Three railroad construction workers, a Chinese man, an Italian, and a redneck, are all sitting down to lunch.
"Man," the Chinese man says. "If I get another egg roll in my lunch, Ill kill myself."
"Man," the Italian says. "If I get another slice of pizza in my lunch, Ill kill myself."
"Man," the redneck says. "If I get another ham n cheese sandwich in my lunch, Ill kill myself."
The next day, all three men get the same lunches, and they all three throw themselves in front of an oncoming train. At the funeral, everybodys crying.
"This is all my fault!" says the Chinese mans wife. "If only I hadnt packed an egg roll that day."
"This is all my fault!" says the Italians wife. "If only I hadnt packed a slice of pizza that day."
"Dont look at me," says the rednecks wife. "He packed his own lunch."
A County Deputy pulled a car over on Hwy US 41 about 2 miles north of the Wis / Mich state line When the Deputy asked the driver why he was speeding, the driver answered that he was a magician and a juggler and he was on his way to Green Bay to do a show that night at the Oneida Casino, where he had a gig and didnt want to be late. The deputy told the driver he was fascinated by juggling, and if the driver would do a little juggling for him that he wouldnt give him a ticket. The driver told the deputy that he had sent all of his equipment on ahead and didnt have anything to juggle. The deputy told him that he had some flares in the trunk of his squad car and asked if he could juggle them. The juggler stated that he could, so the deputy got three flares,lit them and handed them to the juggler. While the man was doing his juggling act, a car pulled in behind the squad car, a drunk got out and watched the performance briefly, he then went over to the squad car, opened the rear door and got in. The deputy observed him doing this and went over to his squad car, opened the door and asked the drunk what he thought he was doing. The drunk replied, Might as well take my ass to jail. Theres no way in Hell I can pass that test.
A rabbi, a priest, and a minister are discussing what they do with donations to their respective religious organizations.
The minister says that he draws a circle on the floor, throws the money up in the air, and whatever lands in the circle, he gives to God, and whatever lands outside the circle, he keeps.
The priest uses a similar method. He draws the circle, but whatever lands outside the circle, he gives to God, and whatever lands inside, he keeps.
The rabbi has a slightly different method of dividing the money. He throws all the money up in the air. Whatever God wants, he keeps.
Saddam Hussein and Bill Clinton meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When Bill sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Saddams chair.
They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the first button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Clinton in the face. Confused, Clinton carries on talking as Saddam laughs.
A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Clinton in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again Clinton carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries.
But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Clinton in the privates, hes finally had enough, knowing that he cant do much without them functioning well.
Im going back home! he tells the Iraqi. Well finish these talks in two weeks!
A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Clintons chair and prepares himself for the Yanks revenge.
They begin talking and Bill presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens. Clinton snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens. Clinton roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing happens. Clinton falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.
Forget this, says Saddam. Im going back to Baghdad!
Clinton says through tears of laughter, What Baghdad?
One good thing about repeating your mistakes is that you know when to cringe.
What do you call an open can of tuna in a Lesbians apartment?
Po-pouri!!!
Michael the Dragon Master was an official in King Arthurs court. He had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queens voluptuous breasts. But he knew the penalty for this would be death.
One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio, who was the Kings chief physician. Horatio said, I can arrange it, but I will need 1,000 gold coins to pay bribes. Michael the Dragon Master readily agreed.
The next day Horatio made up a batch of itching powder and poured a little of it into the Queens brassiere while she was taking a bath. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew in intensity. Upon being called to the royal chambers, Horatio told the King that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown such a saliva was only to be found in Michael the Dragon Masters mouth.
King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master. Michael the Dragon Master slipped the antidote lotion into his mouth and for the next four hours worked passionately on the Queens magnificent breasts.
Satisfied, he returned to his chamber and found Horatio demanding payment. However, with his obsession now satisfied, he refused to pay Horatio anything and shooed him away, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder onto King Arthurs loincloth. King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master …
Moral of the story: Pay your bills
A stutterer returned from a two-week intensive stuttering therapy program in a distant city. His friends asked how the therapy had gone.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, the stutterer said, completely fluent.
His friends expressed amazement.
Y-y-y-yes, b-b-b-but its h-h-hard t-to w-w-work th-that into a c-c-c-conversation, he said.
The best of old postings from RHF are now also available in the new group rec.humor.funny.reruns.
The archives are also at http://comedy.clari.net/rhf/
ADULT: A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.
BEAUTY PARLOUR: A place where women curl up and dye.
CANNIBAL: Someone who is fed up with people.
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