Humpday Hilarities

Today’s funnies start off with these from Cookie:

A gas station owner in Mississippi was trying to increase his sales. So he put up a sign that read, “Free Sex with Fill-Up.”

Soon a local redneck pulled in, filled his tank and asked for his free sex. The owner told him to pick a number from 1 to 10. If he guessed correctly he would get his free sex. The redneck guessed 8, and the proprietor said,”You were close! The number was 7. Sorry.No sex this time.”

A week later, the same redneck, along with his brother, Bubba, pulled in for another fill-up. Again he asked for his free sex. The proprietor again gave him the same story, and asked him to guess the correct number.

The redneck guessed 2 this time. The proprietor said, “Sorry, it was 3. You were close, but no free sex this time.”

As they were driving away, the redneck said to his brother, “I think that game is RIGGED, and he doesn’t really give away free sex.”

George replied, “No it ain’t, Billy Ray. It ain’t rigged. My wife Thelma won twice last week!”

Catholic Last Rites

A bus on a busy street struck a Catholic man.

He was lying near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathered.

“A priest. Somebody get me a priest!” the man gasped.

Long seconds dragged on but no one stepped out of the crowd.

A policeman checked the crowd and finally yelled, “A PRIEST, PLEASE! Isn’t there a priest in this crowd to give this man his last rites?”

Finally, out of the crowd stepped a little old Jewish man in his 80s.

“Mr. Policeman,” said the man, “I’m not a priest. I’m not even a Christian. But for 50 years now, I’m living behind the Catholic Church on Second Avenue, and every night I’m overhearing their services. I can recall a lot of it, and maybe I can be of some comfort to this poor man.”

The policeman agreed, and cleared the crowd so the man could get through to where the injured man lay.

The old Jewish man knelt down, leaned over the man and said in a solemn voice:

“B-5 … I-19 … N-38 … G-54 … O-72″

President Obama goes to a primary school to talk to the kids. After his talk he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand, and Obama asks him his name.

“Walter,” responds the little boy.

“And what is your question, Walter?”

“I have four questions: First, why did the USA Bomb Libya without the support of the Congress? Second, why do you keep saying you fixed the economy when it’s actually gotten worse? Third, why did you say that Jeremiah Wright was your mentor, then said that you knew nothing about his preaching and beliefs? Fourth, why are we lending money to Brazil to drill for oil, but America is not allowed to drill for oil?”

Just then, the bell rings for recess. Obama informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.

When they resume Obama says, “OK, where were we? Oh, that’s right: question time. Who has a question?”

Another little boy puts up his hand. Obama points him out and asks him his name.

“Steve,” he responds.

“And what is your question, Steve?”

“Actually, I have two questions. First, why did the recess bell ring 20 minutes early? Second, what the f*ck happened to Walter?”

This funny is courtesy of I Can Has Cheezburger:

And this one I got from The Mary Sue. It’s not so much funny, more like very cool.

Humpday Hilarities

Sorry y’all, I’m a day late. I’d like to say it was a blackout in protest of SOPA/PIPA, but the truth is I have still been sick and went to see the doctor, got some stronger meds, and spent most of the day in bed. It turns out I have a sinus and ear infection, which is why I couldn’t get over the gunk. But I’m feeling MUCH better today!

I have a couple funnies to share, the first being from I Has a Hotdog:

And this one is apparently a preview for Volkswagen’s upcoming Superbowl ad:

Humpday Hilarities

Funnies are back! My apologies for the unannounced hiatus, the holidays snuck up on me and I have been sick for the past 3-4 weeks. I needed the time off!

But, we’re back and have plenty for this week! So without further ado, let’s start off with these from Cookie:

Vern works hard at the Phone Company but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf every Saturday. His wife thinks he’s pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club. The doorman at the club greets them and says, ‘Hey, Vern! How ya doin?’

His wife is puzzled and asks if he’s been to this club before.

‘Oh no,’ says Vern. ‘He’s in my bowling league.

When they are seated, a waitress asks Vern if he’d like his usual and brings over a Budweiser. His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, ‘How did she know that you drink Budweiser?’

‘I recognize her, she’s the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.’

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Vern, starts to rub herself all over him and says, ‘Hi Vern. Want your usual table dance, big boy?’

Vern’s wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Vern follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.

Vern tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says, ‘Geez Vern, you picked up a real bitch this time.’

A newly retired cop was walking down the street, on his way to a retired cops breakfast, when he was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless man who asked him for a couple of dollars for a meal. The retired cop took out his wallet, extracted a twenty dollar bill and asked the guy, “If I give you this money, will you buy some beer with it instead of food?” “No, I had to stop drinking many years ago when I was a cop,” the homeless man replied.

“You were once a cop?” “Yes,” the homeless man replied. “On the force for 12 years, until I was fired for drinking on duty and I lost my retirement after wrecking a patrol car the same day.”

“Will you use this $20 to only buy donuts and coffee instead of buying nutritious food?” “No, I don’t waste time with sugary foods,” the homeless man said. “I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive and eat as well as I can.”

“Will you spend this $20 on greens fees at a golf course instead of good food?” “Are you nuts?” replied the homeless man. “I haven’t played golf in 20 years since I was fired from the force.”

“Will you spend the money on a woman over in the red light Tenderloin District instead of buying good food?” “What disease would I get for a lousy twenty bucks? I hate whores.” exclaimed the homeless man.

“Well,” said the retired cop, “I’m not going to give you the money now. Instead, I’m going to take you to a terrific cops breakfast around the corner and get you to tell the retired cops your story, then you get the money.”

The homeless man was astounded. “Won’t these officers be furious with you for doing that? I know I’m dirty and I probably smell pretty disgusting, man.” The retired cop replied, “That’s okay. It’s important for them all to see what a cop looks like after he has given up beer, donuts, golf and sex.”

And even though the holidays are passed, I still thought this was worth sharing!

Both Don and Cookie sent me that one, as well as several people on Facebook. I love Aunt Chippy!

Last and certainly not least we got this one from Don:

A woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove seemed to be far too qualified for the job. She had a liberal arts degree from the University of Michigan and had worked as a social worker and school teacher. The foreman frowned and said, “I have to ask you, have you had any actual experience in picking lemons?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I have!” she smiled. “I’ve been divorced three times, owned two Chrysler’s and I voted for Obama.”