Jokes
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Topic: Jokes
Posted By: Frets N Worries
Subject: Jokes
Date Posted: April 04 2024 at 18:41
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A thread to share jokes, (as far as I know, there's no official Joke thread) Here's one of my favorites, Norm MacDonalds moth joke... in full.. A moth goes into a podiatrist's office, the podiatrist says. What's the problem? The moth says, where do I begin with my problems? Every day I go to work for Gregory Vasilovich, and all day long I toil. But what is my work? I am a bureaucrat, and so every day I joylessly move papers from one place to another and then back again. I no longer know what it is that I actually do, and I don't even know if Gregory Vasilovich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and this seems to bring him much happiness. And where is my happiness? It is when I awake in the morning and I do not know who I am. In that single moment, I am happy. In that single moment before, the memory of who I am strikes me like a cane and I take to the streets and walk in a malaise here and then there and then here again. Then it is time for work. Others stop asking me what I do for a living long ago. For they know I will have no answer, and will fix my empty eyes upon them, and they fear my melancholia might prove so deep as to be contagious. Sometimes in the dark and the deepest dark of night I awaken my bed and I turn to my right and with horror I see some old lady lying on my arm. An old lady that I once loved, Doc, and whose flesh I once found splendor and now see only decay. An old lady who insults me by her very existence. One stock when I was young I flew into a spider web and was trapped and in my panic I smashed my wings till the dust flew from them but it did not free me and only alerted the spider. The spider moved toward me and I became still and the spider stopped. I had heard many stories from my elders about spiders, about how they would sink their fangs into your cephalothorax and you would be paralyzed but aware as the spiders slowly devoured you. So I remained as still as possible, but when the spider again began moving toward me, I smashed my wing again into my cage of silk, and this time it worked. I cut into the web and freed myself and flew skyward. I was free and filled with joy. But this joy soon turned to horror. I looked down and saw that in my escape I had taken with me a single strand of silk, and at the end of the strand was the spider who was scrambling upward toward me. Was I to die high in the sky where no spider should be? I flew this way, then that. Finally I freed myself from the strand and watched as it floated earthward with the spider. But days later, a strange feeling descended upon my soul Doc. I began to feel that my life was that single strand of silk with a deadly spider racing up it and toward me. And I felt that I had already been bitten by his venomous fangs, and I was living in a state of paralysis as life devoured me whole. My daughter Alexandria fell to the cold of last winter. The cold took her, as it did many of us. And so my family mourned. And I placed on my countenance the look of grief, Doc. But it was a masquerade. I felt no grief for my dead daughter, but only envy. And so I have one child now, a boy whose name is Stefan Mikhailovich Smakovnakov. And I tell you now, doc, with great and deep shame, the terrible truth: I no longer love him. When I look into his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I see when I catch a glimpse of my own eyes in a mirror. It is this cowardice that keeps me living Doc, that keeps me moving from place to place, saying hello and goodbye, eating though hunger as long left me, walking without destination, and at night, lying beside the strange old lady in this burlesque of a life I endure. If only the cowardice would leave for the time needed to reach over and pick up the cocked and loaded pistol that lies on my bedside table, and I might finally end this facade once and for all. But alas, the cowardice takes no breaks. It is what defines me. It is what frames my life. It is what I am, and yet I cannot resign myself to my own life. Instead with despair as my constant companion, as I walk here and then there, without dreams, without hope and without love. Moth, says the podiatrist. Your tale has moved me and it is clear you need help. But it is help I cannot provide. You must see your psychiatrist and tell him of your troubles. Why on Earth did you come to my office? The moth says: Because the light was on. ------------- The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
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Posted By: Atavachron
Date Posted: April 04 2024 at 20:17
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Here's another Norm MacDonald but far shorter -- 'I like porn as much as the next guy but have you seen these ones with the all male casts ?' ------------- "Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought." -- John F. Kennedy |
Posted By: Frets N Worries
Date Posted: April 05 2024 at 07:50
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What's red and looks like a bucket? A red bucket. What's blue and looks like a bucket? A red bucket in disguise ------------- The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
Posted By: rushfan4
Date Posted: April 05 2024 at 15:53
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My dad told me his password is MickeyMinnieGoofyDonaldPlutoHueyLouieDeweyDublin. Because he was told his password had to be 8 characters and at least one Capital. ------------- 
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Posted By: Frets N Worries
Date Posted: April 08 2024 at 06:21
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My wife told me she was going to divorce me because I have no sense of direction, so in a fit of rage, I packed up and right. ------------- The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
Posted By: Frets N Worries
Date Posted: April 15 2024 at 04:44
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A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that the teller's name is Patricia Whack. So he says, "Ms. Whack, I'd like to get a loan to buy a boat and go on a long vacation." Patti looks at the frog in disbelief and asks how much he wants to borrow. The frog says $30,000. The teller asks his name and the frog says that his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's OK, he knows the bank manager. Patti explains that $30,000 is a substantial amount of money and that he will need to secure some collateral against the loan. She asks if he has anything he can use as collateral. The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny pink porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed. Very confused, Patti explains that she'll have to consult with the manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000. He wants to use this as collateral." She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what the heck is this?" The bank manager looks back at her and says: "It's a knick knack, Patti Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone" ------------- The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
Posted By: ingridguerci94
Date Posted: April 27 2024 at 04:06
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One day Jeff went to a bar, and while he was sitting there he noticed there is a piano sitting off to the side, the Jeff talks with the owner and asks him: "why don't you have someone playing that piano?" the bartender tells him: "well I used to have one, but it got too expensive so I had the let him go" Jeff says:" well I happen to play the piano, well actually I am also a song writer, and I would be willing to play the piano for you, if you just pay me in drinks" The bartender agrees, so the next day Jeff comes in and starts playing the piano. This is the most beautiful song the bartender had ever heard before, when Jeff finished, the bartender asked him:" what song was that?" Jeff says:" that is a song I wrote called 'I screwed her so hard in the butt, I made her nose bleed, like http://phimhentaiz.net/" rel="nofollow - The bartender is like:" well that's an odd name, but could you play another?" Jeff plays another and its even better than the first one, like the sky opened up and a dove flew down, it was that good. The bartender asks him: "wow what is the name of that one?" Jeff says: "that one is called 'I had diairia so bad my shoes squeaked'" The bartender responds: "well that's an odd name, I will let you get back to playing" so Jeff plays for a few hours and then after this 6th or 7th song Jeff asks the bartender :"hey can I have a break? I really gotta pee" the bartender responded: "yeah sure go anytime you want" Jeff goes to the bathroom and comes out. The Bartender yells over to Jeff :" hey come over here" Jeff goes over to the bartender and the bartender says:" hey do you know your fly is down, and your balls are hanging out?" Jeff responds:"do I know it? Hell I wrote it!!!" |
Posted By: Hrychu
Date Posted: October 24 2024 at 06:43
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"Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong time? Like, you should have been born earlier, when the music was... real?" "Like the 70s?" "Earlier, like, the early 70s." This quote is Progarchives in a nutshell. xd ------------- On the day of my creation, I fell in love with education. And overcoming all frustration, a teacher I became. Ernest Vong |