Two buddies were hunting and one of them fell down a cliff and went splat. His friend called 911 and they said “okay, we can help. First, make sure he’s dead.” So the guy walks over to his friend with his brains splattered all over the place and gamely checks for a pulse.
OK. Listen closely. There’s a priest, a minister, and a rabbi. They’re out playing golf. They’re deciding how much to give to charity. The priest says “We’ll draw a circle on the ground, throw the money in the air, and whatever lands inside the circle, we’ll give to charity.” The minister says “No, we’ll draw a circle on the ground, throw the money in the air, and whatever lands outside of the circle, that’s what we’ll give to charity.” The rabbi says, “This is a decision we should each make based on our own personal convictions and respective incomes.”
What does a man with a 12 inch penis have for breakfast?
That would depend on many factors including the culture in which he lives, his personal tastes, and even whether it was a work day or a day off. In the US, for example, during the week he might breakfast on coffee and toast, whereas a Sunday breakfast could be considerably more elaborate.
“Well, you’re a good friend, so I’ll tell you - I just found out from the doctor I’m impotent. So I’m trying to cheer myself up by buying new clothes.”
A man walks into a confessional booth. The priest recognizes by his voice that he’s a man from the neighborhood who’s actually Jewish. The man says “forgive me Father for I have sinned. I had sex nine times with my wife last weekend!”
The priest says “you may feel guilty about your incontinental behavior, but God does not consider this a sin as it’s used for the purposes of procreation within the institution of marriage.”
Normally, you call them both Bob and everybody relies on contextual clues to understand to which one you are speaking. If there is confusion, you specify last name.