“Do you really believe your husband when he tells you he goes fishing every weekend?” asked Jane’s best friend.
“Why shouldn’t I?” said Jane.
“Well, maybe he is having an affair?”
“No way” said Jane “he never returns with any fish…”
What’s brown and sits on a piano bench?
Beethoven’s First Movement.
How do you save a man from drowning?
Take your foot off his head.
A man, called to testify at the IRS, asked his accountant for advice on what to wear. “Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let him think you are a pauper.”
Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice. “Do not let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie.”
Confused, the man went to his rabbi, told him of the conflicting advice, and requested some resolution of the dilemma. “Let me tell you a story,” replied the rabbi. “A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. ‘Wear a heavy, long, flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck.’ But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice. ‘Wear your most sexy negligee, with a V neck right down to your navel.
The man protested: “What does all this have to do with my problem with the IRS?”
“No matter what you wear, you are going to get screwed.”
A man was going door-to-door doing a sexual survey in Jeff’s neighborhood.
“How often a week do you have sex with your wife?” asked the inquirer.
“Three times,” Jeff said without hesitation.
“That is once more often than your neighbor,” the inquirer said, writing.
“That makes sense,” Jeff said, “after all, she’s my wife.”
Lenny went on vacation and asked Bobby to watch over his house. About a week later, Lenny calls home and asked “How’s my cat?”.
Bobby hesitated and sadly told Lenny his cat died.
“What?! You shouldn’t have broke the news to me like that! You should have done it slowly. The first time I called, you should have told me he was on the roof. The second time I called, you should have said there was no way to get him down. The third time I called, you should have told me that you tried to get her off the roof, but she fell down and died,” explained Lenny.
Bobby apologized and went about his day.
About a week later, Lenny called again and asked “How’s my Granny?”.
There was a long silence and then Bobby replied. “Well, she’s on the roof.”
!rotinom ruoy edisni kcuts m’I ,pleH
“Mommy, Mommy! Can I play in the sandbox?”
“Not until I find a better place to bury Daddy.”
