confessional and grabs Tommy, the altar boy. “Tommy, cover for me!”

Tommy says, “But I don’t know anything about pennance for sins!”

“It’s easy,” says the priest, running off to the john. “There’s a list in there of what pennance people should do depending on what they did. Just read the list!”

So Tommy goes into the confessional, and the first parishoner comes in. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned - I had impure thoughts about my brother-in-law.” Tommy looks up “impure thoughts,” and tells the woman to say 10 hail Mary’s.

The second parishoner comes in and says, “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned - I cheated on my wife.” So Tommy looks up “adultery,” and tells them man to say 50 hail Mary’s.

The third parishoner comes in and says, “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned - last night I gave a man a blowjob.” Well, Tommy looks up “blowjob,” but there’s nothing listed, so he leans out the back of the confessional and grabs Jimmy, another altar boy.

“Hey, Jimmy! What does Father O’Flagherty give for a blowjob?”

Jimmy replies, “Two twinkies and a Yoo Hoo.”

(Alternate punchline: “Ten bucks, same as downtown,” which is usually used with a nun instead of an altar boy.)

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Esprix, who has a million of 'em…


Ask the Gay Guy!

During National Ecumenical Week, Rabbi Feldman is visting the aforementioned Father O’Flagherty to learn more about the Catholic religion. Late Saturday afternoon, the good Rabbi is joining the Father in the confessional.

A woman enters the confessional. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession. Since then, I’ve committed the sin of Adultery three times.”

Father O’Flagherty replies, “That’ll be five Hail Marys, five Our Fathers and five dollars in the poor box.”

Later, another woman enters. “Bless me, Father… I’ve committed the sin of Adultery three times.”

Again, Father O’Flagherty replies, “That’ll be five Hail Marys, five Our Fathers and five dollars in the poor box.”

Soon afterwards, an altar boy runs up to the confessional and exlaims, “Father! Mr. Smith is dying and you’re the only one who can administer the Last Rites!”

Father O’Flagherty says to Rabbi Feldman, “Rabbi, I have to go see to this man, and I may be all night. But these people have to have confession or they can’t receive communion tomorrow morning. You’re a man of God, please help me out!”

The Rabbi agrees. Father O’Flagherty continues, “You’ve been paying attention, you know the drill. Just make sure you get the five dollars for the poor box.”

Father O’Flagherty leaves. Rabbi Feldman takes over, and he’s doing a creditable job.

Then a woman enters the confessional. “Bless me, Father… I’ve committed the sin of Adultery.”

The rabbi asks, “How many times?”

“Just once.”

“Just once? Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course!”

The Rabbi thinks a moment and finally replies, “Ok, that’s five Hail Marys, five Our Fathers, five dollars in the poor box, and the Church owes you two f***s.”


If Cecil Adams did not exist, we would be obliged to create Him.

Now those were totally sick, politically incorrect and funny as hell! :smiley:

By the way, I consider myself a feminist. Some do need to buy a sense of humor.


Bitch by Birth

A girl goes to confession:

“Father, I had sex with Sean O’Brien. Then I did it again, then again.”

“Alright me child. Say seven Our Fathers and suck the juice of seven lemons.”

“Will that wash the stain from my soul?”

“No, but it’ll wipe the smile from your face!”