Jokes Without Categories
COPIED FROM A NEWSGROUP POSTING
(the male author responds to
a woman who accidentally walked into the men's restroom):
Please don't feel bad. It wasn't you entering the men's washroom that caused
that guy to pee on the guy next to him. Hell, we do that all the time. It's
rare for us guys to ever hit what were aiming for. Sometimes I go into the washroom,
start to pee, and then just start spinning around; just so I'll make sure I
hit something. You see, something you ladies should understand by now is that
men's penises have a mind of their own. A guy can go into a bathroom stall because
all the urinals are being used, take perfect aim at the toilet, and his penis
will still manage to piss all over the roll of toilet paper, down his left pant
leg, and onto his shoe. I'm telling 'ya those little buggers can't be trusted.
After being married 28 years my wife has me trained. I'm no longer allowed to
pee like a man - standing up. I am required to sit down and pee. She has convinced
me that this is a small price to pay. Otherwise if she had gone to the toilet
one more time at night and either sat on a pee soaked toilet seat, or fell right
into the toilet because I forgot to put the seat down, she was going to kill
me in my sleep.
Now another thing us guys don't usually like to talk about, but because you
and I have become such good friends and you think I'm a classy guy, I might
as well be candid with you because it's a real problem, and you ladies need
to be understanding. It's the dreaded "morning wood". Most mornings us guys
wake up with two things. A tremendous desire to pee, and a penis so hard you
could cut diamonds with it. Well, no matter how hard you try, you can't get
that thing to bend, and if it don't bend you can't aim, well hell, if you can't
aim you have no choice but to piss all over the wallpaper and that damn fuzzy
toilet seat cover you women insist on putting on the toilet. And by the way,
when you use those damn fuzzy toilet seat covers, the friggin' toilet seat won't
stay up by itself. So that means we have to use one hand to hold up the toilet
seat and the other hand to try to control ourselves for that perfect aim.
Now sometimes, when you're newly married, (and I know the guys in here will
back me up on this) you think you can get the toilet seat with that damn fuzzy
thing to stay up. You jam it back & compress that fuzzy thing until the
seat stays there. OK, so you start to pee, but then that compressed fuzzy starts
to decompress and without warning that damn toilet seat comes flying down and
tries to whack off your weenie. So us guys will not lift a toilet seat with
a fuzzy, it's just not safe. I tried to delicately explain this morning situation
to my wife. I told her... look, it won't bend. She said, "sit down like I told
you to do all the rest of the time." OK. I tried sitting down on the toilet
with "morning wood". Well it's is very hard to get it bent under the toilet
seat, and before I could manage it, I had pissed all over the bath towels hanging
on the wall across the room. Now, even if you are sitting down and you can get
it forced down under the toilet seat, when you start to pee the pee shoots out
from the crack between the bottom of the toilet seat and the top of the bowl.
You piss all over the back of your knees and it runs down the back of our legs
on to that damn matching fuzzy horseshoe rug you keep putting on the floor in
front of the toilet. I have found the only effective maneuver to deal with this
morning urinary dilemma is to assume the flying superman position laying over
the toilet seat. This takes a great deal of practice, perfect balance, and split
time precision but it's the only sure way to get all the pee in the bowl during
the first morning pee.
So you ladies have to understand that us men are not totally to blame. We are
sensitive to your concerns about hygiene and bathroom cleanliness, but there
are times when things just get beyond our control. It's not our fault, it's
just Mother Nature.
Now, if it was Father Nature,... there wouldn't have been a problem!
One evening Snow White
decided she was sleepy and announced to the seven dwarfs that she was going
to bed. After the usual lengthy round of "Good Nights" she went upstairs. Immediately
all seven dwarfs rushed outside and began standing on each others shoulders
beneath Snow White's bedroom window.
Tonight was Grumpy's turn to be on the top and as he was the only one who could
see in the window it was his duty to inform the other dwarfs what she was doing.
After a minute or two he hollered down, "She's taking off her blouse!" and this
as echoed down the stack "taking off her blouse," "she's taking off her blouse,"
"blouse is coming off," "taking off her blouse," etc. Next Grumpy yelled, "She's
taking off her skirt," which was followed by the echoes "taking off her skirt,"
"she's taking off her skirt," "skirt's coming off," "taking off her skirt,"
etc. Of course the next line from Grumpy was, "She's taking off her bra!" and
the echo chorus went down the line. Then, "She's taking off her panties!" which
again cascaded down the dwarf tower.
Finally Grumpy looked around and from his vantage height saw someone coming
through the woods so he yelled, "Someone's coming!" and from the next dwarf
to the bottom dwarf was heard, "Me too." "Me too." "Me too." "Me too." "Me too."
Taken from "Most Embarrassing Moments" contest in New Woman Magazine:
"While in line at the
bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran
amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust
and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving
*right now*, she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and
said in a voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me go right now, I will
tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!'
"The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers
stopped what they were doing! I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked
out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door
closed behind me were screams of laughter"
"It was the day before
my eighteenth birthday. I was living at home, but my parents had gone out for
the evening, so I invited my girlfriend over for a romantic night alone. "As
we lay in bed after making love, we heard the telephone ring downstairs. I suggested
to my girlfriend that I give her a piggyback ride to the phone. Since we didn't
want to miss the call, we didn't have time to get dressed.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, the lights suddenly came on and a whole
crowd of people yelled, 'SURPRISE!' My entire family - aunts, uncles, Grandparents,
cousins and all my friends were standing there! My girlfriend and I were frozen
in a state of shock and embarrassment for what seemed like an eternity. Since
then, no one in my family has planned a surprise party again."
From Trashlaughs (MightyCool.com)
I've got a great one for you. When I was back in high school I had a date one Saturday night with a Methodist preachers daughter. The reason we were going out was because she had this great body and was known to be one of the best kissers in the school. I came over to pick her up and the parents escorted me into the living room while she finished getting ready. In those days, most of the homes had picture windows (bay windows) in the living room. We were sitting there talking, me, the preacher and his wife when she entered the room in a pair of tight bell bottom hip huggers and a tube top. She had beautiful breasts, which were by all standards rather good size for her age. She bent over to pick up her purse and low and behold,....one fell out of her tube top! Not wanting the evening to be canceled I quickly thought of something and stated to the preacher and his wife, "Look, out in the yard". Much to my dismay when the preacher and his wife turned to look out the window, and my date re-inserted her breast into the tube top, out in the front yard were two dogs FUCKING! We still went out and had one of the best times of our lives; but damn was I embarrased! And we never went out again!
A man gets on an airplane. After
take off he has to take a shit really bad, but all of the men's restrooms are
full. The stewardess tells him he can use the women's restroom. "But," the stewardess
says, "Do not touch any of the buttons except for the flush button."
After taking a dump, the man notices three buttons next to the flush button.
One was marked WW, one was marked PP, and the third was marked ATR. He is really
curious, so he decides to try out the buttons even though the stewardess told
him not to. He pushes the WW button and warm water cleans his asshole and cock.
He pushes the PP button and a powder puff rubs powder on his ass and dick. "Wow!",
the man says to himself, "this is great!" He pushes the last button, the one
marked ATR.
The next thing he knows he is waking up in a hospital with doctors and the stewardess
standing around him. "What happened?" he asks. "Well," the stewardess says,
"You touched the ATR button, didn't you?" "Yes," says the man. "Well," says
the stewardess, "ATR stands for Automatic Tampon Remover and your dick is in
that jar over there."
1. When I go in I might cause pain.
I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. I can fill your hole. What am
I?
2. A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always
has me first. What am I?
3. I'm spread before I'm eaten. Your tongue gets me off. People sometimes lick
my nuts. What am I?
4. I go in hard. I come out soft. You blow me hard. What am I?
5. All day long, it's in and out. I discharge loads from my shaft. Both men
and women go down on me. What am I?
6. I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel
good. What am I?
7. If I miss, I hit your bush. It's my job to stuff your box. When I come, it's
news. What am I?
8. I offer protection. I get the finger ten times. You use your fingers to get
me off. What am I?
9. I assist an erection. Sometimes big balls hang from me. I'm called a big
swinger. What am I?
10. This useful tool, commonly found in the range of 6 inches long. The functioning
of which is enjoyed by members of both sexes, is usually found hung, dangling
loosely, ready for instant action. It boasts of a clump of little hairy things
at one end and a small hole at the other.
In use, it is quickly inserted, almost always willingly, some-times slowly sometime
quickly, into a warm, fleshy, moist opening where it is thrust in and drawn
out again and again many times in succession, often quickly and accompanied
by squirming bodily movements. Anyone found listening in will most surely recognise
the rhythmic, pulsing sound, resulting from the well lubricated movements.
When finally withdrawn, it leaves behind a juicy, frothy, sticky white substance,
some of which will need cleaning from the outer surfaces of the opening and
some from its long glistening shaft. After everything is done and the flowing
and cleansing liquids have ceased emanating, it is returned to its freely hanging
state of rest, ready for yet another bit of action, hopefully reaching its bristling
climax twice or three times a day, but often much less. What is it?
ANSWERS:
1. A dentist
2. A wedding ring
3. Peanut Butter
4. A Chewing Gum
5. An elevator
6. A nose
7. A newspaper boy
8. A glove
9. A Crane
10. A toothbrush, of course
SCORING:
0-1 YIKES!
2-4 Get your mind out of the gutter!
5-7 Good job.
8-10 Do you know what sex is?
One day a man was sleeping and the
neighbor's little girl entered his house, woke him up and said, "What's that
between your legs?" He replied that is "my bird."
He went back to sleep. She come back later and said, "What's that furry stuff
around your bird?" He replied that's "my nest." So he went back to sleep. She
came back later. "What's those two things under it?" He said those are "the
eggs." She said, "Okay, can I play with your bird,and he said ok.
When he woke up later in the hospital he saw the little girl and said, "What
happened?" She said, "When I was playing with your bird he spit in my eye so
I chopped off his head, burnt down his nest and busted his eggs!"
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