The Game Of Choice: The game of choice for unemployed people or maintenance level workers is basketball.
The game of choice for front line workers is football.
The game of choice for middle management is tennis.
The game of choice for CEO's and executives is golf.
Conclusion: The higher up on the corporate ladder you are, the smaller your balls are!
An insect falls into a mug of beer.
English Man: Throws his mug of bear on the floor and walks out.
American Man: Takes out the insect and drinks the beer.
Chinese Man: Eats the insect and throws the beer.
Indian Man: Sells the insect to the Chinese and the beer to the Englishman and buys himself a new mug of beer.
Pakistani Man: Accuses the Indian of throwing the insect into his mug, relates the issue to Kashmir, asks the Chinese for military aid and takes a loan to buy another mug of beer.
Two drunk guys are walking home from the pub, when they see a large hole in the ground.
wanting to find out how deep it was, one man picked up a small pebble, and threw it down the hole.
the waited 5 minutes, but the didint hear the pebble hit the bottom.
still determained, they found a large boulder, and rolled it down the hole.
they waited another couple of minutes, but they still couldnt hear it hit the bottom.
so they grabbed an old railway sleeper, and hauled it down the hole, still no sound.
they shrugged and were about to give up when a sheep appeared out of no-where,and jumped down the hole.
shocked they just stood there.
suddenly a farmer appeared spotting them he asked"have u seen a sheep come pass?"
they replied."it just jumped down that hole"
the farmer scratched his head"thats funny, he was tied to an old railway sleeper"
Pass My Shotgun
Psychotic Mood Shift
Perpetual Munching Spree
People Make Me Sick
Provide Me with Sweets
Pardon My Sobbing
Pimples May Surface
Pass My Sweatpants
Pissy Mood Syndrome
Plainly, Men Suck
Pack My Stuff
To the optimist, the glass is half full.
To the pessimist, the glass is half-empty.
To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Above the urinal, written on the wall: Why are you looking up here?
The joke is in your hand!
A vacuum cleaner salesman walks to a house and knocks on the door.
As soon as a lady answers the door, the man throws cow dung all over the carpet.
He then says, "If this vacuum cleaner does not clean it completely and perform miracles, then I myself will eat the patties."
There is a long pause.... The lady half laughing asks, "Do you want a ketchup or mustard on that?"
Puzzled the man asks, "What?
She says, laughing, "We just moved in and our electricity is not turn on yet."
Dear Sir, I am writing in response to your request for additional information for block number 3 of the accident reporting form.
I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident.
You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient.
I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80 foot tower.
When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware.
Rather than carry the now un-needed tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using a pulley, which fortunately was attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel.
Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools.
You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form, that I weigh only 155 pounds.
Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope.
Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower.
In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, I met the barrel coming down.
This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain.
At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel.
Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds.
I refer you again to my weight in block number 11.
As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower.
In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, I met the barrel coming up.
This accounts for the two fractured ankles and the lacerations of my legs and lower body.
The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me... I again lost my presence of mind.
I let go of the rope.
A friend of mine was a frequent user of a pay telephone at a popular truck stop, and was greatly inconvenienced when the phone went out of commission.
Repeated requests for repair brought only promises.
After several days, the phone company was again contacted and told that there was no longer a rush.
The phone was now working fine--except that all money was being returned upon completion of each call.
A repairman arrived within the hour!
When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ballpoint pens would not work in zero gravity.
To combat the problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion to develop a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside down, underwater, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to 300 C.
The Russians used a pencil!