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Irreverent Jokes

Issue #92

      (Believing it is important for people to be able to laugh at themselves, this is a continuing feature in Backwoods Home Magazine. We invite readers to submit any jokes they’d like to share to BHM, P.O. Box 712, Gold Beach, OR 97444. Jokes may also be submitted online to editor@backwoodshome.com Subject=Irreverent_Jokes. There is no payment for jokes used.)


  

The blonde walked out onto the ice with her ice fishing gear and her saw and started to cut a hole in the ice.

Suddenly she heard a deep, booming voice say, “There are no fish under the ice.”

She looked around, but there was no one there. So, she started sawing again.

Again, the voice said, “There are no fish under the ice.”

Again, she looked around. There was no one there. She looked up and asked, “God, is that you?”

And the deep, booming voice said, “No, this is the manager of the skating rink.”

The blonde told her friend, “I was worried that my mechanic might try to rip me off, so I was relieved when he told me all I needed was blinker fluid.”

A 90-year-old gentleman, very well dressed, hair well groomed, great looking suit, flower in his lapel, smelling slightly of a good aftershave, presenting a well looked-after image, walked into an upscale cocktail lounge. Seated at the bar was an 80-year-old lady. The gentleman walked over, sat alongside of her, ordered a drink, took a sip, turned to her and asked, “So, tell me, do I come here often?”

A barber gave a haircut to a priest one day. The priest tried to pay for the haircut but the barber refused saying, “You do God’s work.”

The next morning the barber found a dozen bibles at the door to his shop.

A policeman came to the barber for a haircut, and again the barber refused payment saying, “You protect the public.”

The next morning the barber found a dozen doughnuts at the door to his shop.

A lawyer came to the barber for a haircut, and again the barber refused payment saying, “You serve the justice system.”

The next morning the barber found a dozen lawyers waiting for a haircut.




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