Old and New Jokes

There was once a very prim and proper older lady who had a problem
with passing gas. Since she came from a generation when people didnt
even talk about this kind of problem it took a long time for her to
seek help. Finally, however, she was persuaded to consult her family
doctor.

After she filled out all the proper forms and had waited about 20
minutes in the waiting room the doctor called her into his office,
leaned back in his chair, folded his hands into a steeple and asked
her how he could help.

Doctor, she said, I have a very bad gas problem. A gas
problem? replied the doctor. Yes. Yesterday afternoon I had
lunch with the Secretary of State and his wife and had six, um, er,
ahhh… silent gas emissions. Last night I had dinner with the
governor and his wife and had <blush> four silent gas emissions.
Then, while sitting in your waiting room I had five silent gas
emissions! Doctor, youve got to help me! What can we do?

Well, said the doctor thoughtfully, I think the first thing
were going to do is give you a hearing test.

A man walked into a crowded doctors office. As he approached the desk, the receptionist asked, Yes sir, may we help you?

Theres something wrong with my dick, he replied.

The receptionist became aggravated and said, You shouldnt come into a crowded office and say things like that. Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you, he said.

We do not use language like that here, she said. Please go outside and come back in and say that theres something wrong with your ear or whatever.

The man walked out, waited several minutes and reentered.

The receptionist smiled smugly and asked, Yes? Theres something wrong with my ear, he stated.

The receptionist nodded approvingly, And what is wrong with your ear, sir?

I cant piss out of it, the man replied!

A blonde goes into work one morning crying her eyes out.

Her boss, concerned about his employees well being, asks sympathetically, Whats the matter?

The blonde replies, Early this morning I got a phone call saying that my mother had passed away.

Im terribly sorry to hear that. Why dont you go home for the day… we arent terribly busy. Just take the day off to relax and rest.

The blonde very calmly explains, No, Id be better off here. I need to keep my mind off it and I have the best chance of doing that here.

The boss agrees and allows the blonde to work as usual. If you need anything, just let me know, he says.

A few hours pass and the boss decides to check on the blonde. He looks out over his office and sees the blonde crying hysterically. He rushes out to her, and asks, Are you going to be okay? Is there anything I can do to help?

No, replies the blonde, I just got a call from my sister, and she said that HER mom died too!

A man took his wife to a Broadway show.

During the first intermission he had to attend to natures call in the worst way, so he hurried to find the bathrooms. He searched in vain for the bathrooms, but he finally found a beautiful fountain with foliage, and since nobody was watching, so he decided to take a relieve himself right there.

When he finally got back into the auditorium, the second act had already begun. He searched in the dark until he found his wife. Did I miss much of the second act? he asked.

Miss it? she said, You were in it!

SAN DIEGO (AP) — For four decades, a Carlsbad man used fake resumes, degrees and identities to secure a wife, money and several jobs, including one as a fire chief and an accident investigator.

But Robert Fay Garcias secrets are finally out. He was sentenced Thursday in San Diego federal court to 18 months in prison and ordered to pay $56,900 in restitution for collecting Social Security benefits using three identities.

He obtained one alias by claiming he was homeless, even though he lived in a mobile home, officials said.

Throughout his life, 70-year-old Garcia has used at least 38 names, posed as a retired Marine colonel and a former prisoner of war in Korea, said Jim Rogers, a special agent with the Office of Inspector General for the Social Security Administration.

And those are the identities we know about, Rogers said. He was never really who he said he was.

Garcias first conviction involving an alias was in 1958 for forgery. In the 1960s and 1970s, he was in and out of prison on various charges including auto theft, prison escape and aggravated assault. In 1980, he was arrested for using counterfeit military documents, however, he did not appear in court for sentencing.

Garcia has used fake identities to secure many jobs, including security chief at a Laguna Hills hospital, a fire chief in Coachella, a fire captain in Del Mar and a senior accident investigator for the Orange County.

Garcias latest downfall came last year, when his probation officer wondered why the ex-convicts car had license plates issued to veterans who had received combat awards, said Assistant U.S. Attorney Michael Wheat, the prosecutor in the case.

Garcia, who has been married several times, even duped his latest wife, who believed she had married a war hero.

The Missing Toupee!

On a senior citizen bus tour, the driver was surprised. While the passengers were unloading to do some sightseeing, one elderly lady stopped and whispered in his ear, Driver, I believe that I was sexually harassed!

The driver didnt think much of this complaint, but promised he would check into it soon.

Later, that very same day, as the passengers were unloading again, a second little old lady bent down and whispered in his ear, Sir, I believe I was sexually harassed!

This time, he knew it had to be taken care of soon.

A few passengers had remained on the bus, and he decided to go back and question them, to see if they had any knowledge of what was going on. He found one little old man crawling along the bus floor underneath the seats and stooped down to question him.

Excuse me, sir, can I help you?

The elderly man looked up and said, Well, sonny, you sure can. Ive lost my toupee and Im trying to find it.

I thought Id found it twice, but they were both parted in the middle…and mines parted on the side!

Men now have another excuse to avoid Christmas shopping – it could damage their health.

A British survey found male stress levels skyrocketed when they were forced to choose gifts and stand in the check-out queues of crowded stores.

Yo Momma is so fat, she fell in the Grand Canyone and got stuck.

A guy gets a new dog, a nice Jewish dog. So he calls him Irving. He cant wait to show him off to his neighbor, so when the neighbor finally comes over, the guy calls Irving into the house, bragging about how smart he is.

The dog quickly comes running and stands looking up at his master, tail wagging excitedly, mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes bright with anticipation.

The guy points to the newspaper by the door and commands Okay, Irving, Fetch!

Immediately, the dog climbs on to the couch and sits, his tail wagging furiously. Then all of a sudden, he stops. His doggie smile disappears. He starts to frown and puts on a sour face.

Looking up at his master, he whines, You think this is easy, wagging my tail all the time? Oy … This constant wagging of the tail puts me in such pain, you should only know! And you think its easy eating that junk you call designer dog food. Forget it…its too salty and it gives me gas. And also the runs, but what do you care? Why dont you try it if you think its so good? You try it. Junk I say! Then you push me out the door to take care of my business, twice a day. Its disgusting I tell you! And when was the last time you took me for a nice long walk? I cant remember when!

The neighbor is absolutely amazed … stunned. In astonishment, he says, I cant believe it. Irving can speak. Your dog actually talks.


Here he is sitting on the sofa talking to us.

I know, I know. says the owner. Hes not yet fully trained yet. He thought I said, Kvetch.

THE GHOST SHIT – Thats the kind where you feel the shit come out, have shit on the toilet paper, but there is no shit in the toilet.

THE CLEAN SHIT – The kind where you shit it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.

THE WET SHIT – It happens when youre done shitting, youve pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize you have to shit some more.

BRAIN HEMORRAGE THROUGH YOUR NOSE SHIT OR POP A VEIN IN YOUR FOREHEAD SHIT – The kind where you strain so much to get it out that you practically have a stroke.

THE ICEBERG SHIT – The kind where the shit is so long that the end of it stick s above the water.

THE RICHARD SIMMONS SHIT – The kind where you shit so much that you lose 30 pounds.

THE CORN SHIT – Self-explanatory.

THE LINCOLN LOG SHIT – The kind of shit that is so huge that youre afraid to flush the toilet without breaking it into a few pieces with your toilet brush.

THE DRINKERS SHIT – That is the kind of shit that you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the tread marks left on the bottom of the toilet.

THE GEE I WISH I COULD SHIT SHIT – Its the kind where you want to shit but all you do is sit on the toilet cramped and fart a few times.

THE SPINAL TAP SHIT – Thats the kind where it hurts so much coming out, youd swear it was leaving you sideways.

THE WET CHEECKS SHIT OR THE POWER DUMP – Thats the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water.

THE QUID SHIT – Thats the kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, splatters all over the inside of the toilet bowl, the whole time chronically burning your tender buns.

THE MEXICAN FOOD SHIT – A class all its own.

THE OTTOMAS SHIT – The kind where the odor of the mess creeps out of the restroom and throughout the building to make the entire building sick or near evacuation. (This has been noted in several bowling alleys in the past few years.)

…leaving me wondering – just who comes up with these things?…