Birth Control
Mary: Brenda is having another baby.
Jill: I can’t believe it! This will be her sixth, won’t it? Don’t she and her husband use birth control?
Mary: Yeah, but I’m afraid they use the bottle-of-tequila-rhythm-of-Barry-White method.
Mary: Brenda is having another baby.
Jill: I can’t believe it! This will be her sixth, won’t it? Don’t she and her husband use birth control?
Mary: Yeah, but I’m afraid they use the bottle-of-tequila-rhythm-of-Barry-White method.
The passenger noticed by the license that his cab driver’s name was Winston Churchill. Trying to make conversation, he said, „I see your name is Winston Churchill.”
The driver simply said, „Yep. That’s my moniker.”
The passenger, not willing to give up yet on some banter said, „That’s a pretty famous name.”
The driver responded with: „As well it should be too. I’ve a-been driving a cab here for over forty years.”
On a hot summer day, a farmer and his dog were riding in a wagon pulled by two horses. After riding several miles, one of the horses said, „Whew, sure is hot today.”
The farmer, obviously surprised, said aloud, „Damn, I didn’t know horse could talk!”
The dog replied, „Neither did I.”
While traveling in the UK, John was looking forward to staying in one of the oldest hotels in England, one in Salisbury that dated back to the 13th century.
But when he arrived, the hotel clerk gave him a bit of bad news informing him at check-in that his room was in the new section.
Being a history buff, John was disappointed, but when he asked when the „new” section had been built, she replied apologetically, „In the 1600s.”
At the company water cooler, the office braggart was boring his fellow workers as usual. His topic of the day was about his children’s world travels: one son was teaching in Bolivia, another working in southern Italy. Finally, he told everyone that his daughter was working on a year’s research project in India.
„What is it about you,” a co-worker finally asked, „that makes your kids want to get so far away?”
A stutterer returned from a two-week intensive stuttering therapy program in a distant city. His friends asked how the therapy had gone.
„Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,” the stutterer said, completely fluent. His friends expressed amazement.
„Y-y-y-yes, b-b-b-but it’s h-h-hard t-to w-w-work th-that into a c-c-c-conversation,” he said.
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