Joke Break

John and I have been exchanging jokes. (Actually most of them came from John) Seems to me we all need them. Here they are:

1.

For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone - don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number, and dialed it. A man answered saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Fred, could I please speak with Robin Carter?"

He replied "Wrong number asshole" and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number.) After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and I hung up.

I wrote his number down, with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

So, one day I was at the grocery store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.

I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an asshole!"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several weeks of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.

So, I came up with an idea: I called Asshole #1. "Hello?"

"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up).

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you? " he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"I live at 1802 West 34th Street, Asshole, a yellow house with my black BMW parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers. "

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."

Then I called asshole # 2: "Hello?" he said.

"Hello Asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance! I'm coming over right now."

Then, I hung up, and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street and I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then, I called Channel 13 news about the gang war going down on West 34th Street I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th St.

There, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a TV news crew.

Now, I feel better...

Masquerading as a normal person, day after day, is exhausting....

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That reminded me of this:



And finally we have this one:

3.

My FAVORITE is this one:

I was at Wal-Mart the other day to pick up a bag of Purina for good ol' Ralph.

As I was waiting in line, the old biddy behind me said, "Oh! Do you have a dog?"

My first impulse was to say, "Yup! A Golden Retriever!"

Then I had another thought.

"Why, no, ma'am! In fact I don't. You see, I'm thinking about going back on the dog food diet."

"W-h-a-a-a-t?" she said. "You mean you intend to EAT that yourself?"

By now other folks were listening to our conversation.

"Yes, indeed! Before I went into the hospital, I found that I lost a lot of weight that way."

"But people can't eat DOG food," she said reproachfully.

"Oh, I beg to differ with you! Check the labels on dog food. Good-quality kibble is high in protein, has lots of necessary vitamins and minerals, and is generally low in fat. I used to carry a couple of handsful of Purina around in my pockets, and when I needed a snack, a few kibbles hit the spot. Then I ate sparingly at the other meals, and the pounds just melted away."

By now we were surrounded by silent listeners.

"But it CAN'T be good for you," she exclaimed. "It landed you in the hospital, after all!"

"Oh, no!" I replied. "That's not why I was in the hospital. It was all the broken bones."

"Broken bones? I just don't understand..."

"Well, you see, it's like this. I'd been on the dog food diet about two months, and I'd already lost about 20 pounds. I felt like a million bucks. Then one day I was walking down the street, and stepped off the curb to sniff a poodle's ass. We were both hit by a bus."

They probably heard the laughter and applause three blocks away.

Thanks for stopping by and ARTYAL, Hugs, j