A man is watching a movie when he notices that the woman sitting in front of him has a German shepherd. At first he’s annoyed someone has a dog with them, but as he watches the dog, he realizes the dog is watching the movie - and enjoying it! It’s wagging its tail at the funny parts, whining the sad parts, and during one scary scene it hides its eyes with its paw. He’s amazed, figuring this must be the smartest dog that ever lived.
When the movie ends he leans over and say “Miss, that’s an amazing dog. I’ve never seen anything like it. I can’t believe your German shepherd enjoyed watching this movie!”
“Neither can I,” says the woman, “he hated the book.”
Ba-dum-ching!
A guy walks into a bar and orders a drink. He pulls out a burlap sack and removes a tiny piano from it. He sets it up with a little piano stool on the bar. Next he takes out a hamster. The hamster walks up to the piano, sits down, and promptly launches into “The Entertainer.”
Everyone is crowded around now, clapping and cheering in amazement, but the fun is not yet over. Now the guy reaches into the sack again and produces a bullfrog. He sits the frog on the bar and, with the hamster accompanying it on piano, the frog sings “Danny Boy” so beautifully everyone in the bar is moved to tears. As the song ends the bar erupts in thunderous applause and the hamster and bullfrog start in on some more numbers.
Another man taps the animals’ owner on the shoulder and says, “Excuse me, but are those animals for sale?”
“Well, I might sell the bullfrog,” says the man.
“Okay,” says the other, “I’ll give you five hundred dollars for him.”
The man says sure, hands the bullfrog over, and takes his money.
After the new owner walks away the bartender leans over and says “You know, it’s none of my business what you do with your property, but I gotta tell you I think you were crazy for selling that frog so cheap. I mean, these are the most amazing animals in the world. You got ripped off.”
“Not really,” says the man. “The hamster’s a ventriloquist.”
Ba-dum-bump!
The two Scotsmen have been golfing every Monday, Thursday and Saturday since they retired more than twenty years ago. The seventeenth hole of the course they frequent lies next to a highway, and down the highway a peice is a funeral home, so just about every time they tee off at the 17th, there’s a funeral procession going by. Not that this ever once distracted them from their game.
One day they’re hitting from the fairway on the 17th as per usual when a funeral procession, as per usual, goes trundling by. Hearse, bereaved relatives, the whole shebang. Suddenly, MacAvoy doffs his cap and stands briefly in respect, then resumes his game.
Says MacCarron, “MacAvoy, I’ve been watchin’ ye play golf for better than twenty years and I nae ever seen ye do that. Musta been an important soul just passed by.”
“Well,” says MacAvoy, “After all, I WAS married to her for fifty years!”