A little girl, dressed in her Sunday best, was
running as fast as she could, trying not to be late for Bible class. As she
ran, she prayed, "Dear Lord, please don't let me be late! Dear Lord,
please don't let me be late!"
As
she was running and praying, she tripped on a curb and fell, getting her
clothes dirty and tearing her dress.
She
got up, brushed herself off, and started running again. Again, she prayed,
"Dear Lord, please don't let me be late!...But don't shove me either!"
A company
owner was asked a question, "How do you motivate your employees to be so
punctual?"
He
smiled and replied, "It's simple. I have 30 employees and 29 free parking
spaces. One is paid parking."
I look up to milkmen.
They're
borne litres.
A little old
lady was walking down the street dragging two large plastic garbage bags behind
her. One of the bags was ripped and every once in a while, a RM 20 fell
out onto the sidewalk.
Noticing
this, a policeman stopped her, and said, "Ma'am, there are RM 20 bills
falling out of that bag."
"Oh
really? Darn it!" said the little old lady. "I'd better go back and
see if I can find them. Thanks for telling me officer."
"Well,
now, not so fast," said the cop. "Where did you get all that money?
You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Oh,
no, no", said the old lady. "You see, my back yard is right next to
the football stadium parking lot. On game days, a lot of fans come and pee
through a knot hole in the fence, right into my flower garden. It used to
really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, why not make
the best of it? So, now, on game days, I stand behind the fence by the knot
hole, real quiet, with my hedge clippers.
Every
time some guy sticks his thing through my fence, I surprise him, grab hold of
it and say, 'O.K., buddy! Give me RM 20, or off it comes.'"
"Well,
that seems only fair," said the cop, laughing. "OK. Good luck! Oh, by
the way, what's in the other bag?"
"Well,
you know", said the little old lady, "not everybody pays."
An old man
was sitting on a bus. A young man sat down beside him. He had spiked hair in
all different colours: green, red, orange, blue, and yellow. The old man just
stared at him.
Every
time the young man looked; the old man was staring. The young man finally said
sarcastically, "What's the matter old timer, never done anything wild in
your life?"
Without
batting an eye, the old man replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a
parrot. I was just wondering if you were my son.
A doctor
is talking to a car mechanic, "Your fee is several times more per hour
then we get paid for medical care."
"Yeah,
but you see, Doc, you have always the same model, it hasn't changed since Adam;
but we have to keep up to date with the new models coming every month.
A blonde
is swimming in a river. A man walks up and asks her, "What are you doing
in there?" She says, "I'm washing my clothes." The man asks,
"Why don't you use a washing machine?" The blonde says, "I tried
that, but it was too dizzy.
While
crossing the US-Mexican border on his bicycle, the man was stopped by a guard
who pointed to two sacks the man had on his shoulders. "What's in the
bags?", asked the guard.
"Sand,"
said the cyclist.
"Get
them off - we'll take a look," said the guard.
The
Cyclist did as he was told, emptied the bags, and proving they contained
nothing but sand, reloaded the bags, put them on his shoulders and continued
across the border.
Two
weeks later, the same thing happened. Again, the guard demanded to see the two
bags, which again contained nothing but sand. This went on every week for six
months, until one day the cyclist with the sand bags failed to appear.
A
few days later, the guard happened to meet the cyclist downtown. "Say
friend, you sure had us crazy", said the guard. "We knew you were
smuggling something across the border. I won't say a word - but what is it you
were smuggling?" "Bicycles!"
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