Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Jokester's Latest Joke: Hold On

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A little longer than usual as I have been out of town…..

Pay for Sex

A woman went to a lawyer to discuss divorcing her husband.

 

"Don't you love him anymore?" asked the lawyer.

 

"Oh, I still love him," she replied, "but all he ever wants is sex, I can't take it anymore."

 

"Instead of divorcing him, why don't you try charging him every time he wants to make love?" the lawyer suggested.

 

The exhausted wife decided to give the plan a try.

 

As soon as she walked into the house that night her husband put the move on her.

 

"Not so fast," she replied. "From now on it'll be $10 in the kitchen, $20 in the living room and $50 in the
bedroom."

 

"Well, then," he said. "Here's $50."

 

The wife began walking to the bedroom.

 

"Hold on," he said, grabbing her hand. "That'll be five times in the kitchen!"

 

 

Clubbing

A murder has been committed. Police are called to an apartment and find a man standing, holding a 5-iron in his hands, looking at the lifeless body of a woman on the ground.

 

The detective asks, "Sir, is that your wife?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Did you hit her with that golf club?"

 

"Yes. Yes, I did," the man, answers. He stifles a sob, drops the club and puts his hands on his head.

 

"How many times did you hit her?"

 

"I don't know. Five...maybe six ...put me down for a five."

 

 

Baby Photographer

This never happened to me when I was a baby photographer many years ago.......

After years of frustration, the Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon"

 

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. You don't know me, but I've come to..."

 

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in.

 

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty of babies."

 

"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat.

 

"Just where do we start?" asked Mrs. Smith, blushing.

 

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out."

 

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."

 

"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

 

"I hope we can get this over with quickly," gasped Mrs. Smith.

 

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm sure."

 

"Don't I know !!", Mrs. Smith exclaimed.

 

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown London." "Oh my god!!", Mrs. Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

 

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." The photographer handed Mrs. Smith the picture.

 

"She was difficult ?" asked Mrs. Smith.

 

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look."

 

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Smith, eyes widened in amazement.

 

"Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling. I could hardly concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just packed it all in."

 

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your, eh equipment ?".

 

"That's right. Well madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work."

 

"Tripod??", Mrs. Smith looked extremely worried now.

 

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big for me to hold while I'm getting ready for action.

 

Madam ? Madam?...Good Lord, she's fainted !!"

 

 

BOY : May I hold your hand?

GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.

 

GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!

BOY : You love me...

 

GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??

BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??

 

GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.

BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple

 

GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.

BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??

 

BOY : I love you and I could die for you!

GIRL : How soon??

 

BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!

GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??

 

SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??

TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.

 

MAN : You remind me of the sea.

WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?

MAN : NO, because you make me sick.

 

WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.

HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.

 

MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andrew says I'm ugly. What do u think, Peter?

PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.

 

Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"

Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".

 

Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"

Pupil : "The moon".

Teacher : "Why?"

Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".

 

Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"

Pupil : "A teacher".

 

Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"

Customer : "What other colors do you have?"

 

My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.

 

Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"

Sam : "It's a family tradition".

Teacher : "What do you mean?"

Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".

Teacher : "What about your mother?"

Sam : "She's a woman".

 

Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"

David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated".

 

Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"

Student : "Brotherly love".

 

Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"

Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".

 

Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"

Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated. The others all died".

 

Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"

One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at the same time."

 

Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"

One Student: “Because George still had the axe in his hand."

 

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