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The Talking Cow and the Carburetor
There was a salesman whose car broke down on a country road. He opened the hood and was looking at the engine trying to figure what was wrong.
All of a sudden he hears a voice say, “It’s the carburetor.”
He looks around and there is only a cow in the area. Looking back at the engine he hears the voice say again, “It’s the carburetor.”
He realizes it’s the cow! He asks the cow to speak again and the cow obliges, “I’ve told you twice it’s the carburetor.”
The salesman runs down the road, finds a farmer and says excitedly, “That cow in the field over there can talk! It was telling me what’s wrong with my car!”
The farmer looks at the salesman and says, “Don’t pay any attention to that cow, it doesn’t know anything about cars.”
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The Talking Dog on the Porch
A traveling salesman breaks down on a country road.
He goes to the only farmhouse he can see. As he’s approaching the porch, a dog sits up and says, “Good afternoon, how are you?”
“Oh my, you can talk!”
“Yeah, I discovered that I could talk when I was a puppy. The government found out about me and trained me to spy for them. Who would think the dog in the room was listening and reporting back what was said? I traveled the world several times over, sometimes helping to stop a war, and sometimes to start one. It was all very exciting but I finally decided to settle down here at this farmhouse and spend my remaining days on this peaceful porch.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
The salesman knocks on the door and asks the farmer if he’s interested in selling the dog.
“Sure, I’ll take 10 bucks for him.”
“Why so little, you do know he can talk?”
“Yeah, I know, but he’s a liar. He’s never been off this porch!”
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Cinderella and the Pumpkin Diaphragm
Once upon a time Cinderella was getting ready to go out on a date with Prince Charming. She approaches her Fairy Godmother and asks for some birth control.
“Absolutely not!” says her Fairy Godmother.
“Fine,” says Cinderella. “But just remember this when there are a bunch of little princes running around.”
So her Fairy Godmother thinks about it and relents. “Okay,” she says, “I’ve turned this pumpkin into a diaphragm. However, you’d better be back before midnight, because that’s when it will turn back into a pumpkin.”
So Cinderella goes out, and her Fairy Godmother is waiting for Cinderella to return. It’s midnight, then 1:00, then 2:00.
Finally Cinderella comes staggering in at 2:30, a dreamy look in her eyes.
“Where have you been?” demands her Fairy Godmother.
“Out,” says Cinderella.
“Didn’t that diaphragm turn back into a pumpkin at midnight?”
“Yes.”
“Well… what happened?” asks her Fairy Godmother.
And Cinderella says, “I met the nicest guy… named Peter Peter.”
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The Medicare Motel
Old Man: “Doc, we’d like you to watch us… you know… and let us know if we’re doing it right.”
The doctor was puzzled but agreed. When they finished, the doctor was impressed. “Everything looks perfectly fine—in fact, very impressive for people your age!” He charged them a $50 consultation fee.
This went on for months. They’d routinely book an appointment, do their thing, pay the doctor, and leave.
Finally, unable to hold back his curiosity, the doctor asked, “Exactly what kind of sexual dysfunction are you two trying to consult me about?”
The old man smiled widely and replied: “Oh, we don’t have any issues, Doc. She’s married, so we can’t go to her house. I’m married, so we can’t go to mine. A three-star hotel costs $90, a five-star is $120… but here it’s only $50, and I get $43 of it back from Medicare!”
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The Spies and the Firing Squad
A British spy, Irish spy and Scottish spy are captured by the Nazis…
Just as the Nazis are about to open fire, the British spy shouts
“Hurricane!”
and all the Nazis run, allowing the British spy to escape
Angered, they return, and prepare to shoot the Scottish spy when he shouts
“Typhoon!”
and all the Nazis run, allowing the Scottish spy to escape
The Nazis return again, angry, to kill the Irish spy when he shouts
“Fire!”
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Golf Balls on the Bus
A man got on the bus with both of his front pants pockets full of golf balls and sat down next to a beautiful blonde woman.
The puzzled blonde kept looking at him and his bulging pockets.
Finally, after many glances from her, he looks at her and says, “It’s golf balls.”
The blonde continued to look at him for a very long time, thinking deeply about what he had said.
Finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she empathetically asks, “Does it hurt as much as tennis elbow?”
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Ed and Nancy and the Golf Confession
Ed and Nancy met on a singles cruise, and from the moment Ed saw her, he was absolutely captivated. They spent the days dancing under the stars, sharing long conversations by the deck rail, and laughing over fancy cocktails.
When they returned home and realized they lived just a few miles apart, Ed was ecstatic. Without hesitation, he began asking her out.
In the weeks that followed, Ed took Nancy to dance clubs, candlelit dinners, concerts, movies, and museums. Every date was better than the last, and with each passing moment, Ed grew more certain—Nancy was the one.
To celebrate the one-month anniversary of their first dinner on the cruise ship, Ed planned something special: a romantic evening at an elegant restaurant.
As they sipped their cocktails, waiting for their salads, Ed took a deep breath, straightened his tie, and cleared his throat.
“Nancy,” he began, his eyes warm with sincerity, “I think you can tell—I’m completely in love with you. But before we take the next step, I need to be upfront about something.”
Nancy leaned in, intrigued.
Ed continued, “Before I reach into my jacket for a certain little box and ask you a life-changing question, there’s something you should know. I’m a golf fanatic. I play, I read about it, I watch it on TV—I eat, sleep, and breathe golf. If that’s a deal-breaker, now’s the time to tell me.”
Nancy took a slow sip of her drink, set it down, and smiled. “Ed, that won’t be a problem at all. I love you just the way you are, and I love golf too!”
She paused, then added, “But since we’re being completely honest… I should tell you that for the last five years, I’ve been a hooker.”
Ed blinked. His mind raced. Then, after a brief pause, he leaned in with a knowing grin and said,
“Well, that’s probably because you’re not keeping your wrists straight when you swing.”
