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earning that several of his employees were tanking up on no-trace vodka Martinis during lunch hours, a wise company president issued the following memo: To all employees: If you must drink during lunch, please drink whiskey. It is much better for our customers to think you are drunk, than to realize you are stupid.
When the secretary entered her boss' office one morning, he looked ou the window and announced idly, "It's certainly going to be a beautiful day." "I don't think so," replied the secretary. "The weather forcast is for rain." "It's not going to rain," contradicted the exec. "I'll lay you twelve to one." "I'd rather not," she remarked. "That's my lunch hour. Afterward is fine, if I don't get wet during lunch hour."
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A dedicated Teamsters Union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one, he asked the Madam, "Is this a union house?" "No," she replied, "I'm sorry, it isn't." "Well, if I pay you $100.00, what cut do the girls get?" The house gets $60.00 and the girls get $40.00." Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionized shop. His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam responded, "Why, yes, sir, this IS a Union House." The man asked, "And if I pay you $100.00, what cut do the girls get?" "The girls get $70.00 and the house gets $30.00." "That's more like it!!!" the Teamster said. He handed the Madam $100.00, which promptly disappeared through a slot in the wall, looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive blonde. "I'd like her for the night." "I'm sure you would, sir," said the Madam, then pointing to an ancient looking weathered woman in the corner, "but Ethel here has seniority."
A husband and wife are shopping in their local Walmart. The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart. 'What do you think you're doing?' asks the wife. 'They're on sale, only $10 for 24 cans he replies. "Put them back, we can't afford them!" demands the wife, and so they carry on shopping. A few aisles further on along the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket. "What do you think you're doing?" asks the husband. "It’s my face cream. It makes me look beautiful," replies the wife. Her husband retorts: "So does 24 cans of Budweiser and it's half the price." On the PA system: "Cleanup crew to aisle 25, we have a husband down."
The young immigrant couple had just left the courthouse after being sworn in as Canadian citizens. "It is wonderful," the husband exclaimed. "We are Canadian citizens at last! Do you know what this means to us my dear wife?" "Yes, you filthy chauvinist pig," his wife replied. "Tonight, you cook the damn dinner, and in bed, I get to be on top!"
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When the maid asked for a pay increase, the wife was very upset about this and decided to talk to her about the raise. She asked: 'Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase ?' Maria: 'Well, Señora, there are tree reasons why I want an increase. The first is that I iron better than you.' Wife: 'Who said you iron better than me ?' Maria: 'Jor husband say so.' Wife: 'Oh.' Maria: 'The second reason is that I am better cook than you.' Wife: 'Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me ?' Maria: 'Jor husband did.' Wife: 'Oh..' Maria: 'The third reason is that I am better in bed than you.' Wife: (really furious now) 'Did my husband say that as well ?' Maria: 'No Señora...the gardener did.' Wife: 'So how much do you want ?'
KID: "Mother, doesn't God give us our daily bread?" MOM: "Yes, dear." KID: "And Santa brings us our toys at Christmas?" MOM: "Yes, dear." KID: "And the stork brings babies?" MOM: "Why certainly, dear." KID: "Then what's dad hanging around for?"
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A guy is sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan. "What was that for?" he says. "That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it," she replies. "Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Marylou was the name of one of the horses I bet on," he explains. She looks satisfied and apologizes. Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even bigger frying pan knocking him out cold. When he comes to, he says, "What the heck was that for?" "Your horse phoned."
A Howard County Policeman broke-up a young couple in the act of love- making on a pathway in Columbia. The girl berated the officer long and loud with a barrage of obscenities. The boy was silent through-out the confrontation. The officer arrested them both anyway. The girl was charged with disorderly conduct, the boy with having an offensive person on his weapon.
A teacher was teaching her second grade class about the government, so for homework that one day, she told her students to ask their parents what the government is. When Little Johnny got home that day, he went up to his dad and ask his what the government was. His dad thought for a while and answered, ''Look at it this way: I'm the president, your mom is Congress, the maid is the work force, you are the people and your baby brother is the future.'' ''I still don't get it'' responded the Little Johnny. 'Why don't you sleep on it then? Maybe you'll understand it better,'' said the dad. ''Okay then...good night'' said Little Jonny went off to bed. In the middle of the night, Little Johnny was awakened by his baby brother's crying. He went to his baby brother's crib and found that his baby brother had taken a crap in his diaper. So Little Johnny went to his parent's room to get help. When he got to his parent's bedroom, he looked through the keyhole to check if his parents were asleep. Through the keyhole he saw his mom loudly snoring, but his dad wasn't there. So he went to the maid's room. When he looked through the maid's room keyhole, he saw his dad having sex with his maid. Little Johnny was surprised, but then he just realized something and thinks aloud, ''OH!! Now I understand the government! The President is screwing the work force, Congress is fast asleep, nobody cares about the people, and the future is shitty!''
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After the company party, when most went to the pub for something stronger than the lame company punch, Joe's wife stood up and said that it was time to get ready for a tost she wanted to make.. At the stroke of midnight, she wanted every husband to be standing next to the one person who made his life worth living. Well, it was kind of embarrassing. The barmaid was almost crushed to death.
A trucker was driving his fully loaded rig to the top of a steep hill. Just as he was starting down the equally steep other side, he noticed a man and a woman lying in the center of the road, making wild and passionate love. In total disbelief, he blew his air horn several times as he was bearing down on them. He realized that they were not going to stop or get out of his way,so he slammed on his brakes and stopped just inches from them. Furious, he got out of the cab and walked to the front of the truck. He looked down at the two, still on the road, and yelled, "What the hell's the matter with you two? Didn't you hear me blowing the horn? You could have been killed!" Eventually, the man looked up at the truck driver, obviously satisfied and not too concerned and said, "Look, I was coming, she was coming, and you were coming. You were the only one with brakes."

Three men are discussing their lovemaking abilities. The first man says, "My wife, last night I rubbed her all over with fine olive oil, then we make wonderful love. She screamed in pleasure for five minutes." The second man says, "Last night I smothered sweet butter on my wife's body, then we made passionate love. She screamed for half an hour." The last man says, "I covered Pegi's body with Cheese Whiz. We made love and she screamed for six hours." "Six hours?" the others say, "How did you make her scream for six hours?" He says, " I wiped my hands on the drapes."
A plumber knocked at the door. "I've come to fix your blocked toilet, he said to the man answered the door. "But we haven't got a blocked toilet." "Are you Mr. Collis?" asked the plumber. "No. He moved away two months ago." "Shit! There are some real bastards in the world,"the plumber said. "They ring for a plumber as a screaming emergency, and then move off to another address!"
Doc," said the young man lying down on the couch, "You've got to help me! Every night I have the same horrible dream. I'm lying in bed when all of a sudden five drop dead gorgeous women rush in and start tearing off my clothes." The psychiatrist nodded, "And what do you do?" "I push them away!" "I see. And what can I do to help you with this?" The patient implored, "Please, Break my arms!"
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A woman goes to the doctor. After examining the woman thoroughly, the doctor is perplexed. "I'm not sure what it is," he said. "You either have a bad cold or you're pregnant." "Oh," says the woman, "I must be pregnant --I don't know anyone who could have given me a cold."
A little old lady buys a pair of parrots, but cannot identify their sexes. She calls the shop, and the man there advises her to watch them carefully and all would become clear in time. She spends weeks staring at the cage and eventually catches them doing what comes naturally. To make sure she doesn't get them mixed up again, she cuts out a ring from a piece of cardboard and puts it round the male parrot's neck. A while later, the local priest visits the old lady. The male parrot takes one look at the father's collar, wolf whistles, and says, "I see she caught YOU at it, too."
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Even now, so many parents are concerned about sex education in the schools. What they're not considering though is that if the kids learn it the way they learn all the other subjects, they still won't know how to "do it" anyway.
A reporter from New York was visiting an old colleague who now edited a newspaper in a tiny Vermont town. "I don't see how you do it," the NY reporter said. "How can you drum up interest in the news when everybody in town knows what everybody else is doing?" "Sure they know," the editor said, "but they read the paper to see who got caught at it."
Q: "Why don't roosters have hands?" A: "Because chickens don't have boobs!"
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A high school teacher arrived late for class to find a most uncomplimentary drawing of herself on the blackboard. Fuming, she asked the class, "Who is responsible for this atrocity?!" The class clown won tremendous prestige among his peers by answering, "I don't know for sure, but it's probably something hereditary."
A bus full of nuns crashes and all of them die. They are all standing outside the pearly gates. St. Peter asks the first nun "whats the worst thing youve done?" She starts crying and says she saw a mans erection. St. Peter says wash your eyes in the holy fountain and all will be forgiven. You may pass. The second nun comes before St Peter and he asks her the same question. She breaks down and says she gave a man a hand job. He tells her to wash her hands in the holy fountain and all will be forgiven. Just then St Peter sees a nun cut in the front of the line. He tells her that there is no need for any hurry in heaven. The nun replies "But I want to wash out my mouth before Sister Mary sticks her ass in the fountain."
We need more trees, or fewer dogs!
A glamorous actress, whose best days were behind her, began finding herself without male companionship several evenings a week. To help pass the time--and perhaps catch a live one--she decided to attend one of those charity meetings. She dozed quietly throughout the opening address, but awoke suddenly to hear the speaker say: "Now let's get out and work like beavers." The actress nudged the person sitting next to her and whispered, "How do beavers work?" The answer from the confused lady on her left was, "I'm not too sure, but I think it's with their tails." The actress jumped to her feet and shouted as loud as she could, "Put me down for three nights a week!"
There's a new jewelrey store in Hollywood whose business has suddenly leaped ahead of all the competition. It rents wedding rings.
Two guys are drinking at a bar when one turns to the other and says "Right, time I was going home, the wife only lets me have 4 beers" His friend says, "No, no, no, that'll never do. You should do what I do. Drink as many beers as you can fit down you, follow that with 5 tequilas, 3 whiskeys & a bourbon! Then go home, shove your head under the blanket & lick your wife like crazy, she WONT complain after, trust me!" So the guy gets tanked and wobbles home. After he stumbles up the stairs, he opens the bedroom door, and without hesitation, dives under the blanket and licks away! After 15 minutes he figures "Right, best go wash up or she'll never kiss me like this." So of to the bathroom he goes. When he gets there he see's his wife, laying there in the bath reading a book. "What the hell!!" he shouts out. "SHUSH!!" she wispers back to him "You'll wake my mother, and you know how she hates your guts!!"
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