A young Math PhD got a job at a research facility. His boss took him on a tour of the facility. Nearing lunchtime, he showed him to the cafeteria. As they entered, his boss yelled out, “47!” Everyone in the room laughed uproariously. Minutes later, another man entered, and shouted, “13!” Again, everyone laughed.
Curious, the newbie asked what was going on. His boss explained that most of the staff had worked together so long, that they had reduced their jokes to numbers, to save time. The next day, as he was entering the cafeteria, he bellowed, “Negative four.” The room dissolved in hilarity. He looked questioningly at his boss. “I was just kidding. Why all the mirth?” The boss replied, “They’ve never heard that one before.”
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On a chilly Halloween night, a woman goes to the door to find a single tween boy. He doesn’t have much of a costume, just street clothes, and an odd hat. She asks him what he is supposed to be. He replies that he is a pirate. That explains the hat, but he’s alone, so she says, “Where are your buccaneers?” He tells her, “Under my buckin’ hat.”
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A Jewish grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife.
“You come to the front door of the apartment. I am in apartment 301. There is a big panel at the front door. With your elbow, push button 301. I will buzz you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow, push 301. When you get out, I’m on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell.”
“Grandma, that sounds easy, but, why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?
………”What. …. .. You’re coming empty handed?”
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Why Italian Fathers and Grandfathers pass their handguns down through the family.
An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, Guido, I wan’ you lissina me. I wan’ you to take-a my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me.””But grandpa, I really don’t like guns… How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?”
“You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a couple of bambinos. Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda youa wife inna bed with another man. Whatta you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say, ‘times up’ “?
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An attractive blonde from Cork, Ireland, arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet twenty thousand dollars in a single roll of the dice.
She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I feel much luckier when I’m completely nude.”
With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, “Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!”
As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed. “Yes! Yes! I won, I won!” She hugged each of the dealers, picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.
The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.
Finally, one of them asked, “What did she roll?”
The other answered, “I don’t know – I thought you were watching.”
MORAL OF THE STORY
Not all Irish are drunks, not all blondes are dumb,
…… but all men…are men!
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COLONOSCOPY IN SAN FRANCISCO
Being nervous, and embarrassed about my up-coming colonoscopy, on a recommendation, I decided to have it done while visiting friends in San Francisco where the beautiful nurses are allegedly more gentle and accommodating. As I lay naked on my side on the table, the gorgeous nurse began my procedure.
“Don’t worry, at this stage of the procedure it’s quite normal to get an erection,” the nurse told me.
“I haven’t got an erection,” I replied.
“I have,” replied the nurse.
Don’t get a colonoscopy in San Francisco
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A young Arab boy asks his father, “What is that weird hat you are wearing?”
The father said, “Why, it’s a ‘chechia’ because in the desert it protects our heads from the intense heat of the sun.”
“And what is this type of clothing that you are wearing?” asked the young man.
“It’s a ‘djbellah’ because in the desert it is very hot and it protects the body,” said the father.
The son asked, “And what about those ugly shoes on your feet?”
His father replied, “These are ‘babouches’ which keep us from burning our feet from hot sand in the desert.”
“So tell me then,” added the boy.
“Yes, my son?”
“Why are you living in Dearborn Michigan and still wearing all this shit??!
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