Wednesday, February 6, 2013

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Useless knowledge;
Elephant teeth wear out quickly as a result of their
herbivorous diet.
Elephants have 6 or 7 sets of teeth instead of the
2 that humans have.
 
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I understand that the NFL is planning to hold the
next Super Bowl at a Motel 6.
Because at Motel 6, they keep the lights on for you.
 
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I couldn't find a tshirt so I raided my dad's drawers
and grabbed one of his white tees.
 Went off drinking in the woods with the gang and
had to take a dump.
Found a tree, got behind it, dropped a deuce and
realized, it's winter and there ain't a leaf in the
northern hemisphere.
Tore a square outta daddy's tshirt and completed
the paperwork.
 Got home.
Tossed the Tee in the laundry.
Mom laundered and sorted.
One night at dinner dad asked, "Why is there a
perfect little square torn out of one of my tshirts?"
 It made for an interesting dinner conversation.
 
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"Worried about an IRS audit?
Avoid what's called a red flag.
That's something the IRS always looks for.
For example, say you have some money left in your
bank account after paying taxes.
That's a red flag."
 
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If a man with multiple personalities threatens suicide,
is it a hostage situation?
 
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On a pleasantly cold day a few friends gathered
around a table to enjoy a few rounds of rum.
After several pegs the discussion turned around to
the existence of God.
The group automatically parted in two - atheists
and believers - and the arguments got fierce.
Our friend William was a staunch atheist and insisted
that God doesn’t exist.
In a fit of drunken stupor, William wrote a letter to
God, put it in an envelope and addressed it:
“To, The God Almighty, Omnipresent.”
and asked his opponent to post it.
By next morning everything was forgotten.
Out of the blue, after a month the same letter was
returned with remarks: “Address not found.”
He gathered the same group the same evening and
proudly displayed the envelope:
“Look, this is official now with government
endorsement.”
 
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I was doing the night shift at the airport directing
the planes in and out.
All of a sudden the radio crackles and I hear a
young voice request permission to approach the
runway to land.
I ask for a name, and he replies, “guess who?”
I turn off the runway lights and say, “guess where?!”
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