Joke of the Day
Joke of the Day
Get Out of Jail Free: Joke of the Day
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
A good friend will bail you out of jail.
A great friend will be in the cell next to you saying, “Damn, that was fun!”
Can I do something to your eggs, darling?: Joke of the Day
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
“After many years, I’ve finally worked out what a woman really wants in bed.
Breakfast.”
Reality is in the Bowels, my friend: Joke of the Day
A new (to me, perhaps not to you) version of an old theme.
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
Three engineering students are discussing what sort of God must have designed the human body.
The first says, “God must be a mechanical engineer. Look at all the joints.”
The second says, “I think God must be an electrical engineer. The nervous system has thousands of electrical connections.”
The third says, “Actually, God is a civil engineer. Who else would run toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?”
Blonds and Beer: Joke of the Day
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
“A guy in a bar leant over to the guy next to him and said, “Wanna hear a blond joke?”
The guy next to him replied:
“Well before you tell that joke, you should know something.
I am 6′ tall, 200 lbs and I am blond.
The guy sitting next to me is 6′2, weighs 225 and he’s blond.
The fella next to him is 6′5″ and 250 and blond.
Now, you still wanna tell that joke?”
The first guy said, “Nah, not if I’m gonna have to explain it three times.”
If you missed out, last week’s blonde joke is here.
Blondes, Trivia and Housework: Joke of the Day
A blonde joke this week.
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
“A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night.
It was her turn, she rolled the dice and she landed on “Science & Nature”.
Her question was, “If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?”
She thought for a time and then asked, “Is it on or off?”
And there will be a blond joke next week.
You’re Next in the Queue, Auntie ! : Joke of the Day
From the Adam Smith Institute blog.
“When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, ‘You’re next.’
They stopped doing that when I started doing the same thing to them at [...]
