Sweet Punany

There once was a man who owned a sausage factory, and he was showing his arrogant preppy son around his factory. Try as he might to impress his snobbish son, his son would just sneer. They approached the heart of the factory, where the father thought “This should impress him!”

He showed his son the machine and said “Son, this is the heart of the factory. This machine here we can put in a pig, and out come sausages.

The prudish son, unimpressed, said “Yes, but do you have a machine where you can put in a sausage and out comes a pig?”

A couple of airplane mechanics, drinking buddies, are in the hanger at New York, where the runway is fogged in and they have nothing to do.

John says, “Man, have you got anything to drink?”

“Nah,” says Bill “but I hear that you can drink jet fuel, that it will give you a real buzz.”

So they proceed to drink the jet fuel, get smashed, and have a beautiful time as only drinkin’ buddies can.

The next morning, John expects his head to explode when he gets up, but is pleasantly surprised that he has no hangover at all.

The phone rings with Bill asking how he feels. “I feel great!” says John. “No hangover!” “Me neither,” says Bill. “That jet fuel is great stuff and no hangover,” says John. “We ought to do this more often.”

“Yeah,” says Bill, “But there is one thing. Did you fart yet?”

This guy was in a bar talking to his hand. The bartender came to him and said, “I do not want weirdo’s in my bar. I might ask you to leave.”

The guy said, “I’m talking to my cell phone. I got tired of carrying my cell phone so I had it imbedded into my hand.” The bartender did not believe him, so the guy had the bartender dial a number and then talked into his hand. The bartender said, “How cool!”

As the evening went on the bar got more crowded. The bartender looked up and noticed the guy was gone but his drink and cigarettes were still there. The bartender got worried and went looking for him. The bartender went into the bathroom and saw the guy on the floor with his pants down to his knees and a roll of toilet paper up his butt. The bartender asked, “Are you OK? Who did this to you?”

When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a gift cheque for $500.

At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an18-carat gold box.

The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch whisky.

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb blonde in her lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.

When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the dumb blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and freshly-squeezed orange juice.

When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a $5 note sticking out from under the cup’s bottom edge. “All this was just too wonderful for words,” he said, “but what’s the five dollars for?”

The first says, “Fellas, I got real problems. I’m seventy years old. Every morning at seven o’clock I get up and I try to urinate. All day long I try to urinate. They give me all kinds of medicine but nothing helps.”

The second old man says, “You think you have problems. I’m eighty years old. Every morning at 8:00 I get up and try to move my bowels. I try all day long. They give me all kinds of stuff but nothing helps.”