Then I know it will never come for me
A train hits a bus filled with Catholic school girls and they all perish. They are in heaven trying to enter the pearly gates when St. Peter asks the first girl, “Tiffany, have you ever had any contact with a male organ?” She giggles and shyly replies, “Well, I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger.” Peter says, “Okay, dip the tip of your finger in the Holy Water and pass through the gate.” St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, Jennifer, have you ever had any contact with a male organ? The girl is a little reluctant but replies, “Well, once I fondled and stroked one.” St. Peter says, “Okay, dip your whole hand in the Holy Water and pass through the gate. All of a sudden, there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls. One girl is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches the front, St. Peter says, "Reeva, What seems to be the rush?” The girl replies, “If I?m going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I want to do it before Jessica sticks her ass in it.”
Off we went to our local bar only two blocks from the house.
I got her a Guinness. She didn’t like it, so I drank it. Then I got her a Killian’s, she didn’t like that either, so I drank it. Finally, I thought she might like some Harp Lager? She didn’t. I drank it.
I thought maybe she’d like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson’s; nope!
In desperation, I had her try that 25 year old Glenfiddich. The bar’s finest scotch. She wouldn’t even smell it. What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized she just didn’t like to drink, I was so shit-faced I could hardly push her stroller back home.
The Jew says, “My faith believes that Christ was just a really smart guy, but we don’t celebrate Christmas. I’ll put 7 candles on the tree to represent the Menorah” and he agrees to help.
The Muslim says, “My faith believes Christ was a holy guy, just not THE holy guy, so we don’t celebrate Christmas. I’ll point ornaments to the east, I can use it to tell me which direction to pray in” and he agrees to help
The Hindu says, “Christ is basically an incarnation of Krishna and we are always happy to have a religious festival as long as there are food and sweets”, and he agrees to help.
The Atheist says, “I don’t believe in your Christ or your god and I think you guys are all a bunch of idiots for believing in some random magic man in the sky created the world, but I’ll help because otherwise Santa’s going to leave me shitty presents again.”
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Her first husband, Ted, passed away
She married again, and she and Bob had 7 more children. Bob was killed in a car accident, 12 years later.
Judy again remarried, and this time, she and John had 5 more children. Judy finally died, after having 25 children.
Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, “Lord, they are finally together.”
Ethel leaned over and quietly asked her best friend, Margaret … “Do you think he means her first, second, or third husband?”
Margaret replied, “I think he means her legs, Ethel . .
to have his truck fixed. They couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live far and would just walk home.
On the way home he stopped at the hardware Store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem – how to carry his entire purchases home.
While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, ‘Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?’ The farmer said, ‘Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house I would walk you there but I can’t carry this lot.’ The old lady suggested, ‘Why don’t you put the can of paint in the bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?’ ‘Why thank you very much,’ he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.
On the way he says ‘Let’s take my short cut and go down this alley. We’ll be there in no time..
‘ The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, ‘I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me.. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your way with me?’
The farmer said, ‘Holy smokes lady! I’m carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?’
The old lady replied, ‘Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket, and I’ll hold the chickens.