A doctor calls his patient and says, “I have some bad news and some very bad news.”
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One More Time
A doctor tells his patient, “I have terrible news. You have a rare incurable condition and will be dead by morning.”
The man goes home and tells his wife — it’s tragic, but there’s nothing to be done.
They go to bed… he’s reflecting on his life… and looks at his wife, and thinks… one more time. He wakes her up… and they make love.
She goes back to sleep, but he can’t sleep… and he looks at her again… and thinks… I gotta have it. He wakes her up, and they have sex.
She goes back to sleep again. The hours pass. The sun will soon be up. He thinks, better to die happy… and he nudges his wife again… “How about it?”
She looks at him angrily and says, “LOOK. I have to get up in the morning… YOU don’t!”
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Keeping Em Awake
During church yesterday, the pastor was 10 minutes into his sermon when he noticed his 7-year-old son in the balcony with a pea-shooter. The boy was leaning over the railing, carefully aiming and popping members of the congregation in the head. Just as the pastor was about to stop his sermon and give his son a public scolding, the boy hollered out, “You just keep preaching, Dad! I’ll keep ’em awake!”
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The Tightest Man in Town
Old Mr. Patterson, the tightest man in town, was lying on his deathbed. As his final wish, he asked to be alone with his lawyer, his doctor, and his pastor.
“I know I can’t take it with me,” he whispered, “but I’m going to try.” He handed each man $150,000 and said, “Make sure this money goes in the casket with me.”
A few days after the funeral, the pastor cleared his throat at the diner, “With a heavy heart, I confess… I only put $100,000 in the casket.”
The doctor sighed and rubbed his temples, “Since we’re being honest, I only put in $80,000 myself.”
The lawyer slammed his coffee cup down in disgust, “You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Taking money from a dying man?” he huffed. “Am I the only honest one here?”
He pulled out his checkbook and waved it proudly, “I wrote him a check for the full $150,000!”
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Great Man Terrible Lifeguard
My dad used to tell me that you can’t save anyone; they have to save themselves.
Great man. Terrible lifeguard.
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The Silent Debate
Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all Jews must convert to Catholicism or leave Italy.
The Jewish community protested, so the Pope offered a deal: he would have a religious debate with a representative of the Jewish community.
If the Jews won, they could stay. If the Pope won, they would have to convert or leave.
The Jewish community chose an aged and wise Rabbi to represent them.
However, since the Rabbi spoke no Italian and the Pope spoke no Hebrew, they agreed to conduct a silent debate.
On the chosen day, the Pope and the Rabbi sat across from each other.
The Pope raised his hand and held up three fingers.
The Rabbi responded by holding up one finger.
Next, the Pope waved his finger in a circle around his head.
The Rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat.
The Pope then brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.
The Rabbi reached into his bag and pulled out an apple.
At that, the Pope stood up and declared himself defeated. The Rabbi, he said, was too clever.
The Jews could stay in Italy!
Later, the cardinals gathered and asked the Pope what had happened.
The Pope said, “First, I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded with one finger to remind me that there is only one God shared by both our beliefs.
Then I circled my finger around my head to show that God is everywhere. He pointed to the ground to show that God is also right here with us.
Finally, I presented the wine and wafer to represent salvation. He produced an apple to remind me of original sin. He bested me at every turn, and I could not continue.”
Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered around the Rabbi and asked how he had won.
“I don’t have a clue,” the Rabbi said.
“First, he told me we had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger.
Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews, so I told him that we were staying right here.”
“And then what?” someone asked.
“I don’t know,” said the Rabbi. “He took out his lunch, so I took out mine!”
