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A man walks into a bar and says, "Ow."

Three Guys walk in to a bar.
You would think, one of them, would have seen it.


What is green and look like a bucket?
A green Bucket. :ouch:



Why did the Koala fall out of the tree?
Because it was dead

Why did the baby koala fall out of the tree?
It was hanging on to the other koala.

Why did the Kangaroo die?
Because the koala's fell on it.

Why did the Emu die?
Peer Preasure.
 
lol peer pressure.



Two monkeys walk into a bar, sit down and order a shot of tequila apiece.

I don't remember the rest but your mother's a slut...
 
Aw, Omnis, don't be a spoil sport.

There was no funny in your last postification.

I was driving my uncle's car which is a manual, and being born in the early 90's have had the luxury of having an automatic cars around me my entire life. Therefore, I never learned how to drive a manual. I had been given lessons on how to get the crate moving (it's a Ford Stranger) the week before and I had a rough idea on how to get it to move from a stop. I was trained going up hill, the only way to do it. So as i was taking a recliner to his house I decided to forgo the freeway and decided to take the back roads. Going to back way, I quickly realized takes me over this rather large hill where stop signs are placed approximately every 50 yards going up hill at about a 10-15% incline. I had made up about 3 stop signs up when I got up to the final one before I could just go straight to the top and coast back down the backside. As I pull up to the stop sign an old minivan pulls up behind me and a civic pulls up at the stop sign to the left. I'm so focused on getting moving I forget I'm driving a manual and simply press the gas, forgetting to let up on the clutch. so as I'm drifting back I think to myself, "oh, 🤬" and stomp on the brake. I take a split second to gather my thoughts and try to get out as fast as i can because I'm blocking traffic. I stomp on the gas, bring the revs up to about 4k and leap off of the clutch causing this truck (remember it has a bed which makes the rear very light) to burn the rear tires for about 10 feet and after I'm done doing this not only do I see the guy in the mini van laughing at me. The guy in the civic (which was not a manual) tries to imitate me and only manages to fly into the grass pasture to the right.
 
And that is why I will never drive an auto, learning to drive in a manual whether it kills me or not. I just want life to be easy and not having to be told to drive and manual and not knowing how:ouch:.
 
Given the success of my last KGB joke, I thought I might try a hand at another one ...

A young man is making his way across the Soviet Union to visit his sweetheart when he is forced to stay for the night just outside Moscow. However, every place in town is booked out with one exception: there is a single bed in a hostel that is yet to be taken. The only problem is that there are already three other young men staying in the room, but the owner of the hostel explains that if the man is willing to share with strangers, she will give him a discount. The young man agrees.

However, his room mates for the night are exceptionally roudy. They drink too much, make lewd suggestions to the female staff, and generally make a nuisance of themselves. Afraid that they will keep him up all night and that he will miss his train the next morning, the young man tries everything he can think of to get them to quiet down. Nothing works, until he comes up with what he thinks is a brilliant idea. He goes downstairs and asks that the owner of the hotel have a cup of tea sent up to his room in the next ten minutes, and then returns to the room.

The tea arrives and he drinks is in silence, staring as fiercely as he can at his room mates. When he has finished drinking, he stoops over the saucer the cup came with and says very clearly: "Good evening, comrade. Be sure to thank the owner of the hotel on the way up for the excellent cup of tea." With that, his room mates quickly silence themselves, and the man is finally able to get some rest.

The next day, he wakes up to find that all of them have vanished without a trace. Stumbling downstairs on his way to the train station, he runs into the hostel owner and asks what happened.

"The KGB came for them in the middle of the night," she says, "But they were so impressed with your little joke that they decided to let you be."

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A young woman is going to Moscow for the first time, but before departing, she decided to write into a radio station within the city limits and ask some questions, one of which is that she has heard freedom of speech is promoted within the capital. The radio station sends back this reply:

"Technically, yes. You can go to Washington, stand before the White House and call out 'Down with Regan!' and you will not be punished. In the same way, you can come to Moscow, stand before the Kremlin in the Red Square and call out 'Down with Regan!', and you will not be punished."
 
Just how intelligent are dolphins? Well, within just a few weeks of captivity they can train a human being to stand on the side f the pool throwing them fish at least three times a day.

----

I went swimming with a dolphin but it didn't turn out how I hoped. It got caught in the turnstile.
 
A plane carrying travellers on a Con-Tiki tour crash-lands on a deserted island in the South Pacific. By some strange twist of fate, two men and one woman from each of the following countries - Italy, France, Germany, Poland, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, the United States, England and Ireland - are the only survivors. Rescue crews catch up with them one month later, and notice the following:

One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.

The three French people are all living together and having a great time of it (use your imagination).

The two German men have a strict timetable with the German woman, alternating every night except Sundays.

The two Polish men too a long look at the ocean, a quick glance at the Polish woman and starte swimming.

The two men from Japan have faxed Tokyo for further intructions.

The two Australian men beat each other senseless over the Australian woman, who called them both "bloody w***er" and went to check out the other men.

The Kiwis have divided the island up into the North and South and have started looking for sheep.

The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide while listening to the American woman complain about how they don't respect her body, taxes and the government, how her last boyfriend got along with her mother, etc., etc.

The two English men are still standing around waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.

The two Irish men have set up a distillery on the island. They're not sure whether the Irish woman is a part of it - or whether she ever was - as it all gets a bit hazy after a few drinks of coconut brandy ... but at least the English aren't getting any.
 
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next."

They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
 
A plane carrying travellers on a Con-Tiki tour crash-lands on a deserted island in the South Pacific. By some strange twist of fate, two men and one woman from each of the following countries - Italy, France, Germany, Poland, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, the United States, England and Ireland - are the only survivors. Rescue crews catch up with them one month later, and notice the following:

One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.

The three French people are all living together and having a great time of it (use your imagination).

The two German men have a strict timetable with the German woman, alternating every night except Sundays.

The two Polish men too a long look at the ocean, a quick glance at the Polish woman and starte swimming.

The two men from Japan have faxed Tokyo for further intructions.

The two Australian men beat each other senseless over the Australian woman, who called them both "bloody w***er" and went to check out the other men.

The Kiwis have divided the island up into the North and South and have started looking for sheep.

The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide while listening to the American woman complain about how they don't respect her body, taxes and the government, how her last boyfriend got along with her mother, etc., etc.

The two English men are still standing around waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.

The two Irish men have set up a distillery on the island. They're not sure whether the Irish woman is a part of it - or whether she ever was - as it all gets a bit hazy after a few drinks of coconut brandy ... but at least the English aren't getting any.

And for the 3 Czechs, one of the men made a fortune selling porn of the other man and the woman.
 
I'm going to assume that the reason why the polish men decided to swim for it is because polish women are notoriously ugly.
 
A judge enters the courtroom, strikes the gavel and says, "Before I begin this trial, I have an announcement to make.

"The lawyer for the defense has paid me $15,000 to swing the case his way. The lawyer for the plaintiff has paid me $10,000 to swing the case her way.

"In order to make this a fair trial, I am returning $5,000 to the defense."
 
Essay: In order for the admissions staff of our college to get to know you, the applicant, better, we ask that you answer the following question: Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer, I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago, I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.
 
Essay: In order for the admissions staff of our college to get to know you, the applicant, better, we ask that you answer the following question: Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer, I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago, I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

But I have not yet gone to college.

Sounds like a certain member here.💡
 
What do you tell a woman with two black eyes?

Nothing, you've already told her twice.

Thats the best I can do.

Thats the best Famine can do.
 
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What is 150 kilometres long, brown, wrinkly and seperates England from Scotland?
Hadrian's Walnut. (No offense to the Scots by the way)

What game is played at the Seaside Wizard Boarding School?
Squidditch.

How could you tell that the seabird was out of breath?
It was a puffin.

Why did the baby fox visit the Arndale Centre after her brush got caught in the door?
For a little re-tail therapy.

What did one shooting star say to the other?
'Pleased to meteor!'

A cricket walked into a sports shop.
'Hello,' said the sales assistant. 'Do you know there's a sport named after you?'
'You mean there's a game called Alan?' said the cricket.
 
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Essay: In order for the admissions staff of our college to get to know you, the applicant, better, we ask that you answer the following question: Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?
That reads suspiciously like my Facebook profile.
 
Why don't you take your little brother to the zoo?
If they want him, they can come and get him.
 
Old man goes to the doctor for some tests
Blood samples come back and doc sez "Sir, I've got some really bad news, you've got cancer and alzheimers."
The patient says "well, at least it's not cancer!"
 
A man is sitting in a doctors office with his wife and the doctor comes out and asks to see the husband privately. They are rather confused considering they never ran tests on him, but nonetheless he goes to see the doctor in his office.

The doctor closes the door behind them and sits in his chair. "Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news," he says.

The husband asks, "Well, how bad is it?"

"Terribly, bad I'm afraid. We were able to run some tests and found that she either has syphilis or Alzheimer, but your insurance won't let us run any more tests to narrow it down."

"Oh, dear that is some bad news. What should I do?"

"Take her downtown and drop her off. If she finds her way home, DON'T HAVE SEX WITH HER!"
 
UPS Airlines



Just in case you need a laugh:

Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a high school diploma to fix one; a reassurance to those of us who fly routinely in our jobs.



After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics corrects the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.



Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.



By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident.



P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.



P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.



P: Something loose in cockpit

S: Something tightened in cockpit



P: Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on back-order.



P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent

S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.



P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.



P: DME volume unbelievably loud.

S: DME volume set to more believable level.



P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S: That's what friction locks are for.



P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.

S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.



P: Suspected crack in windshield.

S: Suspect you're right.



P: Number 3 engine missing.

S: Engine found on right wing after brief search



P: Aircraft handles funny. (I love this one!)

S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious.



P: Target radar hums.

S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.



P: Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.



And the best one for last

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on

something with a hammer.

S: Took hammer away from the midget.
 
A Harley rider is passing the zoo, when he sees a little
girl leaning into the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion
grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her
inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming
parents. The biker jumps off his bike, runs to the cage and
hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.
Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of
the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents,
who thank him endlessly. A New York Times reporter has
watched the whole event. The reporter says, "Sir, this
was the most gallant and brave thing I saw a man do in my
whole life." The biker replies, "Why, it was
nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this
little kid in danger, and acted as I felt right." The
reporter says, "Well, I'm a journalist from the
New York Times, and tomorrow's paper will have this
story on the front page... So, what do you do for a living
and what political affiliation do you have?" The biker
replies, "I'm a U.S. Marine and a Republican."
----------------


The following morning the biker buys The
New York Times to see if it indeed brings news of his
actions and reads, on front page: U.S. MARINE ASSAULTS
AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH
 
A Gentleman enters a nightclub and takes a seat at the bar. The bartender asks "What may I get you to drink?" The Gentleman replies "Tried drinking once, didn't like it so I stopped." "OK," says the bartender, "we have some of the best cigars around, can I get you one of those?" The Gentleman replies "Tried smoking once, didn't like it so I stopped." A little perplexed the bartender says "well, can I get you a pretzel?" The Gentleman replies "Tried pretzels once, didn't like them so I stopped eating them." Now confused the bartender asks "if you don't mind me asking, why are your here at a bar then." The Gentleman replies "I'm waiting to meet my son." With which the bartender replies "I take it he is your only child"
 
A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest.

The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and
a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He
opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man
turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, do you know what causes
arthritis?"

The priest replied, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with
cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man,
sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."

The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned." Then returned
to his paper.

The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and
apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong.
How long have you had arthritis?"

The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here
that the Pope does."
 
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