A sheepdog returns to his farmer and says, “All right, I’ve got your 70 sheep back in the east pen.”
The farmer replies, “What!? I have 67 sheep, not 70!”
The sheepdog gives him a withering look and says, “I know. I rounded them up.”
A sheepdog returns to his farmer and says, “All right, I’ve got your 70 sheep back in the east pen.”
The farmer replies, “What!? I have 67 sheep, not 70!”
The sheepdog gives him a withering look and says, “I know. I rounded them up.”
Doc: Do you engage in regular physical activity?
Me: Does sex count.
Doc: Yes, sex counts.
Me: Then no, none at all.
Life has never given me lemons.
It has given me anger issues, anxiety, a love for alcohol,
a serious dislike for stupid people; but not lemons.
Last night at the Cal (UC Berkeley) football game, the Big Board was showing baseball scores from the day, and one of the results was “Cincinnati Reds vs Unhoused Athletics”.
That is SO Berkeley…
Peyton Manning, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colts flag in the window. “This house is yours for eternity, Peyton,” said God. “This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here.”
Peyton felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house. On his way up the sidewalk, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a blue and red sidewalk, a 50 foot tall flagpole with an enormous Patriots logo flag, and in every window hung a red Patriots towel.
Peyton looked at God and said “God, I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I was an all-pro QB, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame.”
“So what’s your point Peyton?”, God asked.
“Well, why does Tom Brady get a better house than me?”
God chuckled, and replied “Peyton, that’s not Tom’s house, it’s mine.”
Kernel Sanders.
The Pacific Ocean.
…or so my sauces tell me…
They always point towards recognition.
Legend says that when you feel overwhelmed and on the edge of a nervous breakdown, a small child will appear and tell you that you made their sandwich wrong.
you’ll never reach it.
“Awright, fellas… anyone who can guess what’s in my hand gets to sleep with me tonight!”
From the back, old Earl shouts: “An elephant!”
Bessie pauses, grins, and says… “Close enough!”
The hostess has an expression of shock, but he smiles, and says “We don’t have a reservation, but I’m wondering - do you serve lawyers here?”
She regains a bit of composure due to his friendliness, and replies “Yes, of course we serve lawyers, and you don’t need a reservation right now”
So the guy says “Thank you. We would like a corner booth in the back. I’ll have the Chicken Piccata and a glass of Chianti, and my friend will have a lawyer.”
I said, “Pretty normal, except he told me I need to start wearing adult diapers.” She asked why.
I said, “Because apparently the baby ones are cutting off my circulation.”
Step 1: Read the word.
Step 2: Wrong.
Claíomh: ‘kleev’. That wasn’t so hard! [Irish guy: Wrong! It’s ‘KLYE-uv’!]
The good news is, I was in a medical survey for erectile dysfunction pills. They didn’t have enough women, so they made us make out with men. I wasn’t happy about it, but hey, I had my pills — I was rock hard and we had amazing sex that night.
”She said, “Okay… so what’s the bad news?”
I said, “I was in the placebo group.”
Unfortunately Stradivarius was a terrible painter and Rembrandt made lousy violins.
The Flat Earth Society is proud to announce that they have reached their long awaited milestone. With 2 new additions, their network now has 101 members around the globe.
Yes, he’s a-round back.
To get to the other side.
Don’t ask me, Bub. I don’t even know why she crossed her legs!
Dad’s answer.
I don’t get it.
Just a bit of silliness, using two definitions of ‘cross’.
What borders on stupidity?
Canada and Mexico.
Donald Trump’s brain has two sides: The ‘left’ side, and the ‘right’ side.
In the left side, there’s nothing right. In the right side, there’s nothing left.
But two idiots seldom differ.
All the girls are behind a glass screen.
A Yamahahaha.
Apparently it was an inside joke
But somehow network television — like Jesus! — has risen again. Of the four major networks — NBC, ABC, CBS and Fox — only one of us did not see viewership go up year to year. I’m not going to tell you which one of us it is, because it doesn’t matter and please don’t ask. Just be happy for us.”
The constipated mathematician worked it out with a pencil
but
the constipated accountant couldn’t budget.
And logs
There was a constipation joke that was something like, ‘Who were three constipated people in the Bible?’ The only one I can remember is Titus.
I’ve heard multiple versions over the years, including:
Cain, because he wasn’t Abel.
Moses, because he took two tablets.
Balaam, because he couldn’t move his ass.
Solomon, because he sat on the throne for 40 years.
King David, because no power on Earth could move him.
Noah, because all he passed in 40 days and nights was water.
Always ever 3 at a time; the most commonly it was Moses, Cain, and Noah. This is the first time I’ve heard “Titus.”
But the tenured mathematician had a grad student work it out for him.
Mick says," Crikey! There’s a bloke here who was 152!"
Paddy says, “What’s his name?”
Mick replies, “Miles, from London.”
British Person: “Americans will use anything besides the metric system.”
American: “Come within 3 whales of the United States and say that!”
She raised her hand and the teacher said “No”.
Seams easy.
'Cause it’s not gonna kill itself.