Monday, July 08, 2013

Too Bad It's Monday Humor & KATZ

I really don't feel well

The chicken and the egg are laying in bed. The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face while the egg is frowning and looking slightly annoyed. The egg mutters "Well I guess that answers that riddle". 

One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her small boy into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" 

The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." 

A long silence was broken at last by a shaken little voice saying, "The big sissy."

About The Weather:

Q: What do you call a sheep with no head and no legs? 
A: A cloud! 

Q: If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring? A: Pilgrims! 

Q: How is a man like the weather? 
A: Nothing can be done to change either one of them. 

Q: Why is there no gold at the end of the rainbow? 
A: The Leprachan took it and sold it to Cash4Gold! 

Q: What did the hurricane say to the coconut palm tree? 
A: Hold on to your nuts, this is no ordinary blow job!

A pastor explained to his congregation that the church was in need of some extra money, so he asked them to consider being more than generous. He offered that whoever gave the most would be able to pick three hymns. 

After the offering plates were passed about the church, the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had graciously offered a $100 bill. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation and said he'd like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate. 

A very quiet, elderly, saintly lady in the back of the church shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front, so she slowly she made her way towards him. The pastor told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much, and in thanks he asked her to pick out three hymns. 

Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation. She pointed to the three most handsome men in the church and said, "I'll take him and him and him." 

A man walked into the Ladies' Department of Macy's, and walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife." 

"What type of bra?" asked the clerk. 

"Type?" inquires the man. "There is more than one type?" 

"Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material. "Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only three types of bras," explained the salesclerk. 

Confused, the man asked what the types were. 

The saleslady replied "The Catholic type, the, Salvation Army type, and the Baptist type. Which one do you need?" 

Still confused the man asked, "What is the difference between them?" 

The lady responded, "It is all really quite simple. The Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army type lifts up the fallen, and the Baptist type makes mountains out of mole hills.” 

A man goes into his son's room to wish him goodnight. His son is having a nightmare. The man wakes him and asks his son if he is OK? The son replies he is scared because he dreamed that Auntie Susie had died. The father assures the son that Auntie Susie is fine and tucks him into bed. 

The next day, Auntie Susie dies. 

One week later, the man again goes into his son's room to wish him goodnight. His son is having another nightmare so the man again wakes his son. The son this time says that he had dreamt that granddaddy had died. The father assures the son that granddaddy is fine and tucks him into bed. 

The next day, granddaddy dies. 

One week later, the man again goes into his son's room to wish him goodnight. His son is having yet another nightmare. The man again wakes his son. The son this time says that he had dreamt that daddy had died. The father assures the son that he is OK and tucks the boy into bed. 

The man goes to bed but cannot sleep. He is terrified. 

The next day, the man is scared for his life. He is sure is going to die. After dressing he drives very cautiously to work, fearful of a collision. He doesn't eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning. He avoids everyone for he is sure he will somehow be killed. He jumps at every noise, starts at every movement and even hides under his desk. 

Upon walking in his front door at the end of the day, he finds his wife. "Good God, Dear," he proclaims, "I've just had the worst day of my entire life!" 

She responds, "You think your day was bad, the milkman dropped dead on our doorstep this morning." 

The three bears had been having some trouble recently and had ended up in family court. Mama and Papa bear were splitting up, and baby bear had to decide who he was going to live with. So, the judge wanted to talk to baby bear to see what he thought about living with either of his parents. 

When he asked baby bear about living with his father, baby bear said "No, I can't live with Papa bear, he beats me terribly." 
"OK," said the judge, "then you want to live with your mother, right?" 

"No way!" replied baby bear, "She beats me worse than Papa bear does." 

The judge was a bit confused by this, and didn't quite know what to do. "Well, you have to live with someone, so is there any relatives you would like to stay with?" asked the judge. 

"Yes," answered baby bear, "my aunt Bertha bear who lives in Chicago." 

"You're sure she will treat you well and won't beat you?" asked the judge. 

"Oh definitely," said baby bear, "the Chicago Bears don't beat anybody." 



I SERIOUSLY need HELP this month.

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