Irreverent Jokes – Issue #133

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From Issue #133


SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant.

I’m a very good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire.

Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand.

I’ll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me.

Call (555) 555-5555 and ask for Daisy.

More than 15,000 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society about an 8-week old black Labrador retriever.

A Texas cop stopped an elderly woman for speeding.

He asked for her driver’s license, and proof of insurance. The old gal took out the required information and handed it to him.

He was somewhat surprised (due to her advanced age) to see she had a concealed handgun-carry permit. He asked if she had a weapon in her possession at the time.

She responded that she indeed had a .45 automatic in her glove box. He asked her if she had any other firearms. She did admit to also having a 9mm Glock in her center console.

The cop asked her if that was all. She responded once again that she did have just one more, a .38 special in her purse. He then asked her what was making her so afraid she felt the need to carry weapons.

She looked him right in the eye and said, “Not a darn thing!”

The economy is so bad … the Mafia is laying off judges.

A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior, chatting.

“I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it.”

“When did you use this awful language?” asks the elder.

“Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go more than 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that’s hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards.”

“Is that when you swore?”

“No, Mother,” says the nun. “After that a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away.”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asks the Mother Superior again.

“Well, no.” says the nun. “You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons, and began to fly away!”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asks the amazed elder nun.

“No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball.”

“Did you swear THEN?” asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

“No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about a foot from the hole.”

The two nuns were silent for a moment.

Then Mother Superior sighed and asked, “You missed the damn putt, didn’t you?”

Barack Obama was pleased and proud that the local sandwich shop in a town he was visiting had named a sandwich after him.

He was somewhat less pleased after he found out what was in it.

“Mostly baloney,” said the proprietor.

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