Delivery Style: unexpected twist

  • The Old Man at the Red Light District

    An old man was visiting a red light area.

    There, a really hot prostitute asked him if he wanted her for an hour. The man replied, “I won’t be able to.”

    “Why won’t you be able to? I’ll make you have the time of your life,” said the prostitute, and took him to her private room.

    The prostitute stripped and asked the man to do the same. The man again replied, “I won’t be able to.”

    “Don’t worry, you’ll do great,” said the prostitute as she stripped him.

    Then they started having sex, and he was great. The prostitute orgasmed multiple times and they kept going even when the hour was over.

    When the man got tired they finally stopped. Exhausted, the prostitute said, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Why were you saying ‘I won’t be able to’? You are so good.”

    The man replied, “I meant I won’t be able to pay.”

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  • Checking In at the Reception Desk in Hell

    A man is checking in at the reception desk in Hell.

    “Welcome!” says the Devil. “You’re in for an amazing time! First up, did you like a drink when you were on Earth?”

    “I certainly did!” says the man.

    “Great!” says the Devil. “We kick off the week on Monday with a gigantic piss-up. Beer, whisky, rum, brandy, gin, tequila, you name it, we’ve got it! You can’t get a hangover, and you certainly can’t kill your liver. You’re already dead!”

    “Fantastic!” says the man. “What about Tuesday?”

    “Tuesday? Just wait until you get to Tuesday! Do you like women?”

    “I sure do,” says the man.

    “Then Tuesday’s going to be great too! You’ll be at it all day long with the most amazing women you ever saw. They’re into all kinds of everything you can imagine, no matter how kinky. And you can’t catch any STIs either, not even herpes never mind syphilis! You’re already dead!”

    “Then it’s Wednesday,” continues the Devil. “Ever do drugs on Earth? No? Want to give it a go? We’ve got all kinds of substances down here, and you can do them all. You’ll never OD or rot your brain. How could you? You’re already dead!”

    “Great!” says the man. “And Thursdays?”

    “Thursdays,” says the Devil, “is when we roll out the tobacco. Bit of a chill day after all the partying. Cigars, cigarettes, cheroots, you name it. Every kind of leaf that the Earth ever had, and you can stick it in your pipe and smoke it. And you can’t get lung cancer or even a nasty cough! You’re already dead!”

    “Now, Fridays,” says the Devil. “Were you into that gay stuff on Earth? A bit of back-door action just to change it up? Maybe gobble on a big thick rod or two?”

    “Oh no,” says the man, “I never liked the sound of that at all.”

    The Devil sighs. “Oh well. I guess Fridays aren’t going to be much fun for you, then.”

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  • The Radar Detector and the Tail Light

    A man is tired of getting speeding tickets, so he buys a radar detector.

    He’s speeding down the highway and suddenly the patrol car pulls up behind him and pulls him over. Detector never went off.

    Pissed, he realizes maybe he should have bought a better one. He spends a bit more money and gets one that claims to have superior radar detection technology. It costs more, but if it saves him a ticket, it’s worth it.

    Sure enough, within a week, he’s on the highway and the blue and red lights come on. Another ticket.

    He can’t afford another point on his license, so he goes out and buys the most expensive, most highly rated radar detector he can find.

    Within days the police show up behind him again. He’s furious. He pulls the detector out of the dash, gets out of the car and smashes it to bits on the ground, and is jumping up and down on the pieces. He sees the officer, standing and watching him.

    “WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY DON’T THESE POS DETECTORS WORK?”

    Officer says, “Just wanted to let you know your left tail light is out.”

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  • The Search Party and the Well

    Little Anne Patterson had been missing for three days now and things were looking grim.

    The family lived on the edge of an old forest, made famous by its ability to cause even the most seasoned hiker to lose their way. There was something labyrinthian about that woodland.

    Anne was told never to go out into the forest, but curiosity often proved stronger than her better judgment. She had ventured into the wood on more than one occasion, but in each of these instances, her father was able to get a hold of her before she got too far.

    This time was different.

    A search party had been assembled, combing the Patterson’s vast property.

    In the days since her disappearance, the group had trudged through 10 square miles of wilderness. There was no sign of her until they came across one of her mittens. The second was found 50 feet to the west of the first.

    So they continued west through the densest section of forest yet and eventually came to a clearing with an ancient well in the center.

    A quiet fell among the party as they realized what had likely happened here.

    After a few minutes of tense stasis, the lead detective on the investigation stepped forward to take a look down the well.

    He put his hands on the cold, moldy brick that made up the well’s outer rim and peered over into the abyss.

    He could see nothing.

    “Anne?” he yelled down, hoping he would hear her voice in response. But the only reply was his own echo.

    He turned around and faced Anne’s father, Greg.

    “I yelled down the well to see if she’d reply, but there was no Anne, sir.”

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  • The 12-Inch Pianist and the Million Bucks

    A guy walks into a bar carrying a briefcase and an old brass lamp.

    He sits down and sets both on the bar.

    The bartender pours him a drink and asks, “What’s in the briefcase?”

    The man opens it to reveal a tiny man sitting at a piano, playing beautifully.

    “Where on earth did you get that?” the bartender asks.

    The man points to the lamp. “A genie. He granted me a wish.”

    “No way,” says the bartender. “Can I try?”

    “Be my guest.”

    The bartender rubs the lamp, and out pops a genie.

    “What is your wish?” asks the genie.

    The bartender thinks for a moment and says, “I want a million bucks!”

    The genie claps his hands.

    Instantly, the bar is filled with a million ducks.

    Ducks are everywhere. On the tables, behind the bar, hanging from the light fixtures.

    The bartender stares in disbelief.

    “What’s wrong with this genie?” he shouts. “He must be hard of hearing!”

    The man takes a sip of his drink and says, “You think? Do you really believe I wished for a 12-inch pianist?”

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  • I’m not sure what I ate yesterday but I just shit the LSU

    I’m not sure what I ate yesterday but I just shit the LSU marching band out of my ass this morning playing “Walk the Dinosaur.”

  • (Kim Moser) I wonder what Mr. Rogers sounded like fucking

    (Kim Moser) I wonder what Mr. Rogers sounded like fucking.

  • A friend used the term “life hack” in front of me today. No clue

    A friend used the term “life hack” in front of me today. No clue what it means so I just nodded my head and said I agreed his mom is a cunt.

  • Peanut allergies can cause rash, shortness of breath, toxic

    Peanut allergies can cause rash, shortness of breath, toxic shock and me calling your kid a fucking pussy.