SUNDAY JOKES – 24

Posted on October 11, 2020 · Posted in Blog, General, Memo Plus Gold, Personal

Three guys are trying to sneak into the Olympic Village in Atlanta to scoop souvenirs and autographs. The first says, “Let’s watch the registration table to see if there’s a crack in the security system that we can utilize to scam our way in.”
Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and states, “Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shotput.” He opens his gym bag to display a shotput to the registration attendant.
The attendant says, “Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is your packet of registration materials, complete with hotel keys, passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets, and other information.”
HOT DOG! The first guy grabs a small tree sapling, strips off the limbs and roots, walks up the registration table, and states: “Chuck Wagon. Canada. Javelin.”
The attendant says, “Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets, and so forth. Good luck!”
The second guy grabs a street utility manhole cover, walks up the registration table, and states: “Dusty Rhodes. Australia. Discus.”
The attendant says, “Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is your packet of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes, and meal tickets. Enjoy yourself.”
They scamper in, but suddenly realize the third guy is missing. They groan – OH NO. He is not too bright. They forgot to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid and blow their cover stories.
They spot him walking with a roll of barbed wire under his arm. He walks up the registration table and states: “Foster Bean. USA. Fencing.

 

Eliza was surprised to receive ten ringgit from her Aunt for her birthday. The Aunt asked how she was going to spend it.
“I’m taking it to the religious class and will give it to God.” the little girl replied. “He’ll be just as surprised as I was, at not getting a ringgit like usual.”

 

My mother’s sister was bitten by a snake.

I will carefully suck the poison.

That’s the antidote.

 

Two Scottish nuns have just arrived in the China by boat and one says to the other, “I hear that the occupants of this country actually eat dogs.”
“Odd,” her companion replies, “but if we shall live in China, we might as well do as the Chinese do.”
Nodding emphatically, the mother superior points to a hot dog vendor and they both walk toward him. “Two dogs, please,” says one. The vendor is only too pleased to oblige and he wraps both hot dogs in foil. Excited, the nuns hurry over to a bench and begin to unwrap their “dogs.”
The mother superior is first to open hers. Staring at it for a moment, she leans over to the other nun and whispers cautiously, “What part did you get?”

 

I bought a plunger the other day. You ever bought a plunger? It’s an embarrassing purchase. At first, you think it is no big deal. Stand in the line, swinging it. And then you realize everybody knows; you got a nasty situation at home. Nobody buys a plunger on a whim.

 

This guy goes to Genting and wins really big in the casino. After winning ninety thousand ringgit at the crap table, the casino decides to give the guy a night in the penthouse suite. The guy goes up to the room, opens the big double doors, and steps into a three-room suite. The room is nothing but windows, with a fantastic view of the city. The guy drops his bag containing the money on a chair and stands looking out the windows at the city. He realizes he is all alone and needs someone to share his good fortune with. He calls down to the front desk and tells the clerk to send up one of the best high-priced call girls in the city.
Thirty minutes later there is a knock on the door. The guy opens it and there is the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen. Long black hair, short red dress, and spiked heels. She walks into the room. The guy goes over to the bar and fixes two drinks, he gives one to the hooker and drinks one himself. “Now, down to business,” he says, “how much for a hand job?”
The hooker says, “Honey, a hand job is RM 100.00”
“What, that is outrageous.
“Come over here,” She says walking toward one of the windows,” see that strip mall over there,” pointing out the window, “I own the last two stores in the end. I was able to buy those stores with the money I saved from giving hand jobs. I must be pretty damn good.
“All right, screw it, money is no object.”
A half-hour after, she is done. The guy is sitting on the couch reveling in ecstasy. He gets up, goes to the bar, and makes two more drinks. He gives one to the hooker and drinks one himself. “That was the best hand job I have ever had. How much for a fun?
“Honey, a fun is RM 1,000.00.”
“What, that is outrageous.”
“Come over here,” She says walking toward another one of the windows, see that hotel and casino over there on the corner,” pointing out the window, “I own that, I was able to buy it with the money I saved from giving fun. I must be pretty damn good.
“All right, screw it, money is no object.” The guy gives her RM 1,000.00. An hour after she is done, the guy is laying on the couch Head rolled back, eyes rolled up inside his head, a little drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He gets up, barely able to stand, staggers over to the bar, mixes two more drinks, gives one to the hooker, and drinks one himself.
“My God, that was the best fun I have ever had, I have got to know, How much for the ultimate fun?”
The hooker looks at him and says, ” Honey, if I was not a ladyboy, I would own this whole city.”

 

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shone his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said,
‘Jesus knows you’re here.’
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.
When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued.
Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clearly, he heard
‘Jesus is watching you.’
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.
Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.
‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.
‘Yep’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you.’
The burglar relaxed. ‘Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?’
‘Moses,’ replied the bird.
‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’
‘The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler Jesus.’

 

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces think I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backward. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.

For starters: Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. ‘My back hurts! I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry’ We are impatient, and maybe letting us kill some ass-hole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while.
An 18-year-old doesn’t even like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys always get up early to pee so what the hell. Besides, as I said, I’m tired and can’t sleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical ass wipe.
If captured we couldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys. We’re used to getting screamed and yelled at and we’re used to soft food. We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns. We’ve been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however. I’ve been in combat and didn’t see a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He’s still learning to shave, to start up a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn’t figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.
These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm’s way.
Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple of million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons who know that their best years are already behind them.
How about recruiting Women over 50 … in menopause!!! You think Men have attitudes !!! You aren’t seen nothing’ yet!!! If nothing else put them on border patrol – they will have it secured the first night!

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