I met a genie who offered me one wish.
I said, “I wish I could be you.”
The genie replied,
“Weurd wush… but U wull grant ut.”
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Albert wanted to divorce his wife, so they went to court.
Judge: “Are you sure you still want to divorce your wife?”
Albert: “Yes, Your Honor. I’m serious.”
Judge: “Don’t you regret it?”
Albert: “How could I not? Why should I keep a wife who goes out every night to cafés, bars, and clubs?”
Judge: “Does your wife drink alcohol?”
Albert: “Uh… no, sir.”
Judge: “Does she like dancing and partying?”
Albert: “Not really, sir.”
Judge: “Then what does she do every night in those places?”
Albert: “She’s looking for me, sir.”
A woman meets a man in a bar.
They talk, they laugh, and really hit it off.
Before long, they decide to go back to his place.
As he shows her around his apartment, she notices something unusual in his bedroom… an entire wall covered in soft, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three long shelves filled from end to end.
The bottom shelf is lined with small teddy bears.
The middle shelf holds medium-sized bears.
And the top shelf is packed with huge, oversized teddy bears.
She can tell he spent a lot of time arranging them just right.
For such a masculine-looking guy, the display surprises her—but she also finds it sweet and endearing.
She doesn’t say anything, but she’s impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine, talk for hours, and the more they talk, the more she thinks, “Oh my… this man might actually be the one. He could even be the father of my future children.”
They start kissing. The chemistry is strong. Soon he sweeps her into his arms and carries her to the bedroom.
After an intense night of passion, they lie together, catching their breath.
She gently strokes his chest, smiles, and asks softly, “Well… how was it?”
He smiles back, brushes her cheek, looks lovingly into her eyes and says, “Help yourself to any prize… from the middle shelf.”
The owner of an adult toy shop was training his new employee on the rules, how things worked, and the price list of their products.
“The only items without price tags are the dildos kept behind the cashier counter.
The white ones are $10, and the black ones are $25.
Everything else in the store already has the price marked on it.
Now, I’m heading out for a bit to take care of something important. I’ll be back in about an hour or two.”
Business went smoothly for an hour, until finally a customer asked about the items kept behind the counter.
“How much are those toys?”
“The white ones are $10, and the black ones are $25.”
“Oh, those are nice! How much is that one with the checkered pattern?”
Thinking quickly on his feet, the employee replied, “That one is $200.”
“SOLD! I’ll take it!”
An hour later, the owner returned and asked how business had been while he was gone.
“It was booming, Boss! I managed to sell five of the white ones and ten of the black ones. And I also got $200 for that checkered thermos of yours you had sitting back there!”
A guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom.
He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed, sweating and panting.
“What’s up?” he says.
“I’m having a heart attack,” cries the woman.
He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he’s dialing, his 4-year-old son comes up and says, “Daddy! Daddy! Uncle Ted’s hiding in your closet and he’s got no clothes on!”
The guy slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife, and rips open the wardrobe door.
Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked, cowering on the closet floor.
“You rotten bastard,” says the husband. “My wife’s having a heart attack and you’re running around naked scaring the kids!”
Vladimir Putin and his driver were on their way to Kyiv in a car when all of a sudden they hit a pig near a farmhouse, killing it instantly.
Putin told his driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened. About one hour later, Putin sees his driver staggering back to the car with a bottle of Horilka (Ukrainian vodka) in one hand, a cigar in the other, and his clothes all disheveled.
“What happened to you?” asked Putin.
“Well, the farmer gave me the Horilka, his wife gave me a box of cigars and their 19 year old and 21 year old daughters made mad passionate love to me simultaneously.”
“My God, what did you tell them?” asks Putin.
The driver replies, “I’m president Putin’s driver, and I just killed the pig.”
Four seniors were playing their weekly game of golf when one remarked how great it would be to wake up on Christmas morning, roll out of bed, go directly to the golf course, and play eighteen holes together.
The others chimed in and said, “Let’s do this! We’ll make it a priority — and each of us must figure out a way to meet here early Christmas morning!”
Several months later, it’s Christmas morning, and each man is at the golf course as promised, ready to play golf just as they’d discussed.
The first guy says, “Boy, this round has cost me a fortune! I had to buy my wife a diamond ring that she really wanted.”
The second guy remarks, “I spent a ton of money too. My wife is at home with travel brochures all over the place, planning a cruise I had to give her.”
The third guy says, “Well, my wife is at home admiring the new car I agreed to buy for her.”
They all turned to the fourth guy, who was staring at them and shaking his head as if they’d all lost their minds.
He said, “I can’t believe you guys spent so much. Let me tell you what I did. I slapped my wife on the butt and said, ‘Merry Christmas, babe! It looks like a great morning, so it’s either gonna be the golf course or intercourse?’”
And she said, “You’ll need a sweater, and don’t forget your hat!”
A cab driver dies and reaches the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book and tells him to pick up a gold staff and a silk robe and proceed into Heaven.
Next in line is a preacher.
St. Peter looks him up in his Big Book, furrows his brow, and says, “OK, we’ll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff.”
The preacher is shocked.
“But I am a man of the cloth! You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely I rate higher than a cabbie!”
St. Peter responds matter-of-factly:
“This is Heaven, and up here we’re interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed.”