I actually like to use a version of that whenever someone asks me for ID. I reply, âI got no idee âbout nuthinâ!â before producing my license. It usually gets a decent chuckle.
When Iâm delivering merchandise (books & gift items) during the winter months, as the customer takes it he/she will sometimes remark how cold the items are. I deadpan with sincerity, âWe keep them chilled so they arrive fresh!â
A blonde goes to an electronic store and asks the salesperson, pointing at the appliance âhow much is this microwave for?â
The salesperson replies âSorry we donât sell to blondes.â
The blonde is angry and changes her attire and goes to the store the next day with brunette hair, she points to the appliance and asks the salesperson the same question, âHow much is this microwave for?â
The salesperson gives her the same answer, âSorry, we donât sell to blondes.â
The blonde is furious and decides to become a redhead and put lots of makeup to hide her identity and goes to the store the next day and asks the same question to the salesperson and gets the same answer.
The blonde is now fed-up and decides to dress like a man.
Finally after a week she goes to the store thinking that dressing like a man and going to the store after a week will change the salespersonâs mind.
She goes in, points to the appliance and asks the salesperson, âhow much is this microwave for?â
The salesperson replies back âSorry, we donât sell to blondesâ.
The blonde gives up and asks the salesperson, âhow do you know that I am a blonde?
I have changed my attire and looks many times and still you find out that I am a blonde, how?â
The salesperson replies, âThis is not a microwave, it is a TVâ
An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession.
Like many young men his age, the boy didnât really know what he wanted to do, and he didnât seem too concerned about it.
One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boyâs room and placed on his study table four objects:
1. A Bible.
2. A silver dollar.
3. A bottle of whiskey.
4. A Playboy magazine.
âIâll just hide behind the door,â the old preacher said to himself. âWhen he comes home from school today, Iâll see which object he picks upâŚâ
âIf itâs the Bible, heâs going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be!
âIf he picks up the dollar, heâs going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too.
âBut if he picks up the bottle, heâs going to be a no-good drunken bum, and Lord, what a shame that would be.
âAnd worst of all if he picks up that magazine heâs going to be a skirt-chasing womanizer.â
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his sonâs foot-steps as he entered the house whistling and heading for his room.
The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.
With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired the magazineâs centerfold.
âLord have mercy,â the old preacher disgustedly whispered. âHeâs gonna be just another dam politician.â
The Pope decides to take a cross-country tour across America, beginning in California and ending in New York.
Somewhere in the Mid-West, the Popemobile breaks down, and while itâs repaired, the Pope continued his journey with a limousine rental.
After a few hours, the limousine driver rolled down the glass partition, and spoke:
âI know Iâm not supposed to talk to you, your holiness, or highness - Iâm not even sure what to call you?â
âItâs okay, my son, say what you want to say.â
âWell, when they told me who Iâd be driving, I was really thrilled.
Itâs such an honor, and if there is anything I can do to make it a better trip, Iâll do my best to make sure it happens.â
The Pope thought for a while, then replied, âYou know, before I became Pope, I really enjoyed driving.
I would drive for hours. But now, no one will allow me to drive anywhere.
Would you mind if we switched places and I can drive?â
The limousine driver agreed and the two switched places.
After a while, the Pope became relaxed, turned the radio on, hung his arm out the window, and just enjoyed cruising.
However, not aware of his increasing speed, he was soon pulled over by a motorcycle cop.
The cop walked up to the limousine, saw who was driving, said,
âExcuse me, your holiness, for a momentâ, then returned to his bike and got on the radio.
âChief, I think I have a problem. I believe I pulled over someone pretty important, and Iâm not sure how to deal with it.â
The Chief responded: âDonât tell me you pulled over a state representative again, Johnson?â
âNo, I think this person is more important.â
âNot our Governor?!â
âNo, I believe more important than the Governor.â
âJohnson, tell me you didnât pull over a Presidential Motorcade.â
âNo, they may be even more important than the President.â
âWhat? Really? Whoâs more important than the President?â
The day after his wife disappeared in a kayaking accident, an Anchorage man answered his door to find two grim-faced Alaska State Troopers.
âWeâre sorry Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife,â said one trooperâŚ
âTell me! Did you find her?â Wilkens shouted.
The troopers looked at each other.One said,
âWe have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?
Fearing the worst, an ashen Mr. Wilkens said, âGive me the bad news first. â
The trooper said, âIâm sorry to tell you, sir, but this morning we found your wifeâs body in Kachemak Bay.â
âOh my God!â exclaimed Wilkens sadly. Swallowing hard, he asked, âWhatâs the good news?â
The trooper continued, âWhen we pulled her up, she had 12 twenty-five-pound king crabs and 6 good-size Dungeness crabs clinging to her and we feel you are entitled to a share in the catch.â
Stunned, Mr. Wilkens demanded, âIf thatâs the good news, whatâs the really great news?â
The trooper said, âWeâre going to pull her up again tomorrow!â
A man and his friends are at the country club when the phone ringsâŚ
The man picks up the phone and says âHi honey, how are you doingâ
The woman says âHello sweetie, I found some new shoes that cost $90, can I buy them?â
The man replies âSure honâ
The woman then says âAlso the new purse I wanted is here and cost $200, can I buy them?â
The man replies âSureâ
The woman then says âAlso honey the new house I looked at is $480,000, can I have it?â
The man finally says âOffer them $400,000, if they donât take it, offer another $50K more.â
The woman says âThank you sweetie! Youâre the best!â then hangs up.
The man looks at his shocked friends and asks âAnyone know whoâs phone this is?â
Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH.
He thinks to himself âThis driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!â
So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.
Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies - two in the front seat and three in the back - wide eyed and white as ghosts.
The driver, obviously confused, says to him, âOfficer, I donât understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?â
âMaâam,â the officer replies, âYou werenât speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers.â
âSlower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactlyâŚTwenty two miles an hour!â the old woman says a bit proudly.
The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that â22â was the route number, not the speed limit.
A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.
âBut before I let you go, Maâam, I have to askâŚIs everyone in this car ok?
These women seem awfully shaken and they havenât muttered a single peep this whole time.â the officer asks.
âOh, theyâll be all right in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119.â