Contributed by The Husband
Every day at lunch time, a business man and his wife walk past a pet shop. One day, the owner sets a parrot outside in a cage. The parrot rants constantly at passersby.
On the third day the couple passed, the parrot says, "Hey, you" to the man. A little confused, the man walks over to the parrot. "Yes?"
"You are the ugliest man I have ever seen walking down this sidewalk. And your wife is fat."
The wife storms into the pet store and informs the owner. The owner comes out and beats the parrot until feathers fly, puts him back in the cage, and tells him to never speak to anyone in this manner again. The man and wife seem satisfied with this and move on.
The next day the couple strolls past the pet store, and the parrot says, "Hey, you." This time the man approaches the parrot defensively. "What?"
The parrot replies, "You know."
Those of you who know The Husband or his family might recognize this as "Number 24." Long ago they assigned a number to each standard joke so that they could spend less time telling and more time laughing. Have a happy day.
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Monday, September 19, 2011
#32
Contributed by The Husband.
A preacher visits a yard sale two houses down from his own and purchases a push lawn mower from a young boy.
The young boy assures him the mower is in good running condition.
The preacher takes the mower home and goes outside to mow the yard. He pulls and pulls on the cord, but the mower will not start.
He finally goes back to the young boy, who is still making deals at his yard sale. "That mower you sold me will not start, son."
"Did you give it a good cussin'?" asks the boy.
"No, sir," the preacher answers, somewhat insulted. "I have been a minister some 30 years and have forgotten those words."
"Just keep pullin' on that rope. They'll come back to you."
Those of you who know The Husband or his family might recognize this as "Number 32." Long ago they assigned a number to each standard joke so that they could spend less time telling and more time laughing. Have a happy day.
A preacher visits a yard sale two houses down from his own and purchases a push lawn mower from a young boy.
The young boy assures him the mower is in good running condition.
The preacher takes the mower home and goes outside to mow the yard. He pulls and pulls on the cord, but the mower will not start.
He finally goes back to the young boy, who is still making deals at his yard sale. "That mower you sold me will not start, son."
"Did you give it a good cussin'?" asks the boy.
"No, sir," the preacher answers, somewhat insulted. "I have been a minister some 30 years and have forgotten those words."
"Just keep pullin' on that rope. They'll come back to you."
Those of you who know The Husband or his family might recognize this as "Number 32." Long ago they assigned a number to each standard joke so that they could spend less time telling and more time laughing. Have a happy day.
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