Tuesday, June 13, 2006

TODAYS JOKES

An Irishman, an Italian, and a Polish guy are in a bar. They are having a good time and all agree that the bar is a nice place. Then the Irishman says, "Aye, this is a nice bar, but where I come from, back in Dublin, there’s a better one. At McDougal’s, you buy a drink, you buy another drink, and McDougal himself will buy your third drink!"
The others agree that sounds like a nice place.
Then the Italian says, "Yeah, that’s a nice bar, but where I come from, there’s a better one. Over in Brooklyn, there’s this place, Vinny’s. At Vinny’s, you buy a drink, Vinny buys you a drink. You buy anudda drink, Vinny buys you anudda drink."
Everyone agrees that sounds like a great bar.
Then the Polish guy says, "You think that’s great? Where I come from, there’s this place called Warshowski’s. At Warshowski’s, they buy you your first drink, they buy you your second drink, they buy you your third drink, and then, they take you in the back and get you laid!"
"Wow!" say the other two. "That’s fantastic! Did that actually happen to you?"
"No," replies the Polish guy, "but it happened to my sister!"

A guy is drinking at a bar when a drunken asshole stumbles in the door, staggers up to the man, points his grimy finger in his face and shouts "I just fucked your mother."
The whole bar is silent, expecting a fight, but the guy ignores the drunk. The sot takes a seat at the end of the bar. Ten minutes later, the drunk comes back, points at the same guy and says, "Your mother gives great head!" Again, the man ignores the drunk, who wanders off again.
Five minutes later, the drunk is back. "I even fucked her in the arse"
Finally, the man interrupts..."Dad! Go home----you're drunk!"

Two men, sentenced to die in the electric chair on the same day, were led down to the room in which they would meet their maker. The priest had given them last rites, the formal speech had been given by the warden, and a final prayer had been said among the participants. The warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, "Son, do you have a last request?"
To which the man replied, "Yes sir, I do. I love dance music. Could you please play the Macarena for me one last time?"
"Certainly," replied the warden. He turned to the other man and asked,
"Well, what about you, son? What is your final request?"
"Please," said the condemned man, "kill me first."

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