A few silly bits to ease your back-to-work blues.
A farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so he decided to take them to the county fair and sell them. At the fair, he met another farmer who owned five male pigs.
After talking a bit, they decided to mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers lived sixty miles apart. So they agreed to drive thirty miles each, and find a field in which to let the pigs mate.
The first morning, the farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 a.m., loaded the pigs into the family station wagon, which was the only vehicle he had, and drove the thirty miles.
While the pigs were mating, he asked the other farmer, "How will I know if they are pregnant?" The other farmer replied, "If they're in the grass in the morning, they're pregnant, if they're in the mud, they're not."
The next morning the pigs were rolling in the mud. So he hosed them off, loaded them into the family station wagon again and proceeded to try again. This continued each morning for more than a week.
One morning the farmer was so tired, he couldn't get out of bed. He called to his wife, "Honey, please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in the grass."
"Neither," yelled his wife, "they're in the station wagon and one of them is honking the horn."
(Thanks to Jay for this)
This joke's from Bethie (a nice Italian girl). Image courtesy of Big Dick.
There's this salesman who is traveling thru a small town. He sees a circus tent and a sign that says "See The Amazing Italian!"
So the salesman gets intrigued and buys his ticket and goes inside.
All there is is a spotlight shining on a small table. There's three walnuts on it. The crowd fills up and soon the announcer says "And here is The Amazing Italian!" The crowd roars and out comes this little, old Italian guy. He stands behind the table. He bows. He suddenly drops his pants and whips out his enormous endowment. He slaps the walnuts, One! Two! Three! cracking them to smithereens.
The crowd goes wild and carries the Italian off on their shoulders.
Some ten years later, the salesman is going thru this town again, and he sees the tent and the sign, now faded, "See The Amazing Italian!"
The salesman can't believe the old guy is still alive, never mind doing his act. So he buys a ticket and goes inside.
There's still a spotlight and a table, but this time, instead of three walnuts there's three coconuts.
The Italian guy comes out, older and more stooped. He stands behind the table. He whips out his huge and by God it's hard male member, and smashes the coconuts, One! Two! Three! in no time flat. The crowd goes wild.
The salesman gets an appointment with the old guy in his dressing room. "I gotta know," the salesman asks, "you're older now, why three coconuts?"
The Amazing Italian says, "My eysa no gooda like they used to be!"
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