Little Johnny hears the word whorehouse in school and asks his father
what it means. His father is quite shocked, and replies, "Well, uh, you go
there to, uh, have a good time."
Johnny starts screaming and hollering that he wants to go there, too,
but his father insists that he's too young.
Saturday night rolls around. Johnny's dad and a few of his friends
head out to Mable's ("Liquor In The Front, Poker In The Rear! -- Our
Customers Come First!) for a "good time."
Naturally, Little Johnny tags along secretly.
After his dad and his dad's friends have been safely inside for some
time, Little Johnny knocks on the door. The madame opens the door. "Yes?"
"I'm here to have a good time!"
The madame is a little puzzled, but, being a kind-hearted soul, invites
Little Johnny inside. She gives him three donuts and then bids him goodbye.
When he gets home, his dad is frantic. (Dad obviously had come and
gone at Mabel's.) "Where have you been?"
"I went to a WHOREHOUSE!" Johnny proudly boasted!
Johnny's dad blanched. "Uhh, you did? Umm, how was it?"
"Well, I managed the first two without any problem, but I just licked
the third one!"
The election is over
The victor announced
The will of the people
Has been sorely trounced
But let's put it behind us
And show by our deeds
That we will give Dubya
All the help that he needs
Let us all come together,
Let the bitterness pass
I'll hug your elephant
And you can kiss my ass
The Other Side
Bill Clinton's Retirement Plans...
1. Spend more quality time with Chelsea and her 13 half brothers and sisters.
2. Tour the nations' prisons to improve conditions, visit friends.
3. Write book: "The American Presidency: An Oral History."
4. Buy a Hooter's franchise.
5. Catch up on eight-year stack of "Penthouse."
6. Search for a new outlet for well-developed lying and cheating skills.
7. Continue work counseling interns.
8. Stop using fake names in personal ads.
9. Take little Buddy out three times a day-also walk the dog.
10. Get to know those Gore girls better.
O'Casey had dated many a lass, but he finally became entranced with Maureen
O'Riley. He wooed her and pursued her, but she would not give in and go to
bed with him. Finally he proposed marriage and she accepted.
On their wedding night, as they undressed in their honeymoon cottage, O'Casey said,
"You know, Maureen, I never would have wed you if you had gone to bed with me like all the other girls did."
"Experience is the best teacher," Maureen said. "That's how I lost all of my other suitors."
A flea had oiled up his little flea legs and his little flea arms, had
spread out his blanket, and was proceeding to soak up the Miami sun
when who should stumble by on the beach but an old flea friend of his.
"Oscar, what happened to you?", asked the flea, because Oscar looked
terrible, wrapped up in a blanket, his nose running, his eyes red, and
his teeth chattering.
"I got a ride down here in some guy's mustache and he came down here
by motorcycle. I nearly froze my nuts off," wheezed Oscar.
"Let me give you a tip, old pal," said the first flea, spreading some
more suntan oil on his shoulders. "You go to the stewardess lounge at
the airport, see, and you get up on the toilet seat, and when an Air
Florida stewardess comes in to take a leak, you hop on for a nice warm
ride. Got it?"
So you can imagine the flea's surprise when, a month or so later,
while stretched out all warm and comfortable on the beach, who should
he see but Oscar - looking more chilled and miserable than before.
"Listen," said Oscar, "I did everything you said. I made it to the
stewardess lounge and waited till a really cute one came in, and made
a perfect landing and got so warm and cozy that I dozed right off."
"And so?" asked the first flea.
"And so the next thing I know, I'm on this guy's mustache again!"
A linguistics professor was lecturing his class.
"In English," he explained, "a double negative forms a positive. In some languages, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative.
However," the professor continued, "there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."
A voice from the back of the room piped up. "Yeah, right."
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