A blonde stormed up to the front desk of the library
and said, “I have a complaint!”
“Yes, Ma’am?” said the librarian looking up at
her.
“I borrowed a book last week and it was horrible!”
Puzzled by her complain the librarian asked “What
was wrong with it?”
“It had way too many characters and there was no
plot whatsoever!” said the blonde.
The librarian nodded and said, “Ahhh. So you must
be the person who took our phone book.”
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There was once a very prim and proper older lady who had a problem with passing gas. Since she came from a generation when people didn’t even talk about this kind of problem it took a long time for her to seek help. Finally, however, she was persuaded to consult her family doctor.
After she filled out all the proper forms and had waited about 20 minutes in the waiting room the doctor called her into his office, leaned back in his chair, folded his hands into a steeple and asked her how he could help.
“Doctor,” she said, “I have a very bad gas problem. Yesterday afternoon I had lunch with the Secretary of State and his wife and had six, um, er, ahhh… silent gas emissions. Last night I had dinner with the governor and his wife and had four silent gas emissions. Then, while sitting in your waiting room I had five silent gas emissions! Doctor, you’ve got to help me! What can we do?”
“Well,” said the doctor raising his voice a little, “I think the first thing we’re going to do is give you a hearing test.”
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An old man is lying on his deathbed with his children, grandchildren, and older great-grandchildren all around, teary-eyed at the approaching finale of a very long and productive life. The old man in is a terminal coma, and the doctors have confirmed that the waiting will be over within the next twenty-four hours. Suddenly, the old man opens his eyes and croaks: “I must be dreaming of heaven! I smell your grandmother’s strudel!”
“No, grandfather, you are not dreaming. Grandmother is baking strudel now.”
“I know I will never have another taste of her delicious strudel after this one. Could you please go down and get me a piece?”, the old man begs with what is left of his final breath.
One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched to honor the old man’s last request. After a long time, he returns empty-handed.
“Did you bring me one last piece of your grandmother’s delicious strudel?” the old man plaintively queries.
“I’m very sorry, grandfather, but she says it’s for the funeral.”
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A fellow walks into a pet store and asks to buy a canary. The proprietor replies, “I’m fresh out, but I DO have a parakeet.” The customer insists on a canary, until the shop owner informs him that a parakeet can be made to sound like a canary if one files the beak just so. “But be careful not to file too much off, or the parakeet will drown when he goes to take a drink of water.” The potential customer decides that this is complete bullshit, but thanks the shop owner politely and leaves, sans parakeet. He goes into another pet shop and asks for a canary — no luck. “But”, says the shop owner, “I do have a parakeet, and if you file the beak just so, it can be made to sound just like a canary.” He goes on to explain that filing off too much beak will jeopardize the bird’s life, due to the potential for drowning when he takes a drink. The fellow finally decides that there is some merit to these claims and buys the parakeet. “Besides”, he thinks to himself, “parakeets are much cheaper.” His next stop is a hardware store, where he wanders into the file section, holding his recently purchased bird. The owner wanders by and asks of he needs some help. The new bird owner sheepishly explains how he intends to make his parakeet sing like a canary. The hardware store owner knowingly picks up a file and hands it to him. “Here, a Nichols #2 bastard file. But be careful not to file too much off, or the poor beastie might drown.” The bird and file owner thanks the hardware store owner and leaves for home.
A few weeks later, the bird owner wanders into the hardware store. The owner, recognizing him, asks how he made out with the parakeet. The fellow looks down and sadly reports “Bird’s dead”. The hardware store owner shares his sorrow and asks “Filed off too much beak?” To which the former bird owner replies “Nah, he was dead when I took him out of the vise.”
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An airliner is coming into land at an airport obscured by fog. Visibility is practically nill,the ILS system is on the blink, so the pilot has to land on wits alone. “Flaps, check,” he says to the co-pilot, “Landing Gear, check. Altitude, check. Right, we’re going in. Hold on.” The plane lands and comes to a screeching, grinding halt; just short of the edge of the runway. “Holy Cow!” exclaims the pilot, “This must be the shortest runway I’ve ever landed on!” The co-pilot looks left and right and says “Yeah, and about the widest, too…”
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