we have a winnerCharlie Dont Surf said:http://forum.halforum.com/viewforum.php?f=2
Wait, wait. That reminds me of another joke.figmentPez said:This is the story of the 3 little pigs building their houses.
The first little pig built his house out of sticks. He worked all day, and the next day as well. When he was finished he had sticks left over. So he took the sticks and threw them into the forest.
The second little pig built his house out of straw. He worked all day, and the next day, and for another day after that. When he was finished he had straw left over, so he threw the straw into the river.
The third little pig built his house out of bricks. He was a planner though, so he worked all day on blueprints. He planned exactly how many bricks he would need, down to the last brick. After buying all his materials, he worked all day building, and the next day, and for more than a week after that. When he was finished he sighed contentedly, looking at the solid house he had build. Then he noticed the impossible, he had a single brick left over! He checked his plan, and he checked his house, but found no errors. He checked his receipt from the store, but he could not figure out where the extra brick came from. Finally, in confused desperation, the pig threw the brick up into the air!
I love that joke. Ever since I was a kid. It's definitely a bad joke, but it makes me laugh anyway.
How do you fit 20 babies into a bathtub?North_Ranger said:Baby jokes, and dead baby jokes especially:
"What's the difference between a Jaguar and ten dead babies?
I don't have a Jaguar in my garage."
"What's the difference between a sandwich and a baby?
I don't fuck my sandwich before I eat it."
"How do you make a dead baby float?
Take your foot off his head."
And the list goes on...
I giggled at this one.redapples said:An Irish man goes to a building site in search of work.
The foreman says that in order to get work he must show capability by answering a few questions. He asks him if he knows the difference between joists and girders.
Smiling the man says "That's easy one wrote 'The Dubliners' the other wrote 'Faust'".
sixpackshaker said:"Will the father be present during the birth?" asked the obstetrician. "Nah," replied the mother-to-be. "He and my husband don't get along!"
The greatest comedian of my time said:OK, so a guy asks me 'Did you take a bath today?' and I said Why is there one missing?
What do you get when you put chocolate pudding in your mother's shoes? Give up? You get a spanking!
Why do movie stars have lots of fans? Give up? Because their HOT!
What did the big dragon say to the mouse? Give up. Nothing! Dragons can't talk!
Did I tell you the one about the man with the lightbulb in his nose? He was lightheaded!
Why are fish so smart? Give up? 'Cause they swim in schools.
Why did the man put a sweater on his hot dog? Because it was a chili dog.
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
A dog without a nose? How does he smell?"I have a dog without a nose..."
Huh... I get it now....A dog without a nose? How does he smell?
(someone had to do it)