27
Mar

Burglar breaking in a religious persons house

Late one night, a burglar broke into a house that he thought was empty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly he froze in his tracks when he heard a loud voice say: Jesus is watching you!

Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward again.

Jesus is watching you, the voice boomed again. The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened. Frantically, he looked all around.

In a dark corner, he spotted a bird cage and in the cage was a parrot. He asked the parrot: Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?

Yes, said the parrot.

The burglar breathed a sigh of relief, then he asked the parrot: Whats your name?

Clarence, said the bird.

Thats a dumb name for a parrot, sneered the burglar. What idiot named you Clarence?

The parrot replied: The same idiot who named the Rottweiller Jesus.

27
Mar

Measure Intelligence

Q: How do you measure a blondes intelligence?

A: Stick a tire pressure gauge in her ear!

26
Mar

Un da se muere un

Un día se muere un tipo y se encuentra en el infierno. Mientras tiritaba de desesperación tuvo su primer encuentro con el diablo:

¿Qué te pasa, cabrón?, le cuestiona el diablo.

¿Qué te parece? ¡Estoy en el infierno!

No está tan mal. Actualmente tenemos un montón de diversión aquí. ¿Te gusta beber?

Seguro, amo el alcohol.

Bueno, vas a amar los lunes entonces. Los lunes todo lo que hacemos es beber whisky, tequila, vino… bebemos hasta que reventamos y luego bebemos un poquito más.

Je, je, suena grandioso.

¿Eres fumador?

Más de lo que crees.

¡Perfecto, vas a amar los martes! Conseguimos los cigarros más finos de todo el mundo y fumamos hasta que vomitamos los pulmones. Si te agarras cáncer, no hay problema: ya estás muerto.

¡Guau!

Apuesto a que te gusta el juego.

Sí, en realidad, sí.

Bien, porque los miércoles es el día del juego: ruleta, black jack, carreras de caballos; lo que quieras. Hasta hemos abierto una mesa de strip-poker.

¡Mierda, nunca antes había jugado strip-poker!

Bueno, ahora puedes. ¿Te gustan las drogas?

Sí, amo las drogas. No querrás decir qué…?

¡Exacto! Los jueves es el día de las drogas. Puedes meter tu cabeza en un bol de crack. Fumar un porro del tamaño de un submarino. Puedes hacer lo que quieras con las drogas y si se te va la mano con la dosis, está todo bien: ya estás muerto.

¡Carajo, nunca imaginé que el infierno fuera un lugar con tanta onda!

¿Eres gay?

¡Oh, no!

Uf, vas a odiar los viernes.

26
Mar

Yo mamma so stupid…

Yo mamma so stupid she got hit by a parked car.

26
Mar

Life is what passes you

Life is what passes you by while youre busy making other plans.

26
Mar

Eurospin (poss. offensive to Europeans)

Amsterdam (AP/UPI) — While the Lewinsky scandal continues to rage on the front of American newspapers, a much different reaction has developed on this side of the Atlantic. To world-wise, sophisticated Europeans, the spectacle is a curious sideshow and another reason to mock and disdain the puritan morals of their American counterparts.

You feelthy Americans, you make me seek, says sneering French graduate student Serge Tati, 47, expressing a common sentiment. Fashionably clad in a horizontal stripe t-shirt and skin-tight Speedo, he was recently relaxing on the Lido with his mistress Yvette LaFleur, 43. Like thousands of fellow French graduate students, he was enjoying his annual 28-week vacation.

Beel Clinton, he is Euro, no. He eez moderne, he eez now. He has joie de vivre. He ravages zee young geerls. In my country, we geeve heem a medal, no? asks Tati, deeply drawing on a clove cigarette.

Oui, like Jerry Lewees, adds the topless LaFleur, carefully combing her armpit and leg hair. And yet you treat heem like a common creeminal, noted Tati.

Ptui! You I speet on you, pheelistine American peegs! Wiss your amburgairs and tailfins and your soap! Ha-ha, we laugh at you! he added, shaking his pinched fingers in a Euro-expression of disgust. The interview abruptly ended when a nearby sunbather was angered after being slapped by one of Tatis errant hand gestures. Tati and the subather proceeded to engage in a furious kicking and slapping fight, before fleeing in terror after spotting a German tourist.

At EuroDisney in Fontainbleu, many visitors were likewise perplexed by Americas scandal obsession. Mitterand, he eez to having many affairs, no? We adore heem as a god, explains Jacqueline Robspierre, 28, an adverb specialist at the French Ministry of Language Purity. You puny insignificant Americans, you treat Beel Clinton as eef he were a mere mortal.

Herve Souci agrees. Like thousands of other EuroDisney workers, Souci,39, is on strike demanding government designation as an artiste, which, if granted, will translate into a 47 week annual vacation. Zee American how you say-right-wingair, he eez blind. He cannot see zee simple beauty of Beel Clinton, of zee Jean-Luc Goddard feelm, of zee European football, says Souci, removing the head of his Mickey Mouse costume for a drink of wine. Merde! How I pity and despise you, he adds, pausing to kick two children attempting to cross the picket line.

Across the English Channel and long accustomed to their own lurid sex scandals, Britons appear to find the Lewinsky affair somewhat boring. At the Dog and Queen, a picturesque pub in Londons Mayfair section, a group of locals discusses the scandal over a traditional lunch of boiled sheep pancreas, bitter spleen pie, rancid chocolate and warm beer.

We do have a special relationship with you Yanks, but I must say you have gone a bit starkers over this Lewinsky business, laughs Nigel Ealing, 32, a quality reduction engineer at Jaguar. It positively reminds one of your obsession with plumbing, dentistry and shampoo.

Collin Framinghampton-Smythe, an unemployed soccer hooligan for ManchesterUnited, agreed. Bloody ell, you avent got a single snapshot of er knickers. Shut your bloody gob, ye wee bastard, added his friend Derek Hobson, playfully smashing a pint glass into Framinghampton-Smythes face, dislodging four of his remaining teeth before vomiting on the snooker table.

In Amsterdam, perhaps Europes most cosmopolitan city, the locals openlylaugh at the perceived Puritanism of their American cousins.

Americans, they must have hangups, many many hangups, not like we open-minded Dutch, says leather-hooded, whip-wielding Mistress Dominique, 67, a performer at Amsterdams Elderslutz, a government-operated live sex show featuring senior citizens. The show was created by the Dutch government to provide jobs for unemployed elderly prostitutes.

Bart TenBoek, 42, a government-employed heroin addict, agrees. Bill Clinton is a hero. He is a model of Eurostyle for the backward Americans. No. Wait a minute. He is a tree. A big glowing, pink tree. Flying across the sky making a beautiful, beautiful rainbow, notes TenBoek, laughing uncontrollably as he collapses into a fetal position.

In Milan, where amore is way of life, the citizenry is solidly behind President Clinton. Si, Beel Clinton is multi bello, say Giancarlo Leone, 32, an unemployed movie extra and father of twelve. He is how you say my-a hero. Ciao, bella! Bellisima, Bellisima, he compliments a passing girl, pausing to make smooching sounds as he pinches her hindquarters. Ow! he adds painfully, fleeing on his rusting Vespa to avoid another flowerpot from his wife, who is screaming from a nearby balcony.

In faraway Barcelona, Juan Ortega has similar sentiments. Si, I tink de Americans, dey not like Meester Cleenton too good enough, says Ortega, who had a Coke concession at the 1992 Olympics, but has since been unemployed. Dey should love heem, like we love paella or Generalissimo Franco.

Helga Ericksson, 54, an official with the Swedish Ministry of Furniture and Suicide in Stockholm, agrees. Yah, Americans are fascists. They moostembrace Clinton. Like ve Svedes embrace depression and death.

Germans Dieter Schaden, 28, and Igo Reinholdt, 34, have a message for scandal-obsessed Americans. Ja, get mitten der twentiest century, says the couple, between acts of their bondage and discipline show at a dark Berlin discotheque.

Jane, style editor at the New York Times and a longtime Europhile, feels embarrassment over American scandalmania. All across the continent, they are laughing at our backward, prudish, puritan morals. I almost feel too ashamed to go to there anymore, she says, sipping a cup of black espresso. Kirschner thinks the continentals are on to something.

We have a lot to learn from them. Americans need to become more open-minded and jaded. We need to adopt sophisticated European ways, like $8 per gallon gasoline and 145% tax brackets. The recent election gives Kirschner some hope,though. Apparently, Americans arent as hung up on this scandal as the media thought. Thankfully, we are becoming more like the Europeans.

(Original source unknown.)

25
Mar

Fun to do during an exam

You should not attempt these things during an actual exam. The following is meant for entertainment purposes only.

21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

25
Mar

Slip Into Something Comfortable

Why dont you slip into something comfortable. . .like a coma.

25
Mar

If all you have is

If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

25
Mar

The Lions

The Lions practice was postponed today after one of the players found an unusual, white substance on the field. FBI field agents were quickly sent in to examine. After extensive research, the substance was found to be the endzone. Practice was then continued, the goverment sure that the Lions would never see it again.