A man walks into a bar, slaps his hand down and says, “I’ve got terrible news. Gimme ten shots. Line 'em up, right here.”
The bartender pours ten shots, and the guy pounds them down, one after another. “So what’s the bad news?” the bartender asks as the man slams the last glass down.
“I’m flat broke,” says the man.
An elderly couple has always had a vigorous sex life. Then the man gets the news from his doctor: he has a serious heart condition and can never have sex again. The man and his wife talk it over and agree to sleep in separate bedrooms to avoid temptation: she will remain upstairs in their longtime bedroom, while he’ll sleep on a cot set up in the living room.
The first night away from his wife in decades, the man tosses and turns. The second night is no better. Finally, on the third night, he throws aside his blankets and creeps up the stairs. He’s surprised to bump into his wife halfway up.
“Honey,” he whispers, “I have to admit, I just can’t stay away from you. I was coming upstairs to commit suicide.”
She smiles. “That’s good, sweetie, because I was just coming downstairs to kill you.”
A sheltered, callow young Catholic priest is puzzled in the confessional when a man admits his many sins, including “Getting a blowjob downtown for $20.” The priest goes to his abbot and asks, “Father, what’s a blowjob?”
The abbot looks at him eagerly. “$20, same as downtown!”
The scene: an Army base. The captain calls the tough-as-nails sergeant into his office. “Sgt. Jones, I believe Pvt. Hoskins is in your squad. I just got the word that his mother died last night. He doesn’t know it yet, so I want you to break the news to him. But do it with a little sensitivity, OK?”
The sergeant snaps off a sharp salute. “Leave it to me, sir.”
He goes to the barracks and bawls at the men to fall in. When they’re all lined up he says, “All right, maggots. Everybody whose mother is still alive take one step forward… not so fast there, Hoskins…!”
Stolen from BrainGlutton in a previous joke thread:
A guy dies and wakes up in Hell. He sees the Devil standing over him with a big grin. Guy says, “I wonder if there might be some mistake. I wasn’t so bad . . .”
The Devil puts his arm around him, shoves a cold beer in his hand, and says, “Aw, don’t you worry, son! We get a bad rap upstairs, but take from me, Hell is a party! F’rinstance . . . Do you drink?”
“Well, I’ve been known to bend my elbow occasionally . . .”
“All right, today’s Sunday! On Sundays we drink! Everything, man! Beer, whisky, vodka, tequila, fine wine, brandy . . . You’re gonna love it! You’re just gonna love Sunday! Let’s see . . . Do you like to do drugs?”
“Well, I might have snorted a line here and there . . .”
“OK, tomorrow’s Monday! On Monday everybody in Hell does drugs! Everything, man! Pot, coke, smack, LSD, esctacy, ‘shrooms, meth . . . We’ve got Timothy Leary workin’ on new recipes! If Jerry Garcia likes it, we all do it! You’re gonna love it! You’re gonna love Monday! Let’s see . . . Are ya gay?”
“Oh, no! I never swung that way!”
The Devil winces a little. “Oooo… you’re not gonna like Tuesdays.”