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Q. What’s the definition of macho?

A. Jogging home from your vasectomy.

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A. A guy will actually search for a golf ball

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A. The y spray paint X’s on the back of the sheep that kick!

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The new employee stood before the paper shredder looking confused.

“Need some help?” a secretary, walking by, asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “how does this thing work?”

“Simple,” she said, taking the fat report from his hand and feeding it into the shredder.

“Thanks, but where do the copies come out?”

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Q. What is the difference between a drug dealer and a hooker?

A. A hooker can wash her crack and sell it again.

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A. When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your new car.

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A. Having an orgasm and calling out your own name.

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Jones came into the office an hour late for the third time in one week and found the boss waiting for him.

“What’s the story this time, Jones?” he asked sarcastically. “Let’s hear a good excuse for a change.”

Jones sighed, “Everything went wrong this morning, Boss. The wife decided to drive me to the station. She got ready in ten minutes, but then the drawbridge got stuck. Rather than let you down, I swam across the river — look, my suit’s still damp — ran out to the airport, got a ride on Mr. Thompson’s helicopter, landed on top of Radio City Music Hall, and was carried here piggyback by one of the Rockettes.”

“You’ll have to do better than that, Jones,” said the boss, obviously disappointed. “No woman can get ready in ten minutes.”

Bernie was invited to his friend’s home for dinner. Morris, the host, preceded every request to his wife by endearing terms, calling her Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.

Bernie looked at Morris and remarked, “That is really nice, that after all these years that you have been married, you keep calling your wife those pet names.”

Morris hung his head and whispered,” To tell the truth, I forgot her name three years ago.”

Bubba was from the lower valley, and he decided he wanted to get married to his sweetheart. So, while enjoying some grits and gravy for dinner one evening, Bubba brought up the subject with his Ma and Pa.

“Bubba, you can’t get married yet,” insisted Ma. “You’re the baby of the family.”

“But Ma,” Bubba protested, “I just had my 38th birthday last week.”

“We know that, Bubba,” Pa chimed, “but your Ma and me think you should put off getting married until after you graduate from high school.”

A carpet installer decides to take a cigarette break after completing the installation in the first of several rooms he has to do. Finding them missing from his pocket he begins searching, only to notice a small lump in his recently completed carpet-installation.

Not wanting to rip up all that work for a lousy pack of cigarettes he simply walks over and pounds the lump flat. He decides to forgo the break continues on to the other rooms to be carpeted.

At the end of the day he’s completed his work and has started loading his tools into his trucks when two events occur almost simultaneously: 1) He spies his pack of cigarettes on the dashboard of the truck, and 2) The lady of the house calls out, “Have you seen my parakeet?”

A man was called in for an audit by the IRS. So, he asked his accountant for advice on what to wear.

“Wear your worst clothing and an old pair of shoes. Let them think you are a pauper,” the accountant replied.

Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice: “Don’t let them intimidate you. Wear your best suit and an expensive tie.”

Confused, the man went to his Minister, told him of the conflicting advice, and asked him what he should do.

“Let me tell you a story,” replied the Minister. “A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. ‘Wear a heavy, long, flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck and wool socks.’ But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice: “Wear your most sexy negligee, with a V-neck right down to your navel.'”

The man protested: “But Reverend, what does all this have to do with my problem with the IRS?”

“It doesn’t matter what you wear; you’re going to get screwed.”

Three third graders from Kentucky (an Irish kid, an Italian Kid and a Redneck kid) are on the play ground at recess.

The Irish kid suggests that they play a new game. “Let’s see who has the largest weenie,” he says. “Okay.” They all agree.

The Italian kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out.

“That’s nothing,” says the Irish kid. He whips his out and proudly shows that his is at least an inch longer.

Not to be outdone, the Redneck kid whips his out. It is by far not only the biggest, but the fattest.

That night, eating dinner at home, the Redneck kid’s mother asks him what he did at school today.

“Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math test and read out loud from a new book and then during recess, my friends and I played a new game called “Let’s see who has the largest weenie.”

“What kind of game is that, honey?” asks the mother.

“Well, me, Anthony and Patrick each pulled out our weenies and I had the biggest! The other kids say it’s because I’m a Redneck. Is that true, Mom?”

Mom replies, “No, Honey. It’s because you’re twenty-one.”

One day an Indian boy asked his father why they have such long names.

The dad answers, “Well, son, whenever an Indian baby is born the father would go outside and name the baby after the first thing he sees…”

Then, after a few moments of silent reflection, the father asks, “Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?”