While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75-year-old Texas rancher, whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Nancy Pelosi and her elevation to speaker of the house. (more…)
A blonde goes to the post office to buy stamps for her Christmas cards. She says to the clerk, “May I have 50 Christmas stamps?”
The clerk says, “What denomination?”
The blonde says, “Heaven help us. Has it come to this? Okay, I’ll take 6 Catholic, 12 Presbyterian, 10 Lutheran and 22 Baptists”.
Two little kids are in a hospital, lying on gurneys next to each other outside the operating room.
The first kid leans over and asks, “What are you in here for?”
The second kid says, “I’m in here to get my tonsils out and I’m a little nervous.”
The first kid says, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream. It’s a breeze.”
The second kid then asks, “What are you here for?”
The first kid says,” A circumcision.”
The second kid says, “Whoa, Good luck buddy! I had that done when I was born. Couldn’t walk for a year…”
The following 15 Police Comments were taken from actual police car videos around the country.
#15. “Relax; the handcuffs are tight because they’re new. They’ll stretch out after you wear them awhile.”
#14. “Take your hands off the car, and I’ll make your birth certificate a worthless document.”
#13. “If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
#12. “Can you run faster than 1200 feet per second? In case you didn’t know, that’s the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun.”
#11. “So you don’t know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?”
#10. “Yes, sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don’t think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?”
#9. “Warning? You want a warning? O.K., I’m warning you not to do that again or I’ll give you another ticket.”
#8. “The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Is Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?”
#7. “Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop.”
#6. “Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven.”
#5. “No, sir, we don’t have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas, but now we’re allowed to write as many tickets as we want.”
#4. “Just how big were those two beers?”
#3. “In God we trust, all others we run through CPIC/NCIC.”
#2. “I’m glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail.”
#1 “You didn’t think we gave pretty women tickets? You’re right, we don’t - Sign here.”
“Hello, is this the Sheriff’s Office?”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m calling to report ’bout my neighbor Virgil Smith….He’s hidin’ marijuana inside his firewood! Don’t quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he’s hidin’ it there.”
“Thank you very much for the call, sir.”
The next day, the Sheriff’s Deputies descend on Virgil’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil’s house. “Hey, Virgil! This here’s Floyd….did the Sheriff come?”
“Yeah!”
“Did they chop your firewood?”
“Yep!”
“Happy Birthday, buddy!”
In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.
Then using God’s great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, “You want chocolate with that?” And Man said, “Yes!” and Woman said, “and as long as you’re at it, add some sprinkles.” And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.
And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.
So God said, “Try my fresh green salad.” And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, “I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them.” And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.
God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it “Angel Food Cake,” and said, “It is good.” Satan then created chocolate cake and named it “Devil’s Food.”
God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.
God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald’s and its 99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, “You want fries with that?” And Man replied, “Yes! And super size them!” And Satan said, “It is good.” And Man went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.
Then Satan created HMOs.
Stranded in the swamp for days with no food, I had no choice but to hunt down large white birds and eat them. Through the whole ordeal, I found myself filled with egret.
A professor of mathematics noticed that his kitchen sink at his home leaked. He called a plumber. The plumber came the next day and sealed a few screws, and everything was working as before.
The professor was delighted. However, when the plumber gave him the bill a minute later, he was shocked.
“This is one-third of my monthly salary!” he yelled.
Well, all the same he paid it and then the plumber said to him, “I understand your position as a professor. Why don’t you come to our company and apply for a plumber position?
You will earn three times as much as a professor. But remember, when you apply, tell them that you completed only seven elementary classes. They don’t like educated people.”
So it happened. The professor got a job as a plumber and his life significantly improved. He just had to seal a screw or two occasionally, and his salary went up significantly.
One day, the board of the plumbing company decided that every plumber had to go to evening classes to complete the eighth grade. So, our professor had to go there too. It just happened that the first class was math. The evening teacher, to check students’ knowledge, asked for a formula for the area of a circle. The person asked was the professor. He jumped to the board, and then he realized that he had forgotten the formula. He started to reason it, and he filled the white board with integrals, differentials, and other advanced formulas to conclude the result he forgot. As a result, he got “minus pi times r square.”
He didn’t like the minus, so he started all over again. He got the minus again. No matter how many times he tried, he always got a minus. He was frustrated. He gave the class a frightened look and saw all the plumbers whisper: “Switch the limits of the integral!”
It had been a horrible week for Henry.
An entomologist (insect scientist) at the local university, he was up for a promotion this year. With the promotion would come tenure. But there was a problem. It was not that he couldn’t teach. His Biology 210 classes were always packed, and two years ago he was honored by the undergraduates by being named their favorite teacher.
No, his problem was with his research. He hadn’t had a successful research project in several years. The last paper that he’d published was three years ago. In an age of “Publish or Perish,” this was not a good situation, particularly for a non-tenured professor.
The week started with a shock. He received notice that his research grants would not be renewed for the coming year.
And, if that was not enough, the dean called him into his office to tell him his contract would not be renewed unless he had a paper accepted for publication by a major entomology journal before the end of the school year.
Depressed, he left the University as soon as his morning lecture was over so that he could work in his garden. In the past, this had always had been effective in relieving tension. But to his chagrin, he found most of his roses were dying. On closer examination found they were infested with a parasite.
But what were these insects? They appeared to belong to the order Anapleura. That was strange. Anapleura infected mammals, not plants.
He examined them more closely. Small. Wingless. Definitely a species of Pediculosis, but one he had never seen before.
He gathered up several specimens and rushed to his lab, full of new vigor. He examined the insects in detail and rapidly wrote an article describing this new species of insect.
Well, I’m sure you know the result. The article was immediately accepted by the American Journal of Entomology.
His job was saved and he received his most coveted tenure.
And, he received a new major grant to study this new species.
You could say he had discovered a new lice on leaf.
A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers. This cowboy was fair game.
When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He strides back into the bar, handily flips his gun into the air, catches it above his head without looking and fires a shot into the ceiling.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU SIDEWINDERS STOLE MAH HOSS?”
No one answered.
“ALRIGHT,” he said, “AH’M GONNA HAVE ANOTHER BEER, AN IF MAH HOSS AIN’T BACK OUTSIDE BY THE TIME AH FINISH, AH’M GONNA DO WHAT I DID IN TEXAS! AN AH DON’T WANT TO HAVE DO WHAT I DID IN TEXAS !”
Some of the locals shifted restlessly as the cowboy slowly, silently nursed his second beer. That done, he left the saloon and discovered his horse had been returned. He saddles up and prepares to ride out of town.
The bartender wanders out of the saloon and asks, “Say partner, before you go … What happened in Texas?”
The cowboy turned back and said, “Ah hadda walk home.”
