A pirate goes to a doctor, worried that the moles he has on his back may be cancerous.
The doctor inspects them.
“It’s ok,” he says. “They’re benign.”
The pirate replies “Check ’em again matey, I think there be at least ten!”
A man comes home late at night and he is pretty smashed. His wife who was worried sick asks “Where the hell have you been?” “The Golden Bar”, the man replies. “It’s an awesome place. They have golden chairs, golden glasses, golden beer of course and even a golden urinal.” The wife is not convinced that her husband is telling the truth, so she looks up the Golden Bar in the phonebook and calls them up. “Do you really have golden chairs at your bar?” – Absolutely ma’am. “And what about golden glasses?” – Indeed we do. “And golden beers?” – Most certainly. “And even a golden urinal?” – Hold on a minute ma’am… Johnny, I think I have a lead on the guy who pissed in your saxophone.”
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One day, a priest decides to take a walk to the pier near his church. He looks around and finally stops to watch a fisherman load his boat.
The fisherman notices, and asks the priest if he would like to join him for a couple of hours. The priest agrees. The fisherman asks if the priest has ever fished before; the priest says no. He baits the hook for him and says, “Give it a shot, father.”
After a few minutes, the priest hooks a big fish and struggles to get it in the boat. The fisherman says, “Whoa, what a big sonofabitch!”
The priest says, “Ah, please sir, can you mind your language?”
The fisherman responds (thinking quickly), “I’m sorry father, but that’s what this fish is called—a sonofabitch!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” says the priest. “I didn’t know.”
After the trip, the priest brings the fish to the church and spots the bishop. “Eminence, look at this big sonofabitch!”
“Please father,” says the bishop. “Mind your language, this is a house of God.”
“No, you don’t understand,” says the priest. “That’s what this fish is called, and I caught it. I caught this sonofabitch!”
“Hmmm,” says the bishop. “You know, I could clean this sonofabitch and we could have it for dinner.”
So the bishop takes the fish and cleans it, and brings it to Mother Superior at the convent.
“Mother Superior, could you cook this sonofabitch for our dinner tonight with the Pope?”
“My lord, what language!” says the mother.
“No, sister,” says the bishop. “That’s what the fish is called—a sonofabitch! Father caught it, I cleaned it, and we’d like you to cook it”
“Hmmm,” replies Mother Superior. “Yes, I’ll cook that sonofabitch tonight.”
While the Pope is over for dinner that evening he remarks that the fish is superb. He asks where they got it.
“I caught the sonofabitch!” says the priest.
“And I cleaned the sonofabitch!” says the bishop.
“And I cooked the sonofabitch!” says Mother Superior.
The Pope stares at them for a minute with a steely gaze, but then takes off his hat, puts his feet up on the table, and says, “You know, you fuckers are all right.”
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A successful businessman flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and the second half of his round trip ticket. All he needed to do was somehow get to the airport, and then he’d be home-free. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie.
He promised to send the driver money from home. He offered him his credit card numbers, his drivers license number, his address, etc… The cabbie said, ”If you don’t have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab!” So the businessman was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was barely in time to catch his flight. One year later the businessman, having worked long and hard to regain his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he won big.
Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well who should he see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but his old buddy who had refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck. The businessman thought for a moment about how he could make the guy pay for his lack of charity, and he hit on a plan.
The businessman got in the first cab in the line, ”How much for a ride to the airport,” he asked? ”Fifteen bucks,” came the reply. ”And how much for you to give me a blowjob on the way?” ”What?! Get the hell out of my cab.” The businessman got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same result. When he got to his old friend at the back of the line, he got in and asked, ”How much for a ride to the airport?” The cabbie replied, ”Fifteen bucks.” The businessman said, ”OK,” and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly past the long line of cabs, the businessman gave a big smile and thumbs up sign to each of the other drivers.
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