Little Johnny Joke No. 3,264
Little Johnny's father came home from a long business trip to find his son riding a new mountain bike.
"Where did you get the money for the bike, son? It must have cost $500," he asked.
"I earned it hiking, Dad," replied Little Johnny.
"Come on, John," said his father. "Tell the truth."
"That is the truth, Dad!" Johnny replied. "Every night while you were gone, Mom's boss came come over to work late with Mom. He'd give me a twenty and tell me to 'take a hike'!"
LADIES - Why you should'nt lie about your age
At The Roulette Table
A woman, losing at roulette, was down to her last ten dollars so she asked the man beside her for a good number.
"Why don't you play your age?" he suggested.
"That's an idea!" she agreed, and put her money on the table.
When the wheel stopped, she fainted and fell to the floor.
The man looked to the croupier. "Did she win?" he asked.
"No," replied the attendant. "She put ten on number 27 and number 35 came in!"
There's a lesson here, ladies: Never lie about your age to a roulette table. Hehehe!
Volkswagen vs ROLLS ROYCE
A man from Cornerbrook driving a Volkswagen Beetle in Toronto pulls up > next
> to a guy in a Rolls Royce at a stop sign.
>
> Their windows are open and he yells at the guy in the Rolls, "Hey, you
> gots
> a telephone in that Rolls?"
>
> The guy in the Rolls says, "Yes, of course I do."
>
> "I gots one too... see?" the Newfie says.
>
> "Uh, huh, yes, that's very nice."
>
> "You gots a fax machine?" asks the Newfie.
>
> "Why, actually, yes, I do."
>
> "I does too! See? It's right here!" brags the guy from the Rock.
>
> The light is just about to turn green and the guy in the Volkswagen
> says,
> "So, does you have a double bed in back there?"
>
> The guy in the Rolls replies, "NO! Do you?"
>
> "Yep, gots me double bed right in back here," the Newfie replies.
>
> The light turns and the man in the Volkswagen takes off.
>
> Well, the guy in the Rolls is not about to be one-upped, so he
> immediately
> goes to a customizing shop and orders them to put a double bed in back
> of
> his car.
>
> About two weeks later, the job is finally done. He picks up his car and
> drives all over town looking for the Volkswagen beetle with the
> Newfoundland
> Labrador plates. Finally, he finds it parked alongside the road, so he
> pulls
> his Rolls up next to it.
>
> The windows on the Volkswagen are all fogged up and he feels somewhat
> awkward about it, but he gets out of his newly modified Rolls and taps
> on
> the foggy window of the Volkswagen.
>
> (It's ok, the joke is CLEAN)
>
> The man in the Volkswagen finally opens the window a crack and peeks
> out.
>
> The guy with the Rolls says, "Hey, remember me?"
>
> "Yeah, yeah, I remembers you," replies the Newfoundlander, "What's up?"
>
> "Check this out...I got a double bed installed in my Rolls."
>
> The Newfie exclaims, "B'JEEZ B'Y, YOU GOTS ME OUT OF THE SHOWER TO TELLS
> ME
> THAT?"
A Scottish Joke for Friday Night
Subtle Scottish Humour
An English doctor was being shown around a Scottish hospital. Near the end of his visit, he saw a ward of patients with no obvious injuries.
He started to examine the first patient, but the man proclaimed:
"Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face / Great chieftain o' the puddin' race!"
The doctor, taken aback, moved on to the next patient, who immediately said,
"Some hae meat and canna eat / And some wad eat that want it."
The next patient cried out,
"Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie /
O what a panic's in thy breastie!"
"Well," the English doctor muttered to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for last."
"Oh, no," said the Scottish doctor. "This is our serious Burns unit!"
An American Joke - Sorry Jodi
An American Tourist In London
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the locals, and have a pint of bitter.
After a while, he finds himself in a very nice neighbourhood with big, stately residences. No pubs, no stores, no restaurants and, worst of all, no public restrooms.
However, after all those Guinnesses, he really has to go. He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby, who says, "Sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really have to go, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the bobby, "just follow me".
He leads the American through a back delivery alley to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the bobby, "whiz away sir, anywhere you like."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the policeman's blessing, he relieves himself and feels much more comfortable.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, "That was really decent of you. Is that what you call English hospitality?"
"No, sir." replied the bobby. "That is what we call the French Embassy."