Old and New Jokes

Q: How do blonde brain cells die?

A: Alone.

A man takes the day off work and decides to go out golfing. He is on the second hole when he notices a frog sitting next to the green. He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he hears,Ribbit. 9 Iron The man looks around and doesnt see anyone. Ribbit. 9 Iron. He looks at the frog
and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts his other club away, and grabs a 9 iron. Boom! He hits it 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He says to the frog, Wow, thats amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh? The frog replys Ribbit. Lucky frog. The man decides
to take the frog with him to the next hole. What do you think frog? the man asks. Ribbit. 3 Wood. The guy takes out a 3 Wood and Boom! Hole in one. The man is befuddled and doesnt know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best game of golf in his life and asks the frog,OK, where to next? The frog replied, Ribbit. Las Vegas. They go to Las Vegas and the guy says, OK frog, now what? The frog
says,Ribbit Roulette. Upon approaching the roulette table, the man asks, What do you think I should bet? The frog replies, Ribbit. $3000, black 6. Now, this is a million-to-one shot to win, but after the golf game, the man figures what the heck. Boom! Tons of cash comes sliding back across the table. The man takes his winnings and buys the best room in the hotel. He sits the frog down and says, Frog, I dont
know how to repay you. Youve won me all this money and I am forever grateful. The frog replies, Ribbit, Kiss Me. He figures why not, since after all the frog did for him he deserves it. With a kiss, the frog turns into a gorgeous 15-year-old girl.And that, your honor, is how the girl ended up in my room.

Marge Schott, the owner of the Cincinati Reds baseball team, known for her remarkbly insensitive stereotyping, is a joke unto herself… however…

Didja hear that Marge Schott came up to bat the other night?

She was the designated Hitler.

A Jewish boy was walking with his girlfriend on the grounds of his fathers house. His father was a successful doctor, and was carrying out a circumcision in the on-site surgery.

As they were walking, they heard a scream and a foreskin flew out of the window and landed at the girls feet.

Whats this, she asked.

Taste it, he replied, If you like it, Ill give you a whole one!

One day, a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the Devil.

Devil: Why so glum?

Guy: Why do you think? Im in hell.

Devil: Hells not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here.

You a drinking man?

Guy: Sure I love to drink.

Devil: Well youre gonna love Mondays, then. On Mondays thats all we do. Drink, Drink, Drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, diet tab… We drink until we throw up and then we drink some more.

Guy: Gee, that sounds great.

Devil: You a smoker?

Guy: You better believe it.

Devil: All right! Youre gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from around the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer, its okay…youre already dead!

Guy: No way!

Devil: I bet you like to gamble.

Guy: Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Devil: Good, because Wednesday is gambling day. Craps, blackjack, horse races; you name it. Weve even opened up a Pai Gow poker table.

Guy: Hmmm, Ive never played pai gow before …

Devil: Well now you can. You like to do drugs?

Guy: Yes, I love drugs! You dont mean …

Devil: Thats right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a big bowl of crack. Smoke a doobie the size of your head. You can do all the drugs you want. If you overdose? Its okay! Youre already dead!!

Guy: Yes! I never realized that hell was such a swinging place!!

Devil: So… are you gay?

Guy: Uh, no.

Devil: Ooooh (grimaces), you are gonna HATE Fridays!

A 90-year old man announces his intention to marry a woman of

30.

He is persuaded to have a medical exam first. Everyone tells me I need a checkup to see if Im sexually fit, he says to the doctor.

Okay, says the medic, let me see your sex organs.

So the old guy sticks out his tongue and his middle finger.

Theres these two English blokes on a ski-ing trip, and one says to the other, whilst theyre at the top of the hill, What are we supposed to do, then?

To which the other replies, Well, you see those flags … were suppose to zag-zig in between them.

Dont you mean zig-zag? says the other,

No, zag-zig …

Anyway so they argue for quite a while. About as long as it takes for people to get bored with moaning about Squiffy, when one says Well ask Klaus the Kraut. Hell know.

So off they go to Klaus and one says, Tell me Klaus, me owd obergruppermeister, them flags … do we zig-zag or zag-zig?

Vell, says Klaus, I tsink zat you zig-zag, but I dont care, Im a tobogganist.

To which our lad says, Oh great. Ill have 20 Malboro, then.

This joke was told to me this past weekend by Estil Vance, who probably
heard it from someone at Johns Hopkins Medical School.

A ventriloquist was driving through the midwest when his car broke down.
He walked a ways and found a farmer who would let him use his phone. Well,
the farmer seemed to be a real stereotypical rural type, so the ventriloquist
thought it would be possible to have some fun with him. The farmer began
to lead him back to the house.

Along the way, they passed a horse. The ventriloquist said to the farmer,
Is this your horse? The farmer replied, Yep. The ventriloquist asked,
Can he talk? The farmer said, Nope. The ventriloquist then said to the
horse, So, how do you like it here? He then threw his voice, and said in
a horse-like voice, Oh, its pretty good. Every morning the farmer feeds me
oats. Upon hearing this the farmer was startled and quickened his pace.

Soon they came to a cow. The ventriloquist asked, Is this your cow? and
the farmer replied, Yep. He then asked, Does it talk? and the farmer
replied, I..I dont think so. The ventriloquist asked the cow, How do you
like it here? and threw his voice again. In a cow-like voice, he said,
Oh, I like it just fine. Every morning the farmer comes and milks me.
Upon hearing this, the farmer squirmed. He looked down at the ground and
continued walking.

Soon they came to some sheep. The ventriloquist asked, Are these your
sheep? and the farmer replied, Yep. He then asked, Do they talk? and
the farmer exclaimed, Yes, but they lie!

Neil Weinstock

What has 226 teeth and holds back a monster?

What do you call a Mexican being baptized?

Bean dip.