A man walks into a bar one night. He goes up to the bar and asks for a beer.
“Certainly, sir, that’ll be 1 cent.”
“One penny?!” exclaimed the guy.
The barman replied, “Yes.”
So, the guy glances over at the menu, and he asks, “Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with fries, peas, and a salad?”
“Certainly sir,” replies the bartender, “but all that comes to real money.”
“How much money?” inquires the guy.
“Four cents,” he replies.
“Four cents?!” exclaims the guy. “Where’s the guy who owns this place?”
The barman replies, “Upstairs with my wife.” The guy says,
“What’s he doing with your wife?”
The bartender replies, “Same as what I’m doing to his business.”

1. You’d rather have a pencil driven through your retina than be exposed to sunlight.

2. Trying to gain control of the situation, you continue to tell your room to “Stay still.”

3. Looking at yourself in the mirror induces the same reaction as chugging a glass of fresh paint.

4. You’re convinced that the chirping birds are Satan’s pets.

5. You set aside an entire morning to spend some quality time with your toilet.

6. You replaced the traditional praying on your knees with the more feasible praying in a fetal position.

7. The bathroom reminds you of a carnival barker shouting, “Step right up and give it whirl!”

8. All day long your motto is, “Never again.”

9. You could purchase a new bike just by recycling the bottles around your bed.

10. Your natural response to “Good morning,” is “Shut up!”

If government is going to put health warning labels on beer, wine and liquor, let’s at least have a little truthfulness about the matter!

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an idiot.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to smash your head in.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you REALLY THINK while photocopying your butt at the office Christmas party.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell ever happened to your pants (panties) anyway.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may cause you to roll over in the morning and see something really scary (whose species and/or name you can’t remember).

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer, and smarter than some really, really huge biker guy named “Big Al”.

A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the barman who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard which is full and bushy.

“Are you the landlord?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands. “Actually, no,” he replies.

“Can you get him for me - I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair. “I’m afraid I can’t” breathes the barman - clearly aroused. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

“Tell him that there’s no toilet paper in the ladies room.”

One night, a drunk comes stumbling into a bar and says to the bartender: “Drinks for all on me including you, bartender.” So the bartender follows the mans orders and says: “That will be $36.50 please.” The drunk says he has no money so the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.

The next night the same drunk comes in again, goes up to the bartender and orders a drink for everyone in the bar including the bartender. Again the bartender follows instructions and again the drunk says he has no money. So the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.

On the third night he comes in, the drunk comes in a says, “Drinks all around, except for you bartender!”

“What, no drink for me?” asks the bartender.

“No way…you get violent when you drink.”

3 men walk into a bar.

After they drink a couple of beers they are ready to leave, but the bartender won’t let them unless they have 12 inches of dick between them.

The first guy whips his out and shows 6 inches.

The second guy drops his pants and shows 5 inches.

Finally, the third guy shows his 1 inch dick.

The bartender says “Ok, thats 12 inches you can go”.

As the’re walking away the first guy sais to the third, “Thank god you had a boner or we’d still be there.”

A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:

Cheese Sandwich: $1.50
Chicken Sandwich: $2.50
Hand Job: $5.00

Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive blondes serving drinks to an eager-looking group of men.

“Yes?” she enquires with a knowing smile, “Can I help you?”

“I was wondering”, whispers the man, “are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?”

“Yes” she purrs “I am.”

The man replies “Well wash your fucking hands, I want a cheese sandwich!”

Two friends are sitting in their favorite bar watching the pretty women that come in, and rating them based on the traditional 1 to 10 method.

A redhead walks in and one of the guys catches his breath and says, “There’s an 8 if ever I saw one!”

As his friend checks out the woman, they hear an old man nearby say “One.”

Soon a brunette enters and walks by the bar. The other guy offers, “Now there’s a 9 for sure! Look at those legs!”

The old man again butts into the conversation and says, “Two.”

The two friends look at each other puzzled and choose to ignore the old dude.

Just then, in comes a blond of both their dreams. She is stacked from head to toe and dressed to kill. The two high-five each other and simultaneously agree, “That’s a 10! Damn!”

They then look over at the old codger and await his comment. The old guy watches the young woman walk on by and sit down in a booth. “Three!” he nods to himself and raises his glass in a salute in their direction.

The two disgusted friends walk down to where the old gentlemen is sitting. “We’ve been sitting here all day watching beautiful women walk into this place and we agree that they are at the top of the scale, but all you can do is say, 1, 2, or 3. What kind of rating is that?”

The old guy takes another sip, sits his draft down, and turns to the men and says, “Well, you young whippersnappers, for your information, I use the ‘Budweiser Method’ of rating women.”

“The Budweiser Method?” says one, “what the hell is that?”

“Well sir, take that last one for instance. I gave her a 3. That means it would take 3 Clydesdales to pull her off my face!”

A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day.

Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee’s home phone number and was greeted with a child’s whisper. ” Hello ? ”

“Is your daddy home?” he asked.

” Yes ,” whispered the small voice.

May I talk with him?”

The child whispered, ” No ”

Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, “Is your Mommy there?” ” Yes ”

“May I talk with her?” Again the small voice whispered, ” No .”

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, “Is anybody else there?”

” Yes ,” whispered the child, “a policeman .”

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, “May I speak with the policeman?”

” No, he’s busy “, whispered the child.

“Busy doing what?”

” Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman ,” came the whispered answer.

Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, “What is that
noise?”

” A helicopter ” answered the whispering voice.

“What is going on there?” demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.

Again, whispering, the child answe red, ” The search team just landed a helicopter .”

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, “What are they searching for?”

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle… ” ME .”

A little old man in the city, living in an apartment on the tenth floor of an urban apartment building, had an antique grandfather clock. This particular clock was unusually large, and he had owned it for a long time and was naturally very fond of it. But, the grandfather clock stopped running, and he couldn’t get a repairman to come to his apartment to fix it. A clock repairman down the street said he’d fix it, but that he didn’t make house calls. And so, the old man made an appointment to have his clock fixed.

He moved the clock from the apartment to the hall, barely getting it through the small door of his apartment. Then he carried it down the hall, stopping every ten feet to rest, until he reached the elevator. This was the easy part, but when he got to the lobby, he encountered the revolving front doors. After struggling with the clock for half an hour, he finally got it to the street. Then he struggled down the street with it, again stopping every ten feet or so to rest.

As luck would have it, there was a bar between his apartment building and the clock repair shop. He tried to time his rest stops to where he didn’t block the entrance to any shop, but it was his bad fortune to be lugging the heavy clock past the bar when the bartender threw a drunk through the door and right into him. The old man was knocked to the ground, as was his clock, and ended up in a pile with the drunk who’d just been tossed from the bar . . . and the pieces of his clock. In his dispair, the old man took off a shoe and started beating the drunk in the head with it, saying over and over, “You damed old drunk, look what you’ve done. You’re ruined my priceless clock.”

The drunk, trying to fend off the old man’s shoe attack, finally mumbled the words, “Well, shit! Why don’t you wear a wristwatch like everybody else?”

A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender, “If I show you a really good trick, will you give me a free drink?” The bartender considers it, and then agrees. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny rat. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues.

After the man finished his drink, he asked the bartender, “If I show you an even better trick, will you give me free drinks for the rest of the evening?” The bartender agrees, thinking that no trick could possibly be better than the first. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny rat. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues. The man reaches into another pocket and pulls out a small bullfrog, which begins to sing along with the rat’s music.

While the man is enjoying his free drinks, a stranger confronts him and offers him £100,000 for the bullfrog. “Sorry,” the man replies, “he’s not for sale.” The stranger increases the offer to £250,000 cash up front. “No,” he insists, “he’s not for sale.” The stranger again increases the offer, this time to £500,000 cash. The man finally agrees, and turns the frog over to the stranger in exchange for the money.

“Are you insane?” the bartender demanded. “That frog could have been worth millions to you, and you let him go for a mere £500,000!”

“Don’t worry about it.” the man answered. “The frog was really nothing special. You see, the rat’s a ventriloquist.”

A drunken man walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her and kissed her. She jumped up and slapped him silly.He immediately apologised and explained, “I’m sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her.”

“Why you worthless, insufferable, wretched, no good drunk!” she screamed.

“Funny,” he muttered, “you even sound exactly like her.”

A blind man wanders into an all girls biker bar by mistake. He finds his way
to a bar stool and orders some coffee. After sitting there for a while, he
yells to the waiter, “Hey, you wanna hear a blond joke?”

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. In a very deep, husky voice,
the woman next to him says,

“Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it’s only fair, since you are
blind, that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blond girl with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blond girl.
3. I’m a 6 foot tall, 175 lb. blond with a black belt in karate.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blond and a professional weightlifter
5. The lady to your right is blond and a professional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?”

The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head, and mutters, “No…not
if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.”

For all of us who are married, were married, wish
you were married, or wish you weren’t married, this
is something to smile about the next time you see a
bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business
trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly
Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.

As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped
the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like
a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into
the car.

Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make
a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old
woman just sat silently, looking intently at
everything she saw, studying every little detail,
until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to
Sally.

“What in bag?” asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, “It’s
a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.”

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or
two.

Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder,
she said:

“Good trade…..”

I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in my cellar and was told by my wife to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else… I said I would and proceeded with the unpleasant task. I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the second bottle and did likewise with it, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the whiskey down the sink which I drank. I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink and poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank. I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it, and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork down the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour.
When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the glasses, corks, bottles, and sinks with the other, which were twenty-nine, and as the houses came by I counted them again, and finally I had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I’m not under the affluence of incohol as some thinkle peep I am. I’m not half as thunk as you might drink. I fool so feelish I don’t know who is me, and the drunker I stand here, the longer I get.