Monday, February 11, 2008

Too Bad It's Monday (TBIM) Jokes

Below are what I judge to be the best of the humor I have received in my emails during the past week.

A Blonde's Year in Review:

January - Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.

February - Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels......Helllloooo!!!.....bottles won't fit in typewriter!!!

March - Got really excited.....finished jigsaw puzzle in months... said "2-4 years!"

April - Trapped on an escalator for hours ..... power went out!!!

May - Tried to make Kool-Aid ..... wrong instructions .... 8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!!!

June - Tried to go water skiing .... couldn't find a lake with a slope.

July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition ..... learned later, the other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!

August - Got locked out of my car in rain storm ..... car swamped because soft-top was open.

September - The capital of California is "C"..... isn't it???

October - Hate M & M's ..... they are so hard to peel.

November - Baked turkey for 4-1/2 days ..... instructions said 1 Hour per pound and I weigh 108 lbs!!!

December - Couldn't call 911 ..... "duh" .... there's no "eleven" button on the stupid phone!!! What a year!

Sister Mary Katherine entered the Monastery of Silence. The Priest said, 'Sister, this is a silent monastery. You are welcome here as long as you like, but you may not speak until I direct you to do so.'

Sister Mary Katherine lived in the monastery for 5 years before the Priest said to her, 'Sister Mary Katherine, you have been here for 5 years. You can speak two words.'

Sister Mary Katherine said, 'Hard bed.'

'I'm sorry to hear that,' the Priest said. 'We will get you a better bed.'

After another 5 years, Sister Mary Katherine was called by the Priest. 'You may say another two words, Sister Mary Katherine.'

'Cold food,' said Sister Mary Katherine, and the Priest assured her that the food would be better in the future.

On her 15th anniversary at the monastery, the Priest again called Sister Mary Katherine into his office. 'You may say two words today.'

'I quit,' said Sister Mary Katherine.

'It's probably best,' said the Priest. 'You've done nothing but bitch since you got here.'

Guy walked into the local welfare office to pick up his check.. He marched straight up to the counter and said, " Hi. You know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd really rather have a job."

The social worker behind the counter said, "Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a Chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, and he'll supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips and you will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll be provided a two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The salary is $200,000 a year."

The guy, wide-eyed, said, " You're bullshittin' me!"

The social worker said, " Yeah, well. You started it."

A doctor goes out and buys the hottest car on the market, a brand new
Ferrari GTO. It is also the most expensive car in the world, and It costs
him $400,000. He takes it out for a spin and stops at a red light.

An old man on a Moped, looking about 90 years old, pulls up next to him. The old man looks over at the sleek shiny car and asks, "What kind of car ya got there, sonny?"

The doctor replies, "A Ferrari GTO. It cost almost a half a million dollars!"

"That's a lot of money," says the old man. "Why does it cost so much?"

"Because this car can do up to 240 miles an hour!" states the doctor proudly.

The Moped driver asks, "Mind if I take a look inside?"

"No problem," replies the doctor.

So the old man pokes his head in the window and looks around. Then, sitting back on his Moped, the old man says, "That's a pretty nice car, all right .. but I think I'll st ick with my Moped!"

Just then the light changes, so the doctor decides to show the old man just what his car can do. He floors it, and within 30 seconds, the speedometer reads 120 mph. Suddenly, he notices a dot in his rear view
mirror. It seems to be getting closer. He slows down to see what it could be and suddenly WHHHOOOOOOSSSSSHHH! Something whips by him going much faster! "What on earth could be going faster than my Ferrari?" the doctor asks himself. He floors the accelerator and takes the Ferrari up to 160 mph.

Then, up ahead of him, he sees that it's the old man on the Moped! Amazed that the Moped could pass his Ferrari, he gives it more gas and passes the moped at 200 mph. WHOOOOOOOSHHHHH!

He's feeling pretty good until he looks in his mirror and sees the old man gaining on him AGAIN! Astounded by the speed of this old guy, he floors the gas pedal and takes the Ferrari all the way up to 240 mph. Not ten
seconds later, he sees the Moped bearing down on him again!

The Ferrari is flat out, and there's nothing he can do! Suddenly, the Moped plows into the back of his Ferrari, demolishing the rear end. The doctor stops the Ferrari and jumps out and unbelievably the old man is still

He runs over to the mangled old man and says, "Oh My Gosh! Is there anything I can do for you?"

The old man whispers, "Yes!! .... suspenders.........from your.......side view...........mirror."

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in
the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.

The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.

Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.

"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it."

"You know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"

"But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?"

There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second."

So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances.

No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised
around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome.

Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked
me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor buck naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that"

Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter...and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.

"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"

If they only knew!



  1. Hi Nick ~~ Some good jokes there - I liked the poor old man with his braces caught. Glad you enjoyed my post and have accepted the award.
    Take care, Regards, Merle.

  2. ` Ha ha ha! I like the blonde one and the guy who was attacked by the cat!

    ` PS I has crazy stuffs going on!

  3. Happy Monday Nick!

    Thank you for the laughs:)

    & you've been tagged for a meme, so stop by when you have the chance if you care to participate...


  4. Thanks for the I hope you have a great week. I'm adding you to my blogroll.( I had once before, but I changed my template, and lost a bunch of links.)Have a great Day!

  5. The poor guy and his suspenders (braces to you Merle of course).

    It reminded me of the song about the Nash Rambler. Do you remember that one?

  6. hehehheheheehehee

    Ah, there is nothing better than a good giggle :)

    P.S Lolcats are just the BEST thing ever!

  7. haha! brilliant.
    Loved the cat/virus pic. :o)

  8. This is a most enjoyable way to begin the day, Nick. Thank you.

  9. Wow! You even got ME laughing!

    Way to go!

  10. LOL love them all but especially the one about the guy in the benefits office - that really cracked me up!

  11. I remembered to drop by for the jokes. So glad I did. Thanks, Rev. T.

  12. Thanks, Nick for all your comments on my blog. I am busy writing a few Valentine's love poems, but will repay the favour a bit later in the week.
    Who knows? You might be the lucky winner of a V-day poem yourself!

  13. Great! I can't stop laughing at Cat got your tongue?"

  14. These were great! I also love the photos of the cats! :) They're priceless!

    DUTCH OVEN! ha!

  15. ` I was so inspired I drew a portrait of myself on the whiteboard after art class. I captioned it; "Bored Spoony/Likes Dry Erase Markers!"

  16. I have a Catholic post coming up and should "borrow" your art! And I love the Welfare joke- OMG- as a former social worker- too funny!

  17. I liked the nun who spoke two words and then "I quit." Ha ha ha....
    Checking in to see how things are going over here. Hope you're well and having a good day!

  18. Thank you again for the Monday humor, Rev. Saint.

  19. Enola said we should come over here for the humor. I'm so glad I did. Thanks for the laughs! :)

  20. Always good for a laugh or 10...awesome once again!