Joke brings one interesting joke: What do you get if you cross a climber with a mosquito?
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Tuesday, 28 March 2017
How Many of You?
A mathematical joke asks, How many mathematicians does it take to change a light bulb?
The answer is then a mathematical expression that means one:
Monday, 20 March 2017
Soft Drink and Prizes
A little boy from Queensland was crazy about Coke.
One day he got a prize.
One of the lids said he got a prize.
He went to the depot to pick it up.
It was a huge huge, really huge, box.
One day he got a prize.
One of the lids said he got a prize.
He went to the depot to pick it up.
It was a huge huge, really huge, box.
He had to open it.
He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it.
He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it.
He got home and his relatives all watched him unpacking: The first huge box was gone.
Now there was a slightly smaller box.
Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one.
He then unpacked.
One more box was gone but there was an even smaller box inside of that one.
He kept on unpacking.
Another box appeared.
Unpacked.
Another one.
He was now by the fifth box.
Still unpacking.
From size of a microwave's box to the size of a socks' box.
Still unpacking.
Tenth box.
Now it came one that looked like a ring's box.
It was the last box: Size of a ring.
He opens it.
Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence.
The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.
Now there was a slightly smaller box.
Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one.
He then unpacked.
One more box was gone but there was an even smaller box inside of that one.
He kept on unpacking.
Another box appeared.
Unpacked.
Another one.
He was now by the fifth box.
Still unpacking.
From size of a microwave's box to the size of a socks' box.
Still unpacking.
Tenth box.
Now it came one that looked like a ring's box.
It was the last box: Size of a ring.
He opens it.
Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence.
The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.
Sunday, 29 January 2017
Tell Us Later
Norman May had died.
A certain writer wanted to write a text with the following heading: Norman May Is Now Past.
Someone quickly said: Tell us that in June because otherwise we may not understand.
Thursday, 29 December 2016
When the Person Gets the Blessings of God Because of Their Name
A guy was called Paul Norbury but, in the USA, everyone was used to call him Norbury. Some said Dr. Norbury. Others said Norbury.
Someday a woman from South America who was suffering extraordinary crimes, true atrocities, for one decade and a half heard, as she was passing by the reception desk, this after once more trying Norbury for help:
- So, what is her problem?
- True atrocities, several years; poor thing.
Nobody wants to help.
- It is a good thing that Norbury will help her then. May God bless him!
Sunday, 25 December 2016
Jolie and the Unnoticed Release of Unwanted Gas
It was a social gathering in ancient style...
All dressed accordingly: carrying walking sticks that they didn't actually need when they were men and wearing corsets with the objective of constraining obesity to bearable levels when they were women.
The background music was what nowadays we use in funerals.
A maid went around offering liquor.
A maid went around offering liquor.
Spectacles that cover only one eye and hang from chains of gold were seen everywhere.
A dog of style, of those whose bodies make waves, so elegant, of really long legs and spine, is relaxing under the chair of this really fat man, who is perhaps a relative of the KFC Colonel (KFC man).
Politeness levels are so extreme that conversations sound like murmur.
Politeness levels are so extreme that conversations sound like murmur.
All of a sudden, a noise, a very loud noise, is heard.
Everyone seems to direct their eyes to where the KFC man is.
He quickly responds to their interest by turning to the dog and saying: Jolie, get out of there, Jolie! Go for a walk.
Everyone seems to direct their eyes to where the KFC man is.
He quickly responds to their interest by turning to the dog and saying: Jolie, get out of there, Jolie! Go for a walk.
Jolie is not his dog.
Ten minutes pass and the KFC man gets the attention of all once more, the turning of eyes happen again, and he again says: Oh, oh, Jolie, please go for a walk. I don't understand why you are still there.
Jolie looked at him, understood, but did not comply.
Jolie looked at him, understood, but did not comply.
Thirty minutes pass.
The scene repeats.
This time, before the KFC man releases the token that is directed to Jolie, her owner intervenes: Jolie, get out of there immediately before this man releases his excrement over you!
The scene repeats.
This time, before the KFC man releases the token that is directed to Jolie, her owner intervenes: Jolie, get out of there immediately before this man releases his excrement over you!
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Knock Knock
A man asked me: Marcia, how can I know if I am dealing with a female prostitute or not?
I answered: You knock at her head. If you hear an echo, then you are.
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