Ah Chong and Selvam were in the
local bar enjoying a beer when they decided to get in on the weekly charity
raffle. They bought five tickets each at a ringgit a pop.
The following week, when the
raffle was drawn, each had won a prize. Selvam won 1st prize, a year's supply
of gourmet spaghetti sauce and extra-long spaghetti. Ah Chong won the 6th
prize, a toilet brush.
About a week or so had passed when the men met back in the
neighbourhood bar for a couple of beers. Ah Chong asked Selvam how he
liked his prize, to which Selvam replied, "Great, I love spaghetti! How
about you, how's that toilet brush?"
"Not so good,"
replied Ah Chong, "I reckon I'm going to go back to toilet paper!"
One day in the Contract Law
class, Professor Kassim asked one of his better students, "Now if you were
to give someone an orange, how would you go about it?"
The student replied,
"Here's an orange."
The professor was livid. "No! No! Think like a
lawyer!"
The student then recited,
"Okay, I'd tell him, I hereby give and convey to you all and singular, my
estate and interests, rights, claim, title, claim and advantages of and in,
said orange, together with all its rind, juice, pulp, and seeds, and all rights
and advantages with full power to bite, cut, freeze and otherwise eat, the
same, or give the same away with and without the pulp, juice, rind, and seeds,
anything hereinbefore or hereinafter or in any deed, or deeds, instruments of
whatever nature or kind whatsoever to the contrary in anywise
notwithstanding..."
I got drunk at a bar one night
during a recent trip to Germany.
When I woke up, I was in
Hanover!
My grandmother passed away at
Christmas time.
So now, I have this built-in
sadness, you know, every holiday.
Cause I'm plagued with the
thought of, you know, what she would have given me.
What didn't I get to open this
year?
A
blonde was sitting on the train reading the newspaper. The headline shouted,
"12 Brazilians Soldiers Killed."
She shook her head at the sad news, then she turned to the stranger
sitting next to her and asked, "How many is a Brazilian?"
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 over 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
putt, didn't you?"
When I moved into my new igloo
my friends threw me a surprise house-warming party.
Now I'm homeless!
I never quite figured out why
the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out
the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with
their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into
bed.
Well, the passion starts to
heat up and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold
me.'
I said, 'WHAT? What was that?'
So, she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet
dreads to hear...
'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman
enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just
love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went
to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to
spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a
big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to
take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment
her new clothes, so I said, 'Let's get a pair for each outfit.'
We went on to the jewellery department where she picked out a
pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have
thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing
me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to
play tennis.
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine,
honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think
this is all dear, let's go to the cashier.'
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey,
I don't feel like it.'
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a
baffled, 'WHAT?'
I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a
while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me
to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill
me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I
buy you?'
Surely, I'm not having sex tonight either... but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her!!!
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