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Sober as a Judge

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A crown court judge was out on the town one Friday evening, partaking of some of Londons finest drinking establishments. Returning home to his good lady wife in the wee small hours, he realised he was going to be for the high jump when she saw the state he was in. His Saville Row suit had vomit all the way down it.

Charles she bellowed.

What on EARTH have you been doing?

Thinking on his feet, he replied Oh…… a dreadful ruffian discharged his ample evenings excesses all over me as I was about to head home. As fortune would have it, he was arrested shortly after, and I will be hearing his case on Monday morning.

Monday morning came, with the judge conducting his business free of controversy. He still had this nagging feeling however, that hed need to have his story straight for his wife when returning home. She was an inquisitive woman, with an eye for detail. Then, out of the blue, she rang him in his chambers.

Charles, what happened to that oik who sullied your jacket on Friday night?

she asked.

Well he replied.

He hasnt appeared before me yet. The case was adjourned until this afternoon, but Ill give him three months in prison for sure.

Frankly Charles, I think youd better give him six months — hes shit in your trousers as well!

Two guys standing at the urinal.

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Ed and Ted were standing at the urinals in a public lavatory when Ed

glanced over and noticed that Teds penis was twisted like a corkscrew.

Blimey, Ed said. Ive never seen one like that before!

Like what? Ted said.

All twisted like a pigs tail Ed said.

Well whats yours like? Ted said.

Well straight like normal Ed said.

I thought mine was normal til I saw yours Ted said.

Ed finished what he was doing and started to give his old boy a shake down prior to putting it back in his pants.

What did you do that for? Ted said.

Shaking off the excess drops Ed said. Like normal.

Shit Ted said. And all these years Ive been wringing it!

Used Encyclopedia Salesmen?

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Faxed to me at work by a colleague:

For Sale by Owner:
Complete Set of Encyclopedia Brittanica
Excellent condition, but no longer needed;
Fucking wife knows everything.

Elephant Fart

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Q. Whats the difference between an elephants fart and a cocktail saloon?

A. Ones a Bar Room and the others a BARRROOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Blind Pilots

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One day at a busy airport, the passengers on a commercial airliner are

seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up so they can get under

way.

The pilot and copilot finally appear in the rear of the plane, and begin

walking up to the cockpit through the center aisle.

Both appear to be blind.

The pilot is using a white cane, bumping into passengers right and left as

he stumbles down the aisle, and the copilot is using a guide dog. Both have

their eyes covered with huge sunglasses.

At first the passengers do not react; thinking that it must be some sort of

practical joke. However, after a few minutes the engines start revving and

the airplane starts moving down the runway.

The passengers look at each other with some uneasiness, whispering among

themselves and looking desperately to the stewardesses for reassurance.

Then the airplane starts accelerating rapidly and people begin panicking.

Some passengers are praying, and as the plane gets closer

and closer to the end of the runway, the voices are becoming more and

more hysterical.

Finally, when the airplane has less than 20 feet of runway left, there is a

sudden change in the pitch of the shouts as everyone screams at once, and

at the very last moment the airplane lifts off and is airborne.

Up in the cockpit, the copilot breathes a sigh of relief and turns to

the pilot: You know, one of these days the passengers arent going to

scream, and were gonna get killed!

Famous Uses of the F Word

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What the fuck was that?

The Mayor of Hiroshima

Look at all these fucking Indians

General Custer

Full speed ahead and fuck the icebergs!

— Captain of the Titanic

Thats not a fucking real gun

John Lennon

The fucking throttles stuck

Donald Campbell

Whos going to fucking know?

President Nixon

Heads are going to fucking roll

Henry VIII

Watch him, hell have some fuckers eye out

King Harold

Scattered showers my fucking ass

Noah

Where the fuck have you been?

Stanley to Livingston

Can you smell fucking gas?

Captain of the Hindenburg

Fuck you Brutus!

Julius Caeser

Fart categorizations

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Weve seen fart categorizations before, but this one is a bit diff.

THE ANTICIPATED FART:
This one warns that it is back there waiting for some time before it arrives. A person who is uneasy for a time in a crowd and who later farts at a time when they think no one will notice has farted an Anticipated Fart.
THE BACK SEAT FART:
This is a fart that occurs only in automobiles. It is identified chiefly by odor. The Back Seat Fart can usually be concealed by traffic noise as it is an eased-out fart and not very loud. But its odor is foul, will give it away, due to the way air moves around in a car. And then someone will say, who farted in the back seat?
THE BARRED OWL FART:
A familiarity with owl calls is helpful in identifying this fart. Almost any morning if you get up just before daybreak you can hear one of these birds talking to himself. Its a sort of a crazy laugh, particularly the way it ends. If you hear a fart that has about eight notes in it, ending on a couple of down notes, and it sounds maniacal, you have heard the rare Barred Owl Fart.
THE BULLET FART:
Its single and most pronounced diagnostic characteristic is its sound. It sounds like a rifle shot. The farter can be said to have snapped it off. It can startle spectators and farter alike. Fairly common following the eating of the more common fart foods, such as beans.
THE COMMAND FART:
This fart differs from the Anticipated Fart in that it can be held for long periods of time waiting for the right moment. Unlike the Anticipated Fart, it is intended to be noticed. Harold Tabor recently held a Command Fart for the whole period in history class and let it go right at the end when the teacher asked if there were any questions.
THE COMMON FART:
This fart needs little description. It is to the world of farts what the house sparrow is to the world of birds. I can see no point in describing this far any further.
THE CUSHIONED FART:
A concealed fart, sometimes successful. The farter is usually on the fat side, sometimes a girl. They will squirm and push their butt way down into the cushions of a sofa or over-stuffed chair and ease-out a fart very carefully without moving then or for some time after. Some odor may escape, but usually not much. Common with some people.
THE ECHO FART:
This is a fart that can be wrongly identified. It is not some great loud fart in an empty gym or on the rim of the Grand Canyon. The true Echo Fart is a fart that makes its own echo. It is a two-toned fart, the first tone loud, then a pause, and then the second tone. Like an echo.
THE G AND L FART:
This is one of the most ordinary and pedestrian of farts, known to everyone. Certainly it is the least gross. If you have not already guessed, G and L stands for Gambled and Lost. One of the most embarrassing of all farts, even when you are alone.
THE GHOST FART:
A doubtful fart in most cases, as it is supposed to be identified by odor alone and to occur, for instance, in an empty house. You enter and smell a fart, yet no one is there. People will insist that only a fart could have that odor, but some believe it is just something that happens to smell like a fart.
THE HIC-HACHOO-FART FART:
This is strictly an old ladys fart. What happens is that the person manages to hiccough, sneeze, and fart all at the same time. After an old lady farts a Hic-Hachoo-Fart Fart she will usually pat her chest and say, My, my, or Well, well. There is no reason she should not be proud, as this is probably as neat an old persons fart as there is.
THE JERK FART:
The Jerk Fart is a fart by a jerk who smirks, smiles, grins, and points to himself in case you missed it. It is usually a single-noted, off-key, fading away, sort of whistle fart, altogether pitiful, but the jerk will act as if he has just farted the Biggest Fart in the World Fart.
THE JOHN FART:
The John Fart is simply any ordinary fart farted on the john. It is naturally a group one identification, with the wound, whatever it was, somewhat muffled. If it is all the persons trip to the john amounted to he will be disappointed for sure. Common as pigeons.
THE LEAD FART:
The heaviets of all farts. It sounds like a dropped ripe watermelon. Or a falling body in some cases. It is the only fart that goes thud. Except for the odor, which is also very heavy, it could be missed altogether as a far. What was that, you might think? And never guess.
THE MALTED MILK BALL FART:
Odor alone is diagnostic and positively identifies this fart. It smells exactly like malted milk balls. No other food works this way. It is rare.
THE OH MY GOD FART:
This is the most awful and dreadful stinking of all farts – a fart that smells like a month-old rotten egg – as the Oh My God Fart. If you should ever encounter it, however, you may first want to say, oh shit, which would be understandable.
THE OMEN FART:
This is the adult version of the Poo-Poo Fart. About the only difference is that the farter will not say anything. He will just look kind of funny and head for the john. This one is easy to spot if you pay attention.
THE ORGANIC FART:
Sometimes called the Health Food Nut Fart. The person who farts an Organic Fart may be talking about the healthy food he eats even when he farts. If he is heavily into health foods he may even ask if you noticed how good and pure and health his fart smells. It may smell to you like any other fart, but there is no harm in agreeing with him. He is doing what he thinks is best.
THE QUIVER FART:
A group one identification fart only. When you fart, it quivers. If it tickles, then it is the Tickle Fart. If you have to scratch it, then it is the Scratchass Fart.
THE RAMBLING PHADUKA FART:
You must not be fooled by its pretty-sounding name, as this is one of the most frightening of all farts. It is frightening to farter and spectator alike. It has a sound of pain to it. What is most diagnostic about it, however, is its length. It is the longest-lasting fart there is. It will sometimes leave the farter unable to speak. As though he has had the wind knocked out of him. A strong, loud, wavering fart, it goes on for at least fifteen seconds.
THE RELIEF FART:
Sound or odor dont matter on this one. What matters is the tremendous sense of relief that you have finally farted. Some people will even say, Wow, what a relief. Very common.
THE RELUCTANT FART:
This is probably one of the oldest farts known to man. The Reluctant Fart is a fart that seems to have a mind of its own. It gives the impression that it likes staying where it is. It will come when it is ready, not before. This can take half-a-day in some instances.
THE RUSTY GATE FART:
The sound of this fart seems almost impossible for a fart. Is is the most dry and squeaky sound a fart can make. The Rusty Gate Fart sounds as if it would have worked a lot easier if it had been oiled. It sounds like a fart that hurts.
THE S.B.D. FART:
S.B.D. stands for Silent But Deadly. This is no doubt one of the most common farts that exists. No problem of identification with this one.
THE SANDPAPER FART:
This one scratches. Otherwise it may not amount to much. You should remember that if you reach back and scratch, it automatically becomes a Scratchass Fart. Common.
THE SKILLSAW FART:
A truly awesome fart. It vibrates the farter. Really shakes him up. People back away. It sounds like an electric skillsaw ripping through a piece of half-inch plywood. Very impressive. Not too common.
THE SONIC BOOM FART:
The people who believe in this fart claim it is even bigger than the Biggest Fart In The World Fart. The Sonic Boom Fart is supposed to shake the house and rattle the windows. This is ridiculous. No fart in the world shakes houses and rattles windows. A fart that could do that would put the farter into orbit or blow his crazy head off.
THE SPLATTER FART:
Unfortunately the Splatter Fart exists. It is the wettest of all farts. It probably should not be called a fart at all.
THE STUTTER FART:
If you think stuttering is funny, this is a very funny fart. It is a fart that cant seem to get going. The sound is best described as pt,pt,pt-pt,pt-pt-pt,pop,pop-pop-pop-POW! It is usually a forced-out far that gets caught crossways, as they say, and only gets farted after considerable effort.
THE TACO BELL FART:
The Taco Bell Fart is far richer and full-bodied than your ordinary Junk Fart and takes longer to build up. Sometimes hours or even a day. But it will get there. And it will hang around after, too, even on a windy day.
THE TEFLON FART:
Slips out without a sound and no strain at all. A very good fart in situations where you would rather not fart at all. You can be talking to someone and not miss saying a word. If the wind is right he will never know.
THE THANK GOD IM ALONE FART:
Everyone knows this rotten fart. You look around after you have farted and say Thank God Im alone. Then you get out of there.
THE TICKLE FART:
A group one only and one of the easiest to identify. Usually a slow soft sort of fart. If you like being tickled this is the fart for you.

God Overrules Supreme Court Verdict

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Bush to Be Smitten Later Today

In a stunning development this morning, God invoked the one nation
under God clause of the Pledge of Allegiance to overrule last nights
Supreme Court decision that handed the White House to George Bush.

Im not sure where the Supreme Court gets off, God said this morning
on a rare Today Show appearance, but Im sure as hell not going to
lay back and let Bush get away with this bullshit.

Ive watched analysts argue for weeks now that the exact votecount in
Florida will never be known. Well, Im God and I do know
exactly who voted for whom. Lets cut to the chase: Gore won Florida
by exactly 20,219 votes.

Shocking political analysts and pundits, Gods unexpected verdict
overrules the official Electoral College tally and awards Florida to
Al Gore, giving him a 289-246 victory. The Bush campaign is analyzing
Gods Word for possible grounds for appeal.

Gods ruling is a classic over-reach, argued Bush campaign
strategist Jim Baker. Clearly, a divine intervention in a U.S.
Presidential Election is unprecedented, unjust, and goes against the
constitution of the state of Florida.

Jim Bakers a jackass, God responded. Hes got some surprises ahead
of him, let me tell you. Hot ones, if you know what I mean.

God, who provided the exact vote counts for every Florida precinct,
explained that bad balloting machinery and voter confusion were no
grounds to give the White House to a friggin idiot. Look, only 612
people in Palm Beach County voted for Buchanan. Get real! The rest
meant to vote for Gore. Dont believe me? Ill name them: Anderson,
Pete; Anderson, Sam, Jr.; Arthur, James; Barnhardt, Ron…

The Lord then went on to note that he was displeased with George W.
Bushs prideful ways and announced that he would officially smite him
today. In an act of wrath unlike any reported since the Book of Job,
God has taken all of Bushs goats and livestock, stripped him of his
wealth and possessions, sold his family into slavery, forced the
former presidential candidate into hard labor in a salt mine, and
afflicted him with deep boils.

Dick Cheney will reportedly receive leprosy.

Death hunt

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Two guys are walking through the forest when one of the guys trips. The other guy calls 911, the operator picks up and asks what his emergancy is. He explains his friend tripped walking through the woods and he doesnt know what to do. The operator tells him to make sure he is dead. The guy says ok and sets the phone down. he walks over to his friend and cocks his gun then shoots. he runs back to the phone and askes what do i do now?

The Yiddishe Parrot

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Meyer, a lonely widower was walking home along Delancy Street one day wishing something wonderful would happen into his life when he passed a pet store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in Yiddish:



Quawwwwk…vus macht du…yeah, du…outside, standing like a putzel…eh?



Meyer rubbed his eyes and ears. He couldnt believe it. The proprietor sprang out of the door and grabbed Meyer by the sleeve. Come in here, fella, and check out this parrot…



Meyer stood in front of an African Grey that cocked his little head and said: Vus? Kenst reddin Yiddish?



Meyer turned excitedly to the storeowner. He speaks Yiddish?



Vuh den? Chinese maybe?, the bird said.



In a matter of moments, Meyer had placed five hundred dollars down on the counter and carried the parrot in his cage away with him. All night he talked with the parrot. In Yiddish. He told the parrot about his fathers adventures coming to America. About how beautiful his mother was when she was a young bride. About his family. About his years of working in the garment center. About Florida. The parrot listened and commented. They shared some walnuts. The parrot told him of living in the pet store, how he hated the weekends. They both went to sleep.



The next morning, Meyer began to put on his tefillin all the while saying his prayers. The parrot demanded to know what he was doing, and when Meyer explained, the parrot wanted some too. Meyer went out and hand-made a miniature set of tefillin for the parrot. The parrot wanted to learn to daven and learn every prayer. He wanted to learn to read Hebrew so Meyer spent weeks and months sitting and teaching the parrot, teaching him Torah. In time, Meyer came to love and count on the parrot as a friend and a Jew. He had been saved.



One morning, on Rosh Hashanah, Meyer rose and got dressed and was about to leave when the parrot demanded to go with him. Meyer explained that Shul was not place for a bird but the parrot made a terrific argument and was carried to Shul on Meyers shoulder. Needless to say, they made quite a spectacle and Meyer was questioned by everyone including the Rabbi and Cantor. They refused to allow a bird into the building on the High Holydays but Meyer convinced them to let him in this one time, swearing that parrot could daven.



Wagers were made with Meyer. Thousands of dollars were bet (even odds) that the parrot could NOT daven, could not speak Yiddish or Hebrew, etc. All eyes were on the African Grey during services. The parrot perched on Meyers shoulder as one prayer and song passed — Meyer heard not a peep from the bird. He began to become annoyed, slapping at his shoulder and mumbling under his breath, Daven! Nothing. Daven…parrot, you can daven, so daven…come on, everybodys looking at you! Nothing.



After Rosh Hashanah services concluded, Meyer found that he owed his Shul buddies and the Rabbi over four thousand dollars. He marched home, pissed off, saying nothing. Finally several blocks from the temple the bird began to sing an old Yiddish song and was happy as a lark. Meyer stopped and looked at him. You miserable bird, you cost me over four thousand dollars. Why? After I made your tefillin and taught you the morning prayers, and taught you to read Hebrew and the Torah. And after you begged me to bring you to Shul on Rosh Hashanah, why? Why did you do this to me?



Dont be a schmuck, the parrot replied. Think of the odds on Yom Kippur.