More Jokes

Marie Curie was a beautiful woman.

She grew more radiant every day.


“May you live as long as you want and not want as long as you live!” is an Irish toast.

“Bread, cinnamon, eggs and maple syrup!” is a French toast.


Russian Election

One of Putin’s ministers come to see him.
“Sir, I have good news and bad news.”
Putin sighed and said, “tell me the bad news.”
“The bad news is that no-one voted for you in the election.”
Putin stood, his face flushed with anger. “Well, what’s the good news?”
The minister cowered before answering, “you won anyway!”


Julia Roberts has a new movie coming out on St. Patrick’s Day.

She stars as a feisty legal assistant who exposes the toxic chemicals in green beer. It’s called Erin Go-bragh-kovich.


A professor at Oxford University is retiring after a brilliant career spanning several decades.

At the farewell dinner, all his fellow professors and colleagues gather to congratulate him, thank him for his service, and give rousing speeches about how great his contribution to the University and the world has been.

Someone proposes a toast, and just as they begin, there’s a flash of light accompanied by divine music, and … there in front of the gathering is an Angel from heaven. Turns out that the gods have also been impressed by the professor.

The Angel turns to the professor and says “Sir, you have been an exceptional human being and an inspirational teacher. As a mark of appreciation from the gods themselves, I have been asked to grant you a Wish: you can choose between Infinite Wisdom and Infinite Wealth. Speak, sir, what would you have?”

Without hesitating, the professor chooses Infinite Wisdom.

“So be it”, says the Angel, waves a wand, and then vanishes.

A dim halo appears around the professor’s head.

The gathering has been stunned into silence by all this. Finally someone finds the voice to speak, and tells the professor “well… say something”.

The professor says, “I should have taken the money”.

A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.

Cap’m Crunch, Lucky the leprechaun, and the Trix rabbit have all been found murdered in recent months.

Police believe they’re all victims of character assassination.


What’s the difference between St Patrick’s Day and Martin Luther King Day?

On St. Paddy’s Day, everyone pretends to be Irish.


Last St. Patrick’s day I drank too much and had to take a bus home.

That may not be a big deal to you, but I’ve never driven a bus before


Why shouldn’t you iron a shamrock?

Because you don’t want to press your luck.


There was a young lady from Clyde

Who ate a bad apple and died.

The apple fermented

inside the lamented,

Making cider inside her insides.

Character assassination?
Done by a cereal killer.

That is why he was called “Cap’m Crunch”, I guess. But when is the Crunchberrial? And why do police suspect the Cocoa Puffs spokescuckoo?

I went to the strip club this weekend with a bag of quarters.

Some people make it rain; I made it hail.


What does a samurai do when he wants to ride in the front row?

He calls shogun.


Scientists have discovered the cause of impotence in old age.

All the stiffness goes to the back and the knees.


A guy at church claimed he was a bishop, but I know he was lying.

He wasn’t moving diagonally.


It is not well known, but when Noah’s ark sailed, the male dog didn’t make it onboard.

But it worked out because he was a good buoy.

True story:

I had a Scottish colleague at work and we got to talking about a wonderful single malt whisky he had at home. I showed great interest and he told me he would bring it to the office the next day “for a sniff.”

I figured that was a Scottish term for having a drink and I said I looked forward to it.

Next day sure enough he brought out the bottle, pulled out the stopper, stuck the bottle under my nose and said, here, sniff.

Son asks Dad, “How much does marriage cost?”

Dad: “I don’t know, Son; I’m still paying for it.”


Boy, aged 4: Dad, I’ve decided to get married.

Dad: Wonderful; do you have a girl in mind?!

Boy: Yes… grandma! She said she loves me, I love her, too…and she’s the best cook & story teller in the whole world!

Dad: That’s nice, but we have a small problem there!

Boy: What problem?!

Dad: She happens to be my mother. How can you marry my mother!

Boy: Why not?! You married mine!


“Hey, Dad, have you seen my sunglasses?”

“No, Son, have you seen my dad glasses?”


How do trees feel in the Spring?

Relieved.


What does the writer suffer from each spring?

A case of allegories.

I had a headache last night, so I put some margarine on it and went to bed.

I can’t believe it’s not better.


At 7am one morning a man stumbles, blind drunk, with lipstick on his face and collar, into his kitchen and is confronted by his furious wife.

“I suppose there’s a good reason why you have come home in that state?”

“Breakfast!” replies the man.


A lost sales rep stops to ask a passing Marine for directions.

“Excuse me,” says the rep, “what’s the quickest way to Exeter?”
The Marine thinks for a moment and then asks, “Are you walking or driving?”
“I’m driving,” replies the man.
“Yep. That’s the quickest way!” says the Marine.


Who is the coolest guy in the hospital?

The ultra-sound guy.

When the ultra-sound guy is off, who is the coolest guy in the hospital?
The hip replacement man.


Two elderly friends were playing cards when one looked at the other and said,

“Now don’t get mad at me, I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I just can’t think of your name! I’ve thought and thought, but I can’t remember it. Please tell me what your name is.”

Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her.
Finally she said, “How soon do you need to know?”

Heh.

This image came across my FB feed yesterday. Made me chuckle.

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I am holding this joke in reserve until such time as one of my two sons asks me this. It may take a week, it may take 10 years.

How about the radiologist? :smirk:

D.I.: Smith!

Smith: Yes, sir!

D.I. I didn’t see you at the camouflage practice today!

Smith Thank you, sir!

I say, I say, where do polar bears vote?

The North Poll.


Doctor, Doctor, I think I need glasses!

You certainly do, sir, this is McDonald’s.


Doctor, Doctor, I think there’s two of me!

One at a time, please.


During training exercises, the lieutenant who was driving down a muddy back road encountered another car stuck in the mud with a red-faced colonel at the wheel.

“Your jeep stuck, sir?” asked the lieutenant as he pulled alongside.
“Nope,” replied the colonel, coming over and handing him the keys, “Yours is.”


Fred got home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and very tired.

“Bad day at the course?” his wife asked.
“Everything was going fine,” he said. “Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the 10th tee.”
“Oh, that’s awful!”
“You’re not kidding. For the whole back nine it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry.”

A six year old boy was going to bring cupcakes to school to celebrate his birthday. Only trouble was that he had a broken leg and was having trouble carrying the cupcakes while on crutches. His mother asked her other son, an eight year old, if he could help him carry the cupcakes. The boy replied “I could, but I prefer not to.” Sensing a teaching moment, the mother asked “What would Jesus do?” The boy answered “He’d cure his broken leg so he could carry his own fucking cupcakes!”

A polar bear liked to spend half the year in Antarctica.

He was a bipolar bear.

Doctor, Doctor, I can’t tell whether I’m a tepee or a wigwam!

Calm down, you’re two tents.

The next week Fred’s wife asked if she could go golfing with him.

Fred hit a massive slice on the seventh hole. The course was next to a farm, and the ball landed on the far side of a barn that was nearby.

Fred’s wife said “I have an idea- if we open the large doors at each end of the barn, and you hit the ball just right, it’ll sail through the barn and end up right on the fairway”. Fred agreed it was worth a try.

But Fred hit the ball too high-- it bounced off a barn rafter and hit his wife on the head, killing her instantly.

Months later Fred decided, as part of the healing process, to go back and play the same golf course. This time he went with a friend. Fred hit another massive slice at the very same tee, and the ball ended up again at the far side of the barn. His friend said “I have an idea- if we open the large doors at each end of the barn, and you hit the ball just right, it’ll…”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Said Fred. “Are you crazy?” Don’t you know the horrible, tragic result, the last time I tried that?!?"

“I double-bogeyed”.

I am bisexual.

I have sex twice a year.


My doctor says I’m paranoid.

Well, he didn’t actually say that, but I know it’s what he’s thinking!


I tried to come up with a joke about restraining orders…

…but this was as close as I could get.


I’ve got two, maybe three more Motown puns in me.

Four tops.


How do submarines hail each other?

Yo! What’s sub?

Doctor Who has been filmed all over Britain

but there is one place that the makers of the show have been adamant that they will never film in.

By the sea, there is a lovely city called Brighton, which has two rather prominent piers.

And it’s these piers that are the reason the show makers refuse to bring The Doctor there, because as everyone knows, there is nothing a time traveler hates more than a pair o’ docks.


A man receives a phone call from the local post office…

“Sir, we really must complain” the caller said, “your dog keeps attacking our postman on a bike”.

The main angrily replied “well it can’t be my dog… he doesn’t even know how to ride a bike” and hung up.


A lot of people hate elevator music…

…but I find it uplifting.


Is it okay if I start drinking the moment the kids are in school…

…or does that make me a bad teacher?


If I was Snow White you’d never poison me with an apple.

You’d need to poison an eclair.

A Selection from The Morecambe Wise Joke Book

Hello! Long time no see. How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Got a job yet?
Got a terrific job.
Great! What are you doing?
I work in the circus — mucking out the elephants.
Mucking out the elephants? How many are there of them?
Twenty-five.
Twenty-five elephants! How much do they pay you?
Seven pounds fifty pence a week.
Seven pounds fifty a week for mucking out twenty-five elephants! That’s
terrible! If I were you, I’d chuck it all in and get an office job.
What, and give up show business?
Is there any chance of advancement?
There might be — they’ve just fired the human cannon-ball. And they’re
looking for someone of the same calibre.
Wait a minute — you were with the circus before. You were engaged to
a lady contortionist. What happened?
She broke it off.
Very painful. You must have show business in your blood.
I have. When I was eight I ran away with a circus.
Really?
Yes. Then, when I was nine, they made me bring it back again. So after that
I decided to go into the theatre. My father had given me a drum and told me
to beat it.
But you were still a child! How did you support yourself?
I taught piano playing.
Taught piano playing?
Yes, I taught piano playing was easy — but I soon learned it was hard. So I
started to practise on the sly — which is a lot more difficult than practising
on the piano.

[Morecambe & Wise was an English comic doubles act that ran from the 1940s up to 1984. They were most successful on TV.]