Jokes Thread

Blonde walks into a doctors office and says: "Doctor, what’s the problem with me? When I touch my arm, ouch! It hurts... When I touch my leg, ouch! it hurts... When I touch my head, ouch! It hurts... When I touch my chest, ouch! it really hurts!" The Doctor replies: "Your finger is broken."
This joke has been altered to read "A man" and not a blonde and is my son's online gag for tomorrow's online school lessons.

He is 9 year old and rates it as decent. The very highest of praise.
 
A married couple down on their luck decides to make a few extra bucks by reluctantly having the wife work the corner. After the first day the husband picks her up and asks "how did you do?". She says, "I did pretty well, I made $200.50". He asks, "What asshole gave you 50 cents?" and she replies "all of them".
 

I decided to sell my vacuum.
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It was just collecting dust.
 

A man is alone in an airport lounge. A beautiful woman walks in and sits down at the table next to him.
He decides because she's wearing a uniform, she's probably an off-duty stewardess.
So he decides to have a go at picking her up by identifying the airline she flies for, thereby impressing her greatly.
He leans across to her and says the British Airways motto :
'To Fly. To Serve'.
The woman looks at him blankly. He sits back and thinks up another line.
He leans forward again and delivers the Air France motto:
'Winning the hearts of the world'.
Again she just stares at him with a slightly puzzled look on her face.
Undeterred, he tries again, this time saying the Malaysian Airlines motto:
'Going beyond expectations'.
The woman looks at him sternly and says:
'What the [Poor language removed] do you want?'
'Ah!' he says
"Ryanair".
 
Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Mick.He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife.He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom but misjudged the bottom step.As he caught himself by grabbing the bannister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his b*tt cheeks were cut and bleeding.He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids.He then began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.He then hid the now almost empty box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and b*tt and with his wife staring at him from across the room.She said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you Paddy?”Paddy replied, “And why would you be saying such a mean thing?”“Well,” she said,“it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes–but mostly, it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror!
 

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