A grasshopper walks into a bar, pulls up a stool,
and orders a beer.
The bartender pours him a tall, frothy mug and
says “You know… we have a drink named after you…”
To which the grasshopper replies, “You have a
drink named Bob?”
One day, after a man had his annual
physical, the doctor came out and said,
“You had a great checkup. Is there
anything that you’d like to talk about
or ask me?”
“Well,” he said, “I was thinking about
getting a vasectomy.”
“That’s a pretty big decision. Have you
talked it over with your family?”
“Yeah, and they’re in favor 15 to 2.”
Q. The maker doesn’t want it; the buyer doesn’t
use it; and the user doesn’t see it. What is it?
A. A coffin.
A father asked his young son if he knew about the
birds and the bees. “I don’t want to know!” the
boy exploded, bursting into tears. Confused, his
father asked the youngster what was wrong.
Oh Pop,” the boy sobbed, “for me there was no Santa
Claus at age six, no Easter bunny at age seven, no
tooth fairy at age eight and no stork at ten. And
if you’re telling me now that grownups don’t
really fuck, I’ve got nothing left to believe in!”
Mommy, Mommy! What’s an orgasm?
I don’t know dear, ask your father.
After several years of marriage, Debbie’s husband,
Mike, died suddenly. According to his wishes, Debbie had his body
cremated and placed the remains in a small urn. Several weeks later,
Debbie came home wearing a full-length mink coat and an eight-carat
diamond ring. She went into the living room, removed the urn from
the mantel and carefully tapped Mike’s ashes into a small dish on the coffee table.
“Mike, my beloved Mike,” she began, “I wish to talk to you. Mike, do you remember, for several years you promised me a mink coat? Well, here it is, Mike. Do you like it?” “And, Mike,” she continued, “Do you remember, for several years you promised me a diamond ring? Yes? You remember? Here it is, Mike. Do you like it?” “Well,” Debbie exclaimed, puffing Mike’s ashes into the air, “There’s that blow job I was promising you.”